Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

On the coastal expressway leading from Jiangzhou to Donghai Port.

A pure black George Patton SUV sped through the night.

The twelve-cylinder engine roared like a beast, crushing the water on the road into a cloud of mist.

Helena, who had changed into a black, tight-fitting tactical leather outfit, was in charge of driving.

Chu Hongyan sat in the passenger seat, holding a military tactical tablet in her hand, her face serious as she checked the real-time battle situation transmitted back from the port front.

In the spacious and luxurious rear cabin...

The atmosphere was completely different from the tense, battle-ready atmosphere in the front row.

Lin Ye leaned comfortably back in the genuine leather airline seat.

Holding that specially made phone, he was engrossed in browsing the trending posts on the "All People's Ghost Stories Exchange Center".

"Tsk, netizens these days are so clueless. If you're going to praise someone, just do it properly. Why do you have to use this sneaky, anonymous posting method? It makes me feel like some kind of shady underground criminal organization."

Lin Ye scrolled through the screen, looking at the posts that were full of exaggerated praise, revealing an undisguised smugness.

He casually typed a comment: "[The original poster is right, the owner of that funeral parlor is indeed incredibly handsome, practically the reincarnation of Daniel Wu from Jiangzhou.]"

Click send.

After finishing this shameless self-praise, Lin Ye put down his phone, picked up a glass of chilled sparkling wine from the small table next to him, and took a sip.

Leng Yue sat next to him on the left, holding a small white jade porcelain plate in her hand.

She was using a delicate silver fork to feed Lin Ye peeled lychees one by one.

"If my husband likes to hear praise, tomorrow I will go and capture those mortals who type on keyboards, and make them line up at the entrance of the old street to sing you praises. They can't leave until they've sung for three hours," Leng Yue said in a calm tone.

"No, no, no, the Qing Dynasty has been gone for so many years, we should be low-key and reserved."

Lin Ye quickly stopped this dangerous thought, and took the opportunity to grasp Leng Yue's soft, boneless hand and squeeze it in his palm.

"Brother-in-law! I want to eat lychees too!"

Froststar, who was sitting on the right, couldn't stand it anymore and snuggled into Lin Ye's arms like a nimble mermaid.

She didn't need a fork at all; she just opened her mouth, which had cute little tiger teeth, and waited eagerly to be fed.

Helpless, Lin Ye could only pick up a lychee and stuff it into her mouth himself.

Froststar took a bite, deliberately putting Lin Ye's fingertip into her mouth as well. Her cool, slippery tongue circled around Lin Ye's fingertip.

"Hiss—are you a dog? You even try to take advantage of me when you're eating fruit."

Lin Ye withdrew his finger and slapped Shuangxing's plump and perky buttocks.

"I just like taking advantage of my brother-in-law!"

Froststar wasn't annoyed at all; instead, she giggled and buried her face in Lin Ye's chest, rubbing against him.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Chu Hongyan took in this absurd and decadent scene through the rearview mirror.

The usually decisive female captain of the Ninth Bureau felt a surge of blood rushing to her chest.

She gritted her teeth, barely suppressing the urge to pull out her gun and shoot the two scoundrels in the back row.

"Manager Lin!"

Chu Hongyan emphasized her words, trying to bring the atmosphere in the carriage back on track.

"We are now on a mission to intercept an ancient demon! There are at least several thousand flesh puppets infected by demonic energy on that ship, the Amaterasu."

"Can you be a little bit nervous? Don't act like you're going on a beach vacation!"

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow and leaned back lazily in his chair.

"Captain Chu, you don't understand. Fighting is about having a solid foundation and a sense of relaxation."

"You guys in the Ninth Bureau are always on edge, constantly writing wills and shouting slogans. That's called pre-battle mental exhaustion."

He pointed to the pitch-black night outside the window.

"Besides, those bastards from Japan sailed all the way here to deliver this package to me. As the host of Jiangzhou, how can I not dress myself up nicely to repay their 'hospitality' that they've traveled all the way from overseas?"

Chu Hongyan was rendered speechless by his twisted logic and heresies.

She took a deep breath and handed the tablet to the back of her.

"This is a thermal image just transmitted back from the Skynet radar; the situation is worse than we anticipated."

Lin Ye took the tablet and his gaze fell on the screen.

The picture shows that the No. 3 deep-water terminal of Jiangzhou Port has been completely shrouded in a dark red, eerie mist.

