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

The morning sunlight slanted through the half-open roller shutter of the funeral parlor, casting a slanted shadow on the scratched glass counter.

Fine dust particles float in the air.

The bank card, with its dark gold trim and pure black body, lay quietly at the boundary between sunlight and shadow, exuding a heavy, oppressive feeling unique to capital.

"Clatter."

The half-eaten crab roe soup dumpling in Fatty Wang's hand fell to the ground, and golden crab oil splattered all over his trouser leg.

His already small eyes were now fixed intently on the black card on the counter.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty several times, and he even stopped breathing.

Ten million!

If this money were converted into hundred-yuan bills, it would be enough to form a small mountain in this cramped funeral parlor.

For ordinary people, this is an astronomical figure that they could not earn in several lifetimes.

Lin Ye stood behind the counter, his face as calm as a still pond.

He didn't touch the card; his gaze passed over the black card and landed on the elderly man in front of him, who had a full head of silver hair and was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit.

The old man leaned on his intricately carved golden nanmu cane with both hands, his back ramrod straight.

Time has etched deep lines on his face, but his slightly cloudy eyes reveal the sharpness and shrewdness unique to those in power.

Beside the old man, the burly bodyguard in a suit was staring at Lin Ye with the same scrutinizing gaze one would give a predator.

This person's stance appears relaxed, but his feet are firmly planted on the foundation of internal martial arts, and his knuckles are covered with thick calluses.

"The old gentleman is very generous, spending money like water."

Lin Ye casually picked up the celadon teapot on the counter, poured two cups of cheap jasmine tea, and pushed one of them forward.

"This cup of tea is on me. As for the money, I dare not accept it before I have a clear understanding of his background."

Upon hearing this, the bodyguard in the suit's expression suddenly darkened.

He suddenly took half a step forward, and a fierce gust of wind from his fist, carrying a murderous aura, rushed straight towards Lin Ye's face:

"The old master's personal visit is a huge honor for someone like you. He's asking you to do something for money, how dare you refuse?"

The bodyguard's aura was extremely intimidating; most ordinary people would have their legs go weak on the spot when faced with the pressure of such a master of internal martial arts.

But Lin Ye didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stood quietly in place, his body brimming with pure yang energy like a volcano about to erupt.

Upon sensing the hostility from the outside world, the Pure Yang Dao Body spontaneously activated, and a layer of crimson qi, imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly covered his body.

The bodyguard's fierce aura struck Lin Ye three feet in front of him, then vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Instead, a powerful and masculine force slammed into the bodyguard's chest through the air.

"Hmm!"

The bodyguard grunted, his burly body swayed violently twice, and he staggered back three steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

He clutched his chest, staring in horror at the seemingly frail young man before him, a deep sense of dread welling up in his eyes.

He repelled a master of internal martial arts simply by releasing his aura, without even moving his hands!

"Ah Biao, step back. Don't be rude to Boss Lin."

The elderly man in the Zhongshan suit tapped his cane lightly on the ground, silencing the bodyguard who was about to step forward.

His gaze towards Lin Ye now held an undisguised admiration:

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young. Rumors have it that a true dragon is hidden in Taiping Old Street, and after seeing it today, I believe it."

Just then, a faint light flashed across Lin Ye's retina, and the system's soothing notification sound rang out in his mind right on time.

"Ding! A system notification: A request for help from a top tycoon has been detected, triggering the side quest 'The Mysterious Affairs of the Richest Family, Song.' Please make a choice within three minutes!"

[Option A: Treating money like dirt—shoving the black card in the old man's face, shouting "Don't underestimate a young man's potential, I'm not short of money," then turning and going back to his room to sleep.]

[Reward: Obtain the title "The Nemesis of Money-Loving People"]

Consequences: You will lose ten million yuan and be branded as a lunatic in Jiangzhou's metaphysical circles.

Option B: Greedy for money—unscrupulously rushing to hug the old man's leg, shouting, "If you don't abandon me, I'm willing to become your godfather."

[Reward: Thick skin +50, Yang energy -10 (due to poor blood circulation caused by being too shameful).]

Consequences: Your prestige will be completely shattered, and Leng Yue will utterly despise your spinelessness.

Option C: The demeanor of a master – Remaining calm and composed, thoroughly understanding the ins and outs before making a decision, demonstrating exceptional professionalism and sophistication.

Rewards: 200 Official Points, significantly increased Awe and Respect among Song Family Master and Servants, and the acquisition of a Xuanmen magical artifact, the [Dragon-Seeking Ruler].

Faced with these three options, Lin Ye chuckled inwardly.

