The Spirited Mental Patient

"Then tell me about yourself, Senior Brother. I want to know your story."

Telling stories?

Lin Mo was incredibly good at that.

He just needed to replace the 'System' in his experiences with 'Daoist Beixuan', and the whole story would become much more reasonable.

Of course, he only gave a brief summary.

Listening to Lin Mo's story, Ning Qingcheng suddenly realized that Lin Mo was actually far more terrifying than ability users.

Having cultivated for only a year, he could defeat a wanted ability user and even force Yanhuang Awakening to drop the matter. Perhaps this senior brother of hers was a true genius!

Just as Ning Qingcheng was deeply shaken and her gaze towards him changed, Lin Mo suddenly stopped walking, turned around, and looked at her with a smiling expression.

"That's right. I am exactly the kind of genius you're imagining."

Ning Qingcheng looked at Lin Mo in astonishment.

"Don't worry, our sect doesn't have mind-reading spells. But I know what you're marveling at."

At this point, Ning Qingcheng couldn't help but look at Lin Mo.

"So when are you going to teach me cultivation, Senior Brother?!"

Yes, Lin Mo had only used 'Dharma cultivation' instead of 'Immortal cultivation' because Immortal cultivation sounded too exaggerated.

If ordinary people heard about Immortal cultivation, they would think it was a joke.

But Ning Qingcheng knew about the world of ability users. If she heard about Immortal cultivation, she would only find it both real and absurdly exaggerated.

However, Lin Mo shook his head.

"Taking you in as a disciple on behalf of our master was his instruction, but he also instructed that I can't teach you anything right now. You have to learn how to control your own abilities first."

Hearing this, Ning Qingcheng raised her hand and rubbed her fingers together. Under her control, the space itself was crushed.

"I control it very well. See? I don't cause any collateral damage when I go out."

But Lin Mo still shook his head.

"The control I'm talking about isn't controlling your ability, but controlling your mind. As the saying goes, 'Holding a sharp weapon naturally stirs the intent to kill.'"

As he spoke, Lin Mo had already led Ning Qingcheng into a supermarket.

They bought everything they needed in one go.

Lin Mo also took Ning Qingcheng for a stroll through the women's clothing section.

However, with Ning Qingcheng's tastes, she really wasn't willing to buy these clothes.

Moreover, the choices for a teenage girl were quite limited.

So Lin Mo directly went to the downstairs carrier store and bought a new phone for Ning Qingcheng.

"If you really can't find anything, just shop online for now and buy some useful things."

--System: The little disciple has become a junior sister, and I, too, am now a master.--

Upon returning home, Lin Mo casually set down the groceries and took out his phone.

On the screen was a message from Liu Zheng, concise and to the point.

"We have already stepped in to communicate. We will conduct a thorough cleanup of Guancheng in the near future."

In the near future?

Lin Mo tapped his fingertip lightly on the screen, making a soft clicking sound.

This phrase was too flexible.

One day is the near future, and one month is also the near future.

But those people couldn't wait a month, or even until dawn tomorrow.

He thought for a moment and replied.

"What about those fledglings? They might not even survive tonight."

The reply was almost instantaneous.

It was as if Liu Zheng was guarding his phone on the other end.

"We can send people to handle it. If you want to make a move, that's fine too."

Looking at this message, the corners of Lin Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

The words were flawless, but the underlying meaning couldn't be clearer.

If the officials went, they needed procedures and evidence. By the time they finished going through the red tape, it would be too late.

And he, Lin Mo, was the person who didn't need to follow procedures.

"Alright, I'll do it myself then."

He typed slowly, as if discussing an insignificant business deal.

"Lord Lin is kind-hearted and cannot stand to see such filthy deeds, but you'll have to clean up the aftermath."

"Of course, no problem!"

This time, Liu Zheng's reply even included an exclamation mark.

Lin Mo could imagine the man wearing a bucket hat secretly breathing a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

And Liu Zheng indeed breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to coordinate this much was already quite good.

It wasn't as if Yanhuang Awakening could just take down whoever they wanted. After all, many things were managed separately.

Yanhuang Awakening was not omnipotent.

Procedural justice was certainly important, but it also meant being tied down and enduring long waits.

Therefore, they needed people like Lin Mo.

Wandering outside the system, yet upholding a bottom line.

As long as Lin Mo acted in the name of justice and did righteous deeds, they could step forward justifiably and suppress those demons and monsters with their own hidden agendas.

This was a kind of tacit understanding.

Lin Mo was responsible for flipping the table, and they were responsible for cleaning up the mess.

That was why Yanhuang Awakening didn't recruit all the capable and extraordinary people across the country.

Sometimes, they even needed these unofficial personnel to do certain things.

Procedures, while just, were also lengthy.

Placing the phone face down on the table, the collision of metal and wood produced a dull thud.

Lin Mo turned his head and looked at the person squatting on the floor, her face almost pressed against the bag of laundry detergent.

"Hey, super-powered little girl."

"What is it!"

Ning Qingcheng didn't even lift her head. Her little nose wrinkled as if trying to distinguish the scent of the detergent. "I'm studying this. The instructions say to put in one scoop at a time. Just how big is one scoop?"

Lin Mo ignored her puzzle of the century and changed the subject.

"Let me ask you a question. Do you know Batman?"

"Which one? That really famous American comic?" The little girl finally deigned to shift her attention away from the laundry detergent, but only for a moment.

"Right. What do you think of the character Batman?"

"Him."

The little girl sat cross-legged, propped up her chin with a serious expression, and thought carefully for a moment.

"I think he's a psychopath. A very rich and very energetic psychopath.

With all that money, wouldn't it be better to just buy new equipment for the police and upgrade their systems?

He insists on dressing up like a bat and going out to get beaten up. He just likes that kind of vibe."

Hearing this, Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh.

This little girl really saw things clearly.

He stood up from the sofa, his joints popping with a faint, crisp sound.

"Let's go. Tonight, I'll take you out to be a psychopath."

"Huh?"

Ning Qingcheng was taken aback at first, then suddenly looked up. It was as if two stars had instantly lit up in her eyes, shining astonishingly bright.

"You're going to act as a vigilante?!"

"Something like that. But you can only watch from the sidelines."

"That works, that works!"

Ning Qingcheng was so excited she jumped straight up from the floor, her small face flushed red. "I'd even be willing to fight!"

Before she even finished speaking, she excitedly opened her hands.

Between her two fair and tender palms, the air suddenly distorted. Light was pulled by an invisible force, forming a small, chaotic vortex that emitted a low hum.

"Alright, alright, put away your divine abilities."

Lin Mo interrupted her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "I'm not taking you out to do demolition work."

Saying that, he took a step forward, reached out his arm, and lifted the clamoring Ning Qingcheng right up like a little chick.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing! I can walk by myself!"

Too lazy to waste breath on her, Lin Mo's figure blurred, and he dashed out of the balcony with her in tow.

The night wind instantly rushed into their ears, blowing Ning Qingcheng's protests into pieces.

She only felt her vision blur as her entire body was carried by a tremendous force, turning into a black shadow indiscernible to the naked eye, streaking rapidly toward the chaotic, neon-lit city in the distance.

The night in Guancheng was destined to be anything but peaceful.