In an instant, a strong wind swept in and a blood mist rolled up.

Facing the terrifying appearance of the ugly ghost baby pouncing ferociously.

Lin Mo's expression remained as calm as water, without the slightest ripple.

“Haha! If you are bitten by this Yin Yang Boy, you will be instantly poisoned. At that time, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, you will have to let me control you!”

There was a gleam of viciousness in Shang Zhi's eyes.

I could see the ghost baby's sharp teeth were about to fall on me.

Lin Mo moved!

Then, under Shang Zhi's astonished gaze.

He moved swiftly, like lightning, and in an instant he had tightly grasped the ghost baby's neck!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Shang Zhi widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

He never expected that this person could break his Yin-Yang Boy Curse so easily!

The ghost baby struggled desperately in Lin Mo's hands, letting out a shrill roar.

"That's disgusting."

Lin Mo glanced at him with disdain and suddenly exerted force with his hands.

Bang!

With a crisp bang, the ghost baby was directly crushed by Lin Mo into a ball of blood mist, and turned into a pile of debris scattered on the ground.

"Boom!"

Shang Zhi felt as if his chest was hit by an invisible hammer.

The whole person trembled violently and his face turned pale in an instant.

He just felt a sweetness at the corner of his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Only then did he have to accept the fact that his black magic had been broken.

Lin Mo stepped towards him.

"Please spare my life, senior!"

Shang Zhi felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He was so frightened that he quickly begged for mercy, "My master is Master Banren from Nanyang. If you kill me, you will bring disaster upon yourself!"

"You still haven't forgotten to threaten me?"

Lin Mo shook his head and chuckled, then suddenly jumped up.

He flashed to Shang Zhi's side and punched him hard.

Shang Zhi still wanted to dodge, but how could he compare to Lin Mo's ghostly speed?

Caught off guard, he was knocked flying by the punch.

How strong is Lin Mo's physique?

Even though he was holding back in the blow, Shang Zhi still grimaced in pain and cried out in agony.

A ghost emerged from Shang Zhi's body, with its fangs and claws bared, trying to pounce on Lin Mo.

However, Lin Mo just glanced at him coldly, and his aura instantly exploded, and he shouted sternly: "Get out!"

The ghost seemed to be frightened by his aura, and there was even a hint of fear in its eyes, and it didn't dare to move forward even half a step.

Lin Mo lifted Shang Zhi up with one hand, put his right index finger on his violently beating heart, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me, where is this batch of arms going?"

Shang Zhi originally wanted to keep silent and endure it to the end.

However, when Lin Mo exerted a little force on his hands.

He felt a strong sense of suffocation, as if his entire chest was about to burst.

It made his breathing difficult and his eyes bulged.

"Cough...cough..."

Shang Zhi was breathing hard.

He knew clearly that if Lin Mo used a little more strength, he could easily shatter his heart.

Faced with life and death, Shang Zhi finally chose to surrender.

"Yes...it was shipped to Southeast Asia for the rebels there."

Shang Zhi spoke hurriedly, fearing that if he was a moment late, his life would be in danger.

"My master had a deal with them, and because I could speak Chinese, I was sent to take charge of the handover."

However, there was something he hadn't told Lin Mo.

That is, for the sake of safety, the rebels also arranged for an expert to assist in the transportation.

But it seems that the other party hasn't arrived yet.

I have to delay time!

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that the resistance forces in Southeast Asia were involved behind this batch of arms.

"Very good, then who sold this batch of arms to you?"

he continued to ask.

Shang Zhi shook his head, his face as pale as paper.

"I don't know either. It was Xu Youliang's superior who contacted the person. The two of us are just small figures standing in front of the stage. Those people behind the scenes will not easily let us know our identities."

Lin Mo sneered and let go of Shang Zhi.

"If you had cooperated earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer this pain. You are such a jerk."

Shang Zhi staggered and fell to the ground. When he lowered his head, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

In Nanyang, relying on the reputation of his master, Master Banren, he has always been a guest of honor for all major forces.

When have you ever suffered such humiliation?

If anyone dared to disrespect him, his body would appear in a dark, damp and smelly ditch the next day.

But the situation was stronger than the person, and Shang Zhi had to swallow his anger.

"Has the person you're waiting for arrived?"

"Um... ah?"

Shang Zhi looked up suddenly and met Lin Mo's teasing gaze, and his heart trembled.

"Waiting for someone... I don't have..."

He said guiltily.

"But your expression tells me that you are lying. Say sorry quickly."

Lin Mo suddenly moved closer with an expressionless face.

"Sorry……"

Shang Zhi trembled all over and quickly lowered his head to hide his inner panic.

"It's okay." Lin Mo smiled, "Be careful in your next life."

As he spoke, he raised his finger.

"stop!"

Just then, a hurried voice came from a distance.

Shang Zhi immediately showed joy on his face.

The masters sent by the rebels have finally arrived!

However, Lin Mo seemed not to hear it.

A finger pointed at Shang Zhi's forehead.

Suddenly, Shang Zhi, who thought he had escaped the disaster a second ago.

The next second, the skull shattered and blood splattered everywhere!

Even the natal ghost child was completely wiped out by the pure yang energy contained in Lin Mo's finger force!

"Damn it!"

The man cursed angrily and rushed over like lightning.

Almost at the same time, Lin Mo felt a sharp gust of wind whistling from behind.

He turned around suddenly and met the attack with a palm.

Now every move of Lin Mo is full of strength.

Even the most ordinary punches and kicks can exert amazing destructive power.

This palm strike collided head-on with the attack from behind.

There was a loud bang and the opponent's arm was broken instantly.

The whole person staggered back, retreating more than ten steps, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Master of Hua Jin?!"

The man covered his broken arm with his hand, his face instantly filled with horror.

Lin Mo turned around and glanced at the other person coldly.

In front of him was a middle-aged man with fear in his eyes.

The other party just took a quick glance at Shang Zhi's miserable condition on the ground.

He turned around and ran away without hesitation, as fast as an arrow leaving a bow.

In the blink of an eye, he ran a distance of more than ten meters.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment.

Is this person just here to join in the fun?

After just exchanging blows with me, he ran faster than a rabbit?

"Damn it, how can there be a master of Hua Jin?"

The middle-aged man underestimated Lin Mo's strength.

With a look of fear on his face, he ran for his life!

however.

Soon, his footsteps suddenly stopped and he dared not move forward.

Lin Mo, who was supposed to be behind him, appeared in front of him like a ghost, blocking his way.

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

The middle-aged man had a gloomy expression and spoke through gritted teeth.

His words were very stiff, and it was obvious that he was not a native of China.

"It's not me who wants to kill you all, but you are seeking your own death."

Lin Mo shook his head slightly, his figure flashed, he lightly crossed a distance of several steps, raised his hand and hit with a palm.