The "Amaterasu" was like a dead steel whale, quietly moored in its berth.

The cruise ship's decks, bulkheads, and towering radar antennas were covered with countless thick, scarlet, fleshy tentacles.

The tentacles were covered with suckers the size of human faces, and they were rhythmically contracting and expanding.

"According to intelligence, this ship originally carried core members of the four major financial groups in Japan, as well as a large number of high-ranking Onmyoji escorts. They were carrying their families' centuries-old heritage and magical artifacts, attempting to escape to the Great Xia Kingdom for refuge."

Chu Hongyan pointed to the tentacles in the picture, her voice trembling slightly.

"But on the high seas, the remains of an ancient demon, the Yamata no Blood Mirage, which was sealed at the bottom of Mount Fuji, slipped into the ship's cabin."

"It devoured the flesh and blood and spiritual power of everyone on the ship, turning the ship into a huge monster's lair."

"Currently, thousands of workers at the port are trapped in the demonic fog. The first and second detachments of the Ninth Bureau have launched three assaults, all of which were repelled by those tentacles and demonized puppets."

After listening to Chu Hongyan's report, the carriage was quiet for a few seconds.

Froststar suddenly sniffed, and a gleam of hunger flashed in her heterochromatic pupils.

"Brother-in-law! This long thing looks like an octopus tentacle! We should cut it off and make it into grilled squid, or just make it into sashimi and eat it with wasabi. It would be so chewy!"

The Underworld Empress's thought process has always been simple and brutal. In her world, all demons and monsters fall into only two categories:

Delicious and not delicious.

Lin Ye was amused by her and reached out to ruffle her pigtails.

"Octopus tentacles are too rough and will easily get stuck in your teeth. But the demon core of that great demon is a very nourishing thing, so I'll take it back for you and Leng Yue as a snack."

Lin Ye tossed the tablet back to Chu Hongyan.

"Alright, Captain Chu, put your mind at ease. It's good that all the Japanese devils on this ship are dead; it saves us the trouble of processing their immigration paperwork."

"As for the magical artifacts, funds, and demon cores they left behind, my Lin Family Funeral Shop will accept them all today."

"Helena, floor the gas pedal. I'm going to the port to buy some goods tonight."

"Yes, boss!"

Helena floored the accelerator.

The SUV transformed into a black lightning bolt, hurtling straight towards Jiangzhou Port...

Jiangzhou Donghai Port, outside of the No. 3 deep-water wharf.

Air raid sirens blared through the sky.

Dozens of heavy armored vehicles from the Ninth Bureau lined up end to end, forming an ironclad defense line around the dock.

The beams of searchlight intertwined in mid-air, attempting to penetrate the thick, dark red, eerie mist.

Gao Guoliang, deputy director of the Ninth Bureau, stood on the roof of an armored command vehicle, holding a megaphone, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

"Fire support company! Fire incendiary bombs! We can't let that demonic fog continue to spread into the city!"

"Armored Team Three, prepare psionic flamethrowers, charge again! We must rescue the workers trapped in Warehouse Three!"

Gunfire erupted at the scene.

Tongues of fire spewed out, launching specially made cinnabar incendiary bombs into the red mist.

However, those incendiary bombs, which were powerful enough to burn ordinary zombies to ashes, were completely extinguished the moment they came into contact with the demonic mist, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, only producing a wisp of white smoke before being completely extinguished.

"Director! This won't do!"

The special operations captain's roar came through the walkie-talkie at the front line.

"The tentacles on that ship are sentient! They're consuming our firepower! The second team barely advanced thirty meters before the armored vehicle was overturned by tentacles emerging from the ground. Brothers... brothers, we can't hold on much longer!"

Gao Guoliang slammed his fist into the steel plate on the roof of the car, causing his knuckles to bleed profusely.

The firepower of the Great Xia Kingdom was indeed fierce, but against the remains of an ancient behemoth that transcended dimensions, the destructive power of physical weapons had been weakened.

Are we really going to have to use tactical nuclear weapons to wipe out these thousands of innocent workers and half the port?

Just as Gao Guoliang was facing a desperate choice.

"Buzz—!"

A beast-like engine roar came from the road behind the blockade.

A black SUV ignored the checkpoints set up by the Ninth Bureau, smashed through the roadblocks, and rushed into the front line.

"Creak!"

The off-road vehicle executed a beautiful drift and came to a steady stop next to Gao Guoliang's command vehicle.