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

"Da, da, da."

With a crisp sound, two stunningly beautiful figures slowly descended from the second floor.

Walking in front was Leng Yue, who was wearing a gray, tight-fitting knitted dress.

She casually tied her long, silvery-white hair back with a wooden hairpin, with a few loose strands hanging down her slender swan neck.

That stunningly beautiful face was devoid of any extraneous expression, her deep red eyes sweeping indifferently over the crowd on the first floor.

Following behind Leng Yue was Shuang Xing, dressed in a black Lolita dress.

The little girl held an unfinished popsicle in her hand, her heterochromatic eyes darting around, and a faint, sickly smile playing on her lips.

The moment those two women appeared, the air in the entire funeral parlor seemed to freeze instantly.

The first to be affected was Ah Biao, the master of internal martial arts.

Those who practice martial arts year-round have an extremely keen sense of aura.

The moment Leng Yue's red eyes swept over him, A Biao felt a loud "buzz" in his brain, and a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared before his eyes.

That was an absolute hierarchy suppression that originated from the depths of the soul!

The aura unconsciously emitted by the half-step drought demon was like Mount Tai pressing down on ordinary martial artists.

"thump!"

Ah Biao's knees buckled, and his burly body was completely out of control, causing him to kneel heavily on the ground.

Large drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with extreme horror and despair.

He didn't even have the courage to raise his head and look directly at the cold moon.

Song Zhenguo was so startled by this sudden turn of events that he took a step back.

Although he had no martial arts training and could not truly feel the terrifying pressure, the fact that even his most capable bodyguard knelt down instantly was enough to demonstrate how terrifying these two women were.

"My lord."

Leng Yue walked straight to Lin Ye's side with unhurried steps.

She casually picked up the teapot from the counter and filled Lin Ye's cup with hot tea.

Her every move exudes a mature and untouched charm.

Froststar took a bite of her popsicle, moved closer to Lin Ye, and stared intently at Song Zhenguo's throbbing carotid artery with her blood-red right eye, muttering in a soft, sweet voice:

"Brother-in-law, this old man's blood smells sour, like rotten wood. Froststar doesn't want to eat him."

Children's innocent words sounded like a death knell to Song Zhenguo.

The old man, who had been a successful businessman for decades, felt a chill run down his spine and his legs trembled slightly.

Lin Ye picked up his teacup, calmly blew on the steam, and smiled at Song Zhenguo:

"Mr. Song, please don't panic. These two are my family members and assistants. The young girl is a bit blunt, please don't take offense."

Family members?!

Song Zhenguo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Who exactly is this young boss Lin, who can keep such a woman with unfathomable strength and an aura that can suppress martial arts masters as his "assistant"?

At this moment, Song Zhenguo's awe of Lin Ye had reached its peak.

He knew he had found the right person this time.

"Master Lin, you're too kind."

Song Zhenguo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, trembling as he pulled a gilded business card with an address written on it from his pocket and respectfully placed it on the counter.

"The ancestral home in Xishan is located in a remote area. Master Ruolin has agreed to this matter. At 3 PM this afternoon, I will send a special car to pick you up."

"Okay, I'll take this order. I'll leave on time this afternoon."

Lin Ye nodded and pocketed the black card containing a deposit of ten million.

Song Zhenguo felt relieved and thanked him repeatedly.

Afterwards, he helped his bodyguard, Ah Biao, who was weak in the knees, and they fled from the funeral parlor as if they were escaping.

As the black Hongqi sedan sped away, a brief silence fell over the funeral parlor.

"Holy crap! Yoko! Pinch me, am I dreaming?!"

Fatty Wang suddenly jumped up, grabbed Lin Ye's shoulder, and shook him wildly.

"Ten million! That's a ten million deposit! Add that to the five million from last night, you're a multi-millionaire now! Tonight you'll have to go to the Grand Dynasty Hotel, book a VIP room, and order ten top-notch girls to celebrate!"

Fatty Wang was completely unaware of the approaching danger, still calculating his itinerary on his fingers:

"Let me tell you, Ye Zi, those new girls who came to the Shengshi Dynasty are as fair-skinned as Sister Shuangxing... Pshaw, of course they're not as fair as the sisters! But we're just having fun, right?"

He spoke with spittle flying everywhere, completely unaware that two meters behind him, Froststar had silently drawn her dark blue bone knife.

The blade spun in the morning light, and the reflected light spot landed precisely on the symmetrical position of the fat man's lower back, accurately marking the coordinates of his two kidneys.

Leng Yue didn't move; she simply turned her red eyes half an inch toward the fat man.

Suddenly, an overturned teacup on the counter cracked with a "crack," revealing a spiderweb-like pattern.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was more effective than any warning.

Froststar tilted her head and used the bone knife to scrape her fingernails. The sound of her fingernails scraping against the blade was sharp and piercing, like a cat's claws scratching glass.

She began to incline slowly behind the fat man, her steps as small as hopscotch, humming a strange, off-key nursery rhyme.

Wang Pangzi had no idea what was happening; he only felt two gazes, powerful enough to freeze one's soul, fixed on him.

"Looking for...looking for my sister? Fatty brother, do you think our bone knives are sharp?"

Froststar asked sweetly.

The fat man shuddered and immediately changed his tune:

"No, no, no! I meant to go to the market and buy ten top-quality hens to make soup for my sisters-in-law to help them recover! Um, Yezi, the water pipe upstairs is leaking, I'll go back and fix it first, I'll drive you this afternoon!"

The fat man wiped away his cold sweat and slipped out of the shop.

Lin Ye shook his head helplessly and silently recited "receive the reward" in his mind.

"Ding! Your points have increased by 200. Current points: 1450. Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Xuanmen magic weapon [Dragon-Seeking Ruler]."

Within the system space, a dowsing ruler, made entirely of bronze and engraved with intricate constellation patterns, floats silently.

This item is a treasure of the Feng Shui school of thought, capable of accurately detecting the direction of the earth's veins and the yin and yang energies.

With this magical artifact, I felt more confident about my afternoon trip to Xishan.

"My lord, the old man's aura is tainted with a heavy deathly aura."

Leng Yue turned around and straightened Lin Ye's slightly disheveled collar.

Her movements were gentle, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against Lin Ye's chin, bringing a comforting coolness.

"Yes, that Dragon-Slaying Demon is no ordinary creature. The earth's veins have fractured, and resentment has arisen. The Song family's ancestral home is probably now a forbidden zone for the living."

Lin Ye grasped Leng Yue's wrist and pulled her a little closer.

"Our whole family is coming for this job this afternoon."

"Yay! More delicious food!"

Froststar raised her hands in celebration.

Ever since she cured the corpse poison and entered the Netherworld Corpse King realm, this girl's desire for high-level evil creatures has become increasingly strong, turning her into a gluttonous little rice bucket.

Lin Ye turned around and walked to the storage lockers behind the counter to start taking inventory of the equipment.

The items included a lightning-struck peach wood sword, water-sprayed cinnabar, twenty newly drawn Three Yang Fire Talismans, and the newly acquired Xuan-rank magic weapon, the Dragon-Seeking Ruler.

Leng Yue stood quietly to the side, watching Lin Ye methodically pack the magical artifacts into a black tactical canvas bag.

She didn't say much, but silently walked to the side, took out several packets of aged medicinal herbs from the refrigerator, and carefully put them into a small bag for future use.

The sunlight fully illuminated Taiping Old Street, dispelling some of the gloom in the funeral parlor.

Lin Ye slung his canvas bag over his shoulder, looked at the two stunningly beautiful zombie women beside him, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Let's go, let's go meet that severed dragon."