This system is usually unreliable, but when it comes to serious matters, it knows how to weigh the pros and cons.

I choose C.

Lin Ye's thoughts stirred slightly. He casually pulled over a chair, sat down, picked up the jasmine tea in front of him, took a small sip, and spoke calmly:

"Sir, let's not beat around the bush. Ten million is just a deposit, which means the matter you're about to handle is far more dangerous than usual. Tell me, what kind of evil spirit have you encountered?"

The old man sighed deeply, his weathered face revealing an undisguised weariness and sorrow.

"I am Song Zhenguo, the head of the Song Group in Jiangzhou. The ten million in this account cannot buy power or fame. I only beg Boss Lin to save my poor granddaughter's life."

Fatty Wang, standing nearby, gasped and whispered in Lin Ye's ear:

"Ye Zi! Song Zhenguo! The richest man in Jiangzhou City, the Song God of Wealth whose businesses account for half of Jiangnan Province!"

Lin Ye waved his hand, signaling the fat man to be quiet, and stared intently at Song Zhenguo: "What happened to your granddaughter?"

Song Zhenguo clasped his hands on his cane, his voice trembling slightly:

"Half a month ago, my granddaughter Ruobing returned to the ancestral home in Xishan to pay respects to our ancestors. The Song family ancestral home is located deep in Xishan. Back then, we invited a feng shui master from Hong Kong Island to assess the site and determined it to be an excellent feng shui location known as 'Divine Dragon Drinking Water,' which will ensure the prosperity of our Song family for three generations."

"But on the night of the ancestral worship ceremony, the water in the century-old well in the backyard of the ancestral home turned crimson without warning, and emitted a pungent, fishy stench..."

"Ruobing went to the backyard to check on him and immediately fell unconscious. He was rushed back to a private hospital in the city that night, where top experts from all over the country consulted on his case. All his physiological indicators were completely normal, but he just wouldn't wake up."

At this point, a hint of fear flashed in Song Zhenguo's cloudy eyes.

"If she were just unconscious, that would be one thing, but starting from the third day, every midnight, Ruobing would mysteriously climb out of bed! She would use her hands and feet to climb up to the ceiling like a wild beast, uttering strange, incomprehensible syllables."

"Any doctor or nurse who got close to her suffered frostbite from the black aura emanating from her. Some became seriously ill, while others went into shock on the spot. The Song family spent a lot of money to hire five or six groups of experts from Taoist temples, but they were all helpless. Two Taoist priests even suffered a backlash and vomited blood on the spot..."

After listening to Song Zhenguo's account, Lin Ye's brows furrowed deeply.

The knowledge from "The Complete Book of Elementary Talismans" and the true interpretation of Feng Shui was rapidly circulating in my mind.

"The Divine Dragon's Water Drinking Bureau?"

Lin Ye sneered and tapped his fingers lightly on the glass counter.

"Mr. Song, the feng shui master you hired back then probably only understood one aspect and not the other."

Song Zhenguo was taken aback: "What do you mean by that, Boss Lin?"

Lin Ye stood up, his gaze sharply fixed on Song Zhenguo, and began his professional commentary:

"The saying goes, 'The dragon drinks water,' which requires a flowing stream to pass through the hall. If the dragon vein is low-lying and the water is clear and cold, wealth will flow in. If the well water turns crimson and has a fishy smell, this is called the 'Dragon-Slaying Sha' in Feng Shui!"

"Dragon Slayer?"

Song Zhenguo and his bodyguard A Biao looked at each other in bewilderment.

"The underground dragon vein was forcibly severed, causing yin energy to flow back into the water eye. The cinnabar vein underground was eroded by evil energy, which is why it dissolved into the well water and turned into the so-called 'blood water'."

"When a dragon vein is severed, great resentment will inevitably arise at the break point. Your granddaughter happened to be near the ancient well at the point where yin energy was at its peak. This is no ordinary case of being possessed by an evil spirit; rather, her soul was stolen by a malevolent entity that crawled out from the severed dragon vein!"

Lin Ye's words were powerful and resounding, each word striking precisely at the core of metaphysical theory.

Song Zhenguo broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.

This young man didn't even go to the scene, yet he analyzed the essence of things so thoroughly with just a few words of description.

This insight and skill far surpasses that of the so-called masters from famous mountains and rivers we invited before.

"Master Lin! Since you can see the crux of the problem, you must have a solution!"

Song Zhenguo changed his form of address, his tone now carrying a hint of pleading.

Just as Lin Ye was about to speak, a soft footstep sound suddenly came from the wooden staircase.