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

The black George Patton SUV drove smoothly on the highway back to Jiangzhou city.

Outside the car window, the cold wind of early winter howled past.

In the driver's seat, Helena gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

The specially made "holy fallen nun's habit" clung tightly to her voluptuous and full body.

With the slight swaying of the vehicle, the breathtaking arc drew mesmerizing waves in the air.

Her icy blue eyes would occasionally peek into the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The atmosphere in the back of the car was currently a warm yet slightly absurd scene.

"Snap...crack..."

The crisp sound of chewing echoed in the quiet carriage.

Froststar nestled in Lin Ye's arms.

She held the crimson demon core she had dug out of the Orochi Blood Mirage in both hands, and opened her small mouth with cute little tiger teeth, taking bites of it.

The demon core was incredibly hard, but it was as fragile as a sandwich cookie in front of her teeth, which could even crush steel.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Lin Ye leaned back in the leather seat, his posture languid.

He had one arm around Shuangxing's slender waist, and the other hand rested on Lengyue's leg beside him. His fingertips gently caressed the straight and long lines of her thigh through the moon-white cheongsam fabric.

The movements are skillful, with a focus on even distribution of benefits.

"This demon core is cool to the touch and has a faint seaweed flavor. It's much chewier than the inner cores of those zombies before."

Froststar swallowed the last bit of the demon core residue.

She let out a satisfied burp.

A faint pink demonic aura wafted from her mouth, but before it could spread, it was instantly frozen into ice shards by the extremely cold ghostly corpse aura on her body, which fell onto the foot mat.

After eating and drinking her fill, Shuangxing turned her head and looked at Lin Ye with her heterochromatic eyes, which were full of water.

She deliberately puffed out her proud chest, bringing her alluring face, which could bring ruin to a country, close to Lin Ye's face, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Brother-in-law, I'm full. Now... isn't it your turn to eat me?"

Helena, who was driving in the front seat, shuddered as she heard this.

The SUV carved a graceful S-shaped path on the highway.

"Drive carefully. If you get distracted again, I'll send you to the basement to ride bicycles with those paladins tomorrow."

Lin Ye didn't even lift his eyelids, and gave a nonchalant warning.

Helena was terrified and quickly straightened her back, staring straight ahead at the road.

Lin Ye turned his head, pinched Shuangxing's chubby cheeks with annoyance, and pulled them outwards.

"What's on your mind all day long?"

"Where has your majesty as the Empress of the Underworld gone? If the demons and monsters outside saw this, they would think that my Lin Family Funeral Shop was abusing minors."

"I'm not a minor! I'm already quite big here!"

Froststar retorted defiantly, even straightening her back in an attempt to prove herself.

"Alright, stop fooling around."

Leng Yue sat upright to Lin Ye's left.

The aloof and ethereal aura of the millennium-old drought demon is always the best weapon to suppress this little demon.

She stretched out her pale, slender hand and pulled out a wet tissue from the side.

With gentle yet firm movements, he pinched Froststar's chin and wiped away the remaining fragments of her demon core from the corner of her mouth.

"This is rude and disrespectful."

"My husband has just gone through a great battle and needs rest. If you continue to act so recklessly, I will punish you by making you reflect on your actions in the Xuanbing Chamber when we get back."

Froststar raised her head and met Cold Moon's dark golden eyes, instinctively shrinking her neck.

She didn't dare to talk back, so she could only bury her face in Lin Ye's chest again, looking for comfort like a wronged kitten.

He patted Froststar's back reassuringly, then with a thought, opened the ancient-looking storage ring on his finger.

It's time to take stock of the spoils looted from that cherry blossom cruise ship.

He probed the vast vacuum storage space of the storage ring with his mind.

In one corner of the space, dozens of large waterproof combination lock suitcases were neatly stacked.

It was filled with bright yellow gold bars, which conservatively weighed at least several tons.

In this era of spiritual revival and social upheaval, antiques are valued in prosperous times while gold is valued in chaotic times. This batch of hard currency is enough to multiply the cash flow of funeral parlors several times over.

Besides gold.

There was also a large pile of strange and unusual Japanese magical artifacts scattered around.

Lin Ye flipped his wrist.

A long, black katana, its scabbard radiating intense resentment, appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The scabbard is engraved with an intricate cherry blossom pattern.

The cherry blossoms had an eerie dark red color, as if they had been watered with blood.

Lin Ye gripped the hilt of the knife and gently pushed it with his thumb.

"Clang!"

A piercing sound of a knife whistling through the carriage rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a cold glint of light flashed, and the temperature in the air dropped several degrees instantly.

On the blade, countless agonizing, distorted human faces could be faintly seen wailing and struggling.

Helena, sitting in the front row, saw the knife in the rearview mirror, and her icy blue pupils contracted.

