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

Lin Ye glanced at the three options and made a decision without hesitation.

I choose A.

He stepped forward and reached out to stop Ah Biao, who was still trying to unlock the door.

"Get out of the way! These chains have been corroded by the earth's evil energy. Your mortal body will surely die if it touches them."

Lin Ye spoke calmly, reaching into his tactical backpack and pulling out the [Dragon-Seeking