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

Night fell again.

The streetlights on Taiping Old Street cast a dim and bleak glow.

Since the global resurgence of the bizarre, this place has become like a forgotten dead city at night, where not even a single insect chirp can be heard.

Lin Ye sat in a grand chair in the front hall of the funeral parlor, with a pot of freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea in front of him.

Leng Yue sat quietly beside him, holding an ancient book in her hands, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

For the millennium drought demon, rules and regulations don't matter; anyone who dares to appear before her will be burned to nothingness by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

Froststar was so bored that she kept yawning, while the Netherworld Empress's proud and delicate body lay on the table, her pair of fair and slender legs swaying in mid-air.

"Brother-in-law, why isn't that clown box here yet? I'm so sleepy."

Froststar rubbed her eyes.

"If it became a toy, could I eat it? The crunchy kind?"

Be careful of indigestion.

Lin Ye poked her forehead in an annoyed tone.

Just then.

"call!"

A cold gust of wind slipped in through the crack in the door.

A layer of grayish-white mist began to rise from the streets outside.

The mist quickly enveloped the Lin family's funeral parlor.

The view outside the window was completely blocked out, as if the entire shop had been pulled into another dimension.

But there was no trace of malevolent energy in this fog, only a distorted and oppressive feeling.

"Ding-dong... Ding-dong..."

coming!

An eerie music box melody suddenly rang out outside the glass doors of the funeral parlor.

The sound seemed to disregard physical soundproofing, echoing deep within everyone's minds, carrying a strong psychological suggestion that constantly urged their subconscious to open that door.

Helena stood behind Lin Ye, her whole body trembled, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and her body began to take a step forward uncontrollably.

This kind of rule-based cognitive pollution was extremely damaging to her, given her past experience with Western magic!

"wake up!"

Lin Ye gave a cold shout and lightly tapped his finger on the table.

A surge of pure Yang energy transformed into a sound wave, directly shattering the seductive music in Helena's mind.

Helena snapped out of her daze, breaking out in a cold sweat, and quickly retreated behind Lin Ye.

"This foreign stuff is pretty good at brainwashing."

Lin Ye sneered, remaining seated firmly in his chair.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Three crisp knocks sounded on the glass door.

As the knocking sounded, the gray-white mist outside churned violently.

At cat's eye level, a giant clown mask faintly appears.

The mask's mouth stretched almost to its ears, and its empty eye sockets stared intently into the shop.

"Sir, open the door and sign for your happiness..."

That husky, seductive voice resonated in everyone's minds once again.

This is the killing rule of [Containment Object-042]: hear music, hear three knocks on the door, open the door.

Once these three conditions are met, whoever it is will be forcibly erased by that distorted rule and turned into a soulless wind-up doll.

"Brother-in-law, I'll go open the door for it, then chop it up with one blow!"

Froststar was eager to try, and grabbed the azure bone knife on the table, wanting to rush out.

With her Netherworld Corpse King physique, she was not afraid of any curses at all.

"return."

Lin Ye grabbed Shuangxing by the collar and pulled her back into his arms.

"What's the point of cutting it down? This thing is just a medium that's been thrown in; the puppeteers behind it are hiding in the shadows watching the show."

"Since they like playing by the rules, then I'll set some new rules for them today!"

Lin Ye stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and his eyes gleamed with golden light.

"The profound origin of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi!"

"Five Elements, Yin and Yang, heed my command!"

Lin Ye stomped his right foot hard on the bluestone slab!

"On the land of the Great Xia Kingdom, doors are not places you can simply knock on!"

Lin Ye brought his sword fingers together, using the void as paper and pure Yang true blood as ink, and swiftly drew a complex ancient Eastern Dao pattern in mid-air—the [Qimen Inverted Eight Trigrams Formation]!

"go!"

Lin Ye flicked his finger.

The crimson Dao pattern instantly merged into the glass door of the funeral parlor.

The clown mask outside the door was still tirelessly chanting "Please open the door."

But the next second, something unexpected happened!

Under the influence of the [Qimen Inverted Bagua Formation], the spatial concept of the funeral parlor's main gate and the surrounding area is forcibly reversed!

This means that the American S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was originally hiding in the shadows has suddenly become the "person who heard the knock" in terms of the rules!

"Sizzle!!"

A sharp, piercing sound of an electrical short circuit filled the air.

The eerie music box music outside the door suddenly stopped.

Followed by.

In a dark alleyway 300 meters away from the funeral parlor.

A white American agent, dressed in an optical invisibility cloak and holding a tactical control terminal, suddenly contracted his pupils.

He was horrified to discover that the red dot representing [Containment Item-042] on the control terminal screen in his hand had locked onto him!

"No...this is impossible! He clearly didn't open the door! How could he possibly reverse the rules and laws of the containment object?!"

The agent let out a piercing scream.

He wanted to run, but his body was completely stiff.

"Click click click..."

His skin quickly turned ashen, like porcelain.

The internal organs were instantly replaced by gears and springs.

Just five seconds.

This top agent, on whom S.H.I.E.L.D. placed high hopes, was transformed into a lifelike ceramic doll.

Even in his final moments, he maintained an expression of extreme terror and bewilderment.

Inside the funeral parlor.

The gray-white mist outside the door receded like a tide.

The eerie clown mask also shattered under the strain, turning into dust.

"this one?"

Lin Ye clapped his hands, looked at the clear night outside the door, and pouted somewhat listlessly.

"I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. would come up with some world-destroying high technology, but after all that, they just made a crappy music box to disgust people."

"Using magic to defeat magic, using rules to exploit the bugs in the rules—when our ancestors were playing with the Bagua formation, they were still swinging on swings in the trees."

He turned his head, looked at Helena and Ayougu who were filled with admiration, and tossed his hair in a showy manner.

"See that? That's what you call high-level gameplay. Using your brain in a fight is always more effective than using your fists."

Leng Yue stepped forward, her dark golden eyes filled with unyielding tenderness and pride.

"My husband's Taoist arts are naturally unmatched in this world, but these foreign bandits' repeated incursions are truly disheartening. Should I go out and burn all the rats hiding in Jiangzhou City?"

"No rush."

Lin Ye sneered and looked up at the night sky.

"This unlucky guy was just cannon fodder as a scout. Since S.H.I.E.L.D. went to great lengths to infiltrate Jiangzhou, they must have brought more than just this one toy."