"Boss, this resentment... is it the legendary cursed sword Muramasa from Japan?"

Helena's voice betrayed surprise.

In the Inquisition's archives, this demonic sword from the Eastern island nation is a notorious and extremely malevolent object.

It is said that each generation of its owner would be consumed by the resentment within the blade, eventually going mad and dying a violent death.

"A demonic sword?"

Lin Ye held the famous sword, which was regarded as a national treasure in Japan, and looked it over from head to toe.

"What a piece of junk! The forging process is too rough."

"The blade is mixed with too many chaotic vengeful spirits of humans and animals, making it appear fierce, but in reality, it is all bark and no bite."

As Lin Ye spoke, he forced out a wisp of pure golden-red Yang True Fire from his fingertip and flicked it lightly on the blade.

"clang!"

"grumble!"

With a crisp clang of metal clashing, the vengeful spirits sealed within the blade let out a scream and were instantly burned into smoke by the pure yang fire.

The demonic sword, which had been gleaming with a cold light, had a nick the size of a soybean chipped off its blade after Lin Ye flicked it.

"The material is also no good. It can't even withstand a trace of my pure Yang energy, and its ability to conduct demonic energy is extremely poor."

Lin Ye shook his head and casually tossed the priceless Japanese national treasure back into his storage ring.

"This piece of scrap metal is so dull it'd be hard to even use it to chop people. When we get back, I'll give it to Ayougu to chop firewood; that girl's been complaining about not having enough firewood lately when she's making her gu soup."

Take the legendary demon sword from the land of cherry blossoms and use it to chop wood.

This wasteful and extremely insulting act would probably enrage the Japanese Onmyoji so much that they would jump out of their coffins.

But that's just Lin Ye's style of doing things.

Pragmatism reigns supreme.

No matter how famous something is, if it's not good enough, it's still garbage.

The off-road vehicle sped along.

More than an hour later, the familiar Taiping Old Street came into view.

……

It was already late at night.

The old street was deserted, with only the streetlights casting a dim yellow glow.

George Patton came to a steady stop in front of the Lin family's funeral parlor.

Lin Ye pushed open the car door.

Before he could even step onto the stairs, the glass doors to the hall were hurriedly pushed open from the inside.

Ayougu ran out barefoot, wearing a loose Miao silk nightgown.

This girl is usually very loud and boisterous.

But at this moment, she saw Lin Ye get out of the car unharmed, and a barely perceptible sense of relief flashed in his big, dark, and lively eyes.

"Boss, you're finally back!"

Ayougu stood with her hands on her hips, deliberately putting on a stern face, her tone full of complaints.

"You guys go out for fancy meals and entertainment, leaving me and those bike-riding laborers at home. Do you know how bored I am all alone upstairs watching the shop!"

Looking at this proud and aloof Miao holy maiden, Lin Ye couldn't resist teasing her.

"Are you bored? I saw you were swearing quite a bit in the game just now. What, did your foreign server account get banned again?"

Ayougu blushed.

"No way! That was a tactical retreat!"

She slapped Lin Ye's hand away and her gaze fell on the three stunningly beautiful women who got out of the car behind him.

Ayougu couldn't help but purse her lips.

"You spent half the night at the beach in the cold wind, didn't you bring back any local specialties?"

"Of course I brought it."

Lin Ye flipped his wrist and took out two items from his storage ring, throwing them into Ayougu's arms.

Ayougu caught it in a flurry of activity.

I looked down.

In his left hand was a black longsword with a nick and a faint smell of the sea.

In his right hand was a small, crystal-clear jade bottle containing several strange, blood-red worms with human face patterns.

"This is... the parasitic blood gu on the Orochi Blood Mirage?!"

Ayougu's eyes instantly lit up like two 1,000-watt light bulbs.

As the holy maiden of the Wan Gu Ancient Clan, she was utterly defenseless against the symbiotic poisonous insects that clung to these ancient demons.

If this thing were used to refine a natal Gu, its power would definitely increase several times over!

"You have good taste. I sealed the life force of these blood gu with pure yang energy; they're still fresh. Take them and study them."

Lin Ye pointed to the knife in her left hand.

"As for that broken sword, what's it called, Muramasa? It's too brittle to cut people."

"Didn't you say that the most important thing when decocting medicine is controlling the heat? You can use it to chop firewood in the backyard, or to cut meat and vegetables. It'll do for now."

Ayougu held the demon sword that was revered as a god in the East, and then looked at the blood curse in her hand.

A bright smile finally broke out on her delicate face.

"The boss is so generous! Long live the boss! From now on, if you tell me to go east, I'll never go west; if you tell me to chase the dog, I'll never catch the chicken!"

Ayougu happily carried her spoils back to the backyard.