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

Hearing Leng Yue say these words, Lin Ye felt a warmth in his heart.

He sat up straight, reached out and pulled Leng Yue into his arms, letting her sit on his lap, his chin resting on the fragrant crook of her neck.

"Why make such a heavy statement? I'm incredibly resilient; you probably won't even find my name in the Book of Life and Death under the King of Hell."

"You ancient witch, you'll still have to cook for me, warm my bed, and discipline those disobedient little brats. The good days have just begun, what's the rush?"

Leng Yue chuckled at his teasing and gave him a light pinch on the waist.

"boom!"

Just then, a muffled thud came from the kitchen, followed by coughing and exclamations.

"Hey! Helena, move aside! That's not how you put out a fire! Why are you spraying that red tube? That's a dry powder fire extinguisher; it'll get my food dirty!"

Froststar's furious voice came from the thick smoke.

"But...madam...the fire in this pot has already reached the roof! In Western monasteries, even demonic fire is extinguished with holy water..."

Helena's aggrieved and flustered voice was mixed in.

Lin Ye rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly.

He released Leng Yue, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw white smoke billowing from the kitchen.

Froststar was holding a long-handled iron ladle and was simmering it over a red-hot iron pot.

The pot was simmering some kind of bizarre dish, emitting a pungent and burnt smell that seemed to hit you right in the head.

She tried to use the ghostly fire within her body to "enhance the flavor" of the dish, but she miscontrolled the heat and caused a small psionic explosion in the pot.

Beside her, Helena, dressed in that alluring custom-made nun's habit, held a dry powder fire extinguisher, looking completely bewildered.

"Are you two planning to turn this funeral parlor into a crematorium?"

Lin Ye leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, with a look of schadenfreude on his face.

"Brother-in-law!"

When Shuangxing saw Lin Ye, she immediately dropped the spatula, her face covered in soot, and pounced on him, complaining pitifully.

"I wanted to make you a spicy stir-fried demon core with ghost peppers to nourish your body, but who knew the iron pot in this Great Xia Kingdom was of such poor quality that even my ghost fire couldn't withstand it!"

Lin Ye's lips twitched violently twice.

Spicy Ghost Pepper Stir-fried Demon Core?

What kind of bizarre and creative recipe is this?

Do you think this is some kind of dark fantasy simulation game?

If you eat this stuff, forget about getting any health benefits; you'll probably burst your latrine tonight.

"Alright, alright, stop with your supernatural powers. This is a restricted area; you weapons of mass destruction are strictly prohibited from entering the kitchen from now on. Go wash your faces, and I'll take you out to eat at a restaurant for lunch."

Lin Ye herded the two out of the kitchen like ducks, and with a wave of his hand, a burst of pure Yang energy swept all the embers and smoke out of the window.

……

the other side.

In Ayougu's room on the second floor of the funeral parlor.

The Miao holy woman was sitting cross-legged in a computer chair, but instead of shouting and playing games as usual, she was not.

An encrypted chat interface is displayed on the computer screen.

Beside Ayougu's hand was a black bamboo tube filled with her natal Gu worms.

At this moment, the Gu worms inside the bamboo tube were making an uneasy rustling sound, as if they had sensed some kind of deadly threat.

The chat interface only displays a few short lines of text.

The sender's IP address was disguised in multiple ways, but Ayougu still recognized it at a glance as a unique code word used within the Miao region.

"Holy Maiden, the High Priest has given an order. The dragon veins of the Ten Thousand Mountains have changed, and that thing... can no longer be suppressed."

"Return immediately. Your time is drawing near; do not implicate outsiders."

As Ayougu looked at these lines of text, for the first time, her usual carefree and sharp-tongued face lost its usual expression.

She bit her lower lip, her fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long time, but in the end she didn't type a single word and simply unplugged the computer's network cable.

"My time is up..."

Ah Yougu murmured softly, her gaze fixed on the sunlight streaming into Taiping Old Street outside the window.

Everyone thought that she, the Miao holy woman, ran away to live as an unregistered person because she was playful and couldn't stand the hard life in the mountains.

They thought that her uncles and high priestess mothers who had chased after her were only indulging her out of extreme pampering.

But only Ayougu himself knew.

The Wan Gu Ancient Clan's lineage of holy maidens, which has been passed down for two thousand years, has a "primordial mother Gu" planted in their bodies from the moment they are born, which is connected to the fortune of the Miao region's land veins.

This Gu is both an unparalleled power and a vicious curse.

Throughout history, none of the holy women lived past the age of twenty-five.

Once their time is up, they will be devoured by the mother Gu, turning into sacrifices to the ancient demons and monsters in the Miao region, using their bodies to fill the seal.

