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

I choose B!

After making his choice, Lin Ye decisively took off his black coat and threw it aside.

Then, he crossed his arms and ripped off the white T-shirt he was wearing close to his body.

In the early autumn night, a cool breeze was blowing.

Lin Ye was shirtless, and his strong muscles were clearly visible in the beam of the flashlight.

This T-shirt accompanied him through the fierce battle in the mental hospital, and it was soaked with sweat. More importantly, it was imbued with the aura of his pure Yang Daoist body.

Without hesitation, Lin Ye crumpled the white T-shirt into a ball and stuffed it into the recess in the center of the courtyard, which was reserved as the key to the formation.

"Heaven generates water, Earth completes it. Yin and Yang reverse, gathering energy to form an abyss! Begin!"

Lin Ye stomped his foot and formed a complex Taoist hand seal with his hands, sending a stream of true energy into the array's core.

"Buzz!"

With a deep hum, the entire courtyard floor seemed to come alive.

The octagonal array plate drawn with cinnabar instantly burst forth with a dazzling red light.

Immediately afterwards, the night winds from all directions suddenly stopped.

The scattered, lingering yin energy beneath the old city of Jiangzhou seemed to be drawn by some irresistible force, surging towards the backyard of the funeral parlor like rivers flowing into the sea.

A thin layer of white mist, visible to the naked eye, quickly filled the once empty courtyard.

The white mist was not cold and biting, but rather carried a warm and smooth feeling, like jade.

Even more miraculously, after the white mist came into contact with the white T-shirt at the center of the formation, it actually picked up a faint masculine aura belonging to Lin Ye.

With the fusion of Yin and Yang, this backyard has become a blessed land suitable for zombies to live in, recuperate, and thrive.

"Done."

Lin Ye patted the dust off his hands with satisfaction, then turned and walked up the iron stairs.

Lin Ye was stunned as soon as he pushed open the door to the second-floor bedroom.

The two elderly women in the room were currently breathing deeply with their eyes closed, completely absorbed in the moment.

After the formation was activated, the entire second floor was filled with a warm, damp mist carrying Lin Ye's aura.

Froststar hugged her down pillow, her little face flushed.

She rolled around on the bed like a kitten that had just taken catnip, uttering contented murmurs:

"Mmm...it smells so much like my brother-in-law...it's so comforting..."

Leng Yue sat on the edge of the bed. Unlike Shuang Xing, she did not lose her composure, but her tightly closed eyes and slightly raised, exquisitely beautiful chin spoke volumes about her comfort at that moment.

The feeling of being enveloped by pure yang energy was as if Lin Ye were holding her in his arms, warming her body that had been cold for thousands of years.

Hearing the door open, Leng Yue opened her eyes.

Those golden-red eyes shone brightly as they looked at Lin Ye, who was shirtless, and their gaze instantly softened.

"My lord, you've gone to great lengths. This formation is truly ingenious. My cultivation here is ten times more effective than that of the extremely yin corpse-nurturing ground." Leng Yue stood up and walked to Lin Ye.

She reached out her delicate hand, took down another clean shirt hanging on the nearby clothes rack, and demurely draped it over Lin Ye's shoulders, buttoning up his collar.

"Don't catch a cold, my lord."

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to him, and smelling the cool fragrance emanating from her body, Lin Ye felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

"As long as you're comfortable, that's fine."

Lin Ye took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and led her to the bedside.

"After a whole day and night of fuss, I need to get some sleep. Tomorrow I still need to buy some new furniture for this empty shop."

"Um."

Leng Yue nodded obediently and lifted a corner of the thin blanket.

Lin Ye climbed onto the super king-size bed, which was three meters wide.

On the left is Froststar, the mutated little zombie king who is fast asleep and clinging to herself with her hands and feet.

On the right is Leng Yue, a half-step drought demon, lying on her side with gentle, watery eyes.

Listening to the occasional chirping of insects outside the window, Lin Ye closed his eyes.

Kari was lying with a huge sum of five million, possessed profound-level Taoist magic, and was accompanied by two peerless female zombies.

These days, we've finally made it through!

Lin Ye slept more soundly than ever before.

There was no biting cold or piercing torment, no life-or-death crisis, only endless peace and gentleness...

The next morning.

The bright sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains and fell on Lin Ye's face.

Lin Ye stretched, his bones making a satisfying popping sound.

After a night of breathing exercises, the pure yang energy in the body has been replenished in the meridians.

The two women beside him were still fast asleep.

The daytime sunlight was still a bit too bright for them, and they instinctively squeezed closer to Lin Ye, who was like a "constant-temperature furnace".

Lin Ye carefully withdrew his arm and got out of bed to wash up.

As soon as I reached the shop on the first floor, I heard a series of urgent knocks coming from outside the roller shutter door.

"Yoko! Open the door, Yoko! We've struck it rich, are you going to open the door or not?!"

Wang Pangzi's hoarse voice echoed through the air above Taiping Old Street.

Lin Ye walked over and pulled open the roller shutter door with a "whoosh".

The crisp morning air filled the shop.

Outside the door, Fatty Wang, dressed in a flashy floral shirt, carried two steaming baskets of crab roe dumplings, his chubby face trembling violently with excitement.

"Ye Zi! What you did last night at the Fourth Mental Hospital has gone viral throughout the entire metaphysical community of Jiangzhou City!"

As soon as Fatty Wang entered the door, he couldn't wait to slam the steamed buns onto the counter, spitting everywhere.

"Everyone outside is saying that a living god has appeared in Taiping Old Street, who shattered a master of the Yinshan Sect with a single slap and instantly killed an A-level mutated blood corpse king with a single thunder technique!"

The fat man leaned closer to Lin Ye, lowered his voice, and his eyes gleamed:

"Bro, give me a hint: that stunningly beautiful woman in the black trench coat who was with you last night... is she your wife?"

"That aura was absolutely amazing! Young Master Qin called me this morning, saying he'd offer two million just to see your wife once..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye's face instantly fell.

He picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into the fat man's mouth to shut him up from his incessant chatter.

"Tell Young Master Qin to give up that idea as soon as possible." Lin Ye sneered. "If my wife were to meet him even once, his two million wouldn't even be enough to buy a coffin."

Just then.

A low-key black Hongqi sedan suddenly stopped outside the funeral parlor.

The car door opened, and an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, and exuding an air of authority, slowly stepped out of the car, leaning on an expensive golden nanmu cane.

The old man looked up at the dilapidated plaque that read "Lin Family Funeral," his eyes filled with a terrifying depth.

"The rumors were indeed true; the grandson left behind by Old Lin is truly the manifestation of the Pure Yang Daoist."

The old man muttered to himself before stepping into the shop.

Lin Ye frowned slightly as he looked at the uninvited old man.

He couldn't sense any spiritual energy fluctuations from the old man, but the bodyguard behind him was a true master of internal martial arts.

"Sir, would you like to buy funeral clothes or make a paper effigy?" Lin Ye asked calmly.

The old man smiled slightly, tapped his cane on the ground, and it made a crisp sound.

"I don't buy things from the dead. I'm here to ask Boss Lin to help save a living person."

"I know the rules."

The old man took out an elegant black bank card from his pocket and gently pushed it onto the counter.

"There's ten million inside. As long as Boss Lin can break the trap at my ancestral home, this money is just a deposit."

Lin Ye stared at the black card, his heart skipped a beat.

Ten million? A deposit?

This is what you call a truly big business!