As the sun was going down.
Halfway down the road, the ghostly man suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A figure in front of him blocked his way.
“Greetings, Mr. Lin!”
The hunched figure slowly bent down his stoop.
Lin Mo was leaning against a large tree, with a dog’s tail in his mouth.
He smiled faintly in the face of the ghostly man’s salute.
“The late generation has a confusion in mind, I wonder if I can ask senior to help explain a few things.”
“Mr. Lin, but say no harm, the word senior, I really can’t afford it.”
Said the ghostly old man as he bent down again.
This time Lin Mo was not polite again and opened his mouth and said straightforwardly.
“To have a sect master expert hiding on this sh*tty death island.”
“What exactly do you think it’s for?”
At these words, the ghostly old man’s movements stalled.
Only he reacted quickly and cleverly covered it up.
“What do you mean, Mr. Lin, old man, I don’t quite understand!”
“Please also speak up, sir!”
The ghostly old man asked in confusion.
However, he did not know that the hint of abnormal movement just now had been caught by Lin Mo.
“It’s alright, you’ll understand soon!”
Lin Mo squared his body and gently rested his right hand on the hilt of his sword.
In a matter of moments, a cold flash pa*sed.
“Do you understand now?”
At this moment, the tip of Tai Ah was already resting against Ghost Sou’s throat.
Lin Mo’s expression also gradually turned cold.
“Account or die! You only have one chance?”
In the midst of this rarely seen layered forest, the biting sword qi drove up a faint clear breeze.
The gra*s and trees swayed all around.
After a long time, the ghostly old man sighed faintly.
“Mr. Lin, how did you find me?”
From the moment Lin Mo shot his sword, his identity had been suspected, and it no longer mattered whether he admitted it or not.
As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Mo turned his wrist and after making a sword splash, Tai Ah returned to its sheath.
“Don’t you think you’re a little too indifferent to fame and fortune?”
From the beginning to the end, Lin Mo had never paid any attention to this low-profile old man.
Knowing that today, above this battle meeting.
This ghostly old man had suddenly stood out.
That cloudy and light-hearted style of acting indifferent to fame and fortune was particularly harsh among this group of eager power lords.
When the ghostly old man heard this, his expression froze.
He had not expected that his low-key style of handling things would reveal his identity.
“Mr. Lin is so keenly observant, I admire you!”
After bowing, he asked once again.
“But how did Mr. Lin determine my strength as a clan master?”
The number of times he had exposed his strength after coming to Death Island was few and far between.
Especially in recent years, he hadn’t struck out at all.
This was also the biggest doubt in his mind.
Lin Mo reached out his hand and pointed at the ghostly old man.
“Senior, you’ve hidden yourself too deeply.”
“So much so that there isn’t any hint of spiritual energy fluctuation around you.”
“Back to the basics, the mark of a Patriarch!”
The ghostly old man’s expression changed, but but reluctantly asked rhetorically.
“Couldn’t I just be an ordinary person?”
“Senior, an ordinary person oversees over a hundred thousand white cemeteries, are you teasing me?”
At these words, the ghostly old man shook his head helplessly, and at this moment, he was already convinced.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t hidden himself well enough, but that this young man in front of him was demonically talented.
Even if he corrected all these horses’ feet, other problems would still be discovered.
“Mr. Lin, good eyesight, Old Qiu admires you!”
Lin Mo waved his hand, “Polite words, you’d better keep them!”
“I just want to know, what is the reason why you, the titular Patriarch, have been lurking on Death Island for over twenty years?”
“Or rather, are you also doing it for that dead man’s head?”
Once the topic was squared away, Lin Mo began his first test.
According to the information he had learned.
If there was anything on Death Island, especially in these three districts, that was worth the twenty years of light that the Patriarch had waited for revenge.
There was only this Crystal Skull.