Ayougu is 24 years and 8 months old this year.

She escaped from the Ten Thousand Mountains and fled to Jiangzhou, where she shamelessly stayed at the Lin family's funeral parlor.

At first, she did hope to find a glimmer of hope in this mysterious boss with a pure Yang body, and see if she could use that extremely strong and Yang power to dispel the curse within her body.

But as we spent more time together...

She began to crave the warmth and liveliness of this place.

"I can't stay here any longer..."

Ayougu clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms.

"The scum from the UK and the monsters from the East are already enough of a nuisance for him. If what's inside me explodes again... it will completely destroy the funeral parlor."

She took a deep breath, carefully tucked the black bamboo tube from the table into her bosom, a resolute glint in her eyes…

Jiangzhou City, Jiangzhou Traffic Radio Station.

The radio station is located on the 27th floor of the Broadcasting Building in the city center.

Old Chen, the host of the late-night program "Midnight Listening," is sitting in the broadcasting studio right now.

Although it's 10 a.m. and he doesn't need to go live, he's organizing the listener recordings from last night, preparing to edit a special program about "the psychological state of people after the resurgence of paranormal phenomena."

The studio is very soundproof, so quiet that you can only hear the sound of a mouse clicking.

Old Chen, wearing monitoring headphones, played a recording of a hotline call that came in at 3 a.m. last night.

The recording has some hissing noise.

"Is Teacher Chen there?"

A middle-aged man's voice, sounding extremely tired, came through the earphones.

"I'm here. Dear listener, do you have any concerns you'd like to share? Now that the government has revealed the truth, there's no need to be afraid. Speak up boldly about any issues you have."

In the recording, Old Chen soothed her with his signature warm voice.

"Teacher Chen... I had a dream."

The man's voice grew lower and lower, as if he were speaking into the microphone.

"I dreamt of a city, a city entirely composed of pure white light and geometric lines. There was no sound, no living people, only countless tightly closed doors."

Hearing this, Old Chen, who was sitting in front of the computer, frowned.

This description is neither like the traditional Eastern underworld nor like a hallucination caused by an encounter with an evil spirit.

The recording is still ongoing.

"I walked up to a door, and on that door was a drawing of a white dove with its eyes closed. I was curious, so I... I pushed the door open."

The man's voice suddenly turned shrill, carrying a chilling ecstasy!

"Teacher Chen! Behind the door are angels! They have no faces! They want me to join them! I said yes!"

"I feel amazing right now! My body is glowing! I'm going to become light too! Hahahaha!"

The recording stopped abruptly here.

Then a buzzing sound, similar to some kind of high-frequency microwave, came through.

The sound lasted for a full ten seconds before the call was disconnected.

Old Chen took off his headphones and rubbed his throbbing temples.

"What kind of nonsense is this? It's probably some delusional patient who's been traumatized."

He muttered something and prepared to delete the recording.

however.

Just as his finger was about to press the left mouse button, he suddenly stopped.

Old Chen stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him, his eyes becoming vacant.

In his mind, the scene described by the man in the recording just now began to play uncontrollably on its own!

A pure white geometric city.

The door was tightly closed.

The design features a dove with its eyes closed.

"Push it away...push it away..."

A voice that was completely indistinguishable between male and female echoed deep within Old Chen's mind.

Old Chen's hands left the keyboard, stiffly raised in mid-air, making a "pushing door" motion.

"Click".

A crisp sound of a door opening suddenly rang out in the closed broadcasting studio.

next second.

Old Chen's body, starting from his fingertips, gradually turned into white light sand!

He didn't scream, but instead wore a ecstatic smile.

In just three seconds.

A perfectly healthy person, right under the surveillance camera in the broadcasting studio, was completely turned into a pile of white sand, scattered on the office chair.

Meanwhile.

The audio file stored on the computer's hard drive automatically started a background transfer program.

It transformed into a strange electromagnetic wave that was imperceptible to the naked eye, spreading silently in all directions of Jiangzhou City along the signal transmission tower of the broadcasting building.

This is a naturally generated rule-based exception—[A Boon to the White City Nightmare]!

Anyone who hears this "gospel" and conjures up an image of the "White City" in their mind will be forcibly pulled into that otherworldly space composed of higher-dimensional concepts, and their physical body in reality will completely disintegrate into light and sand.

……

Taiping Old Street, funeral parlors.

Lin Ye had just changed his clothes.

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze.

He keenly caught a subtle, unusual fluctuation in the air.

At this moment, the feng shui magnetic field of the entire Taiping Old Street was slightly distorted.

Lin Ye stopped and turned to look out the window.

On the old street, an elderly sanitation worker who was sweeping suddenly stopped, staring blankly at the empty old locust tree in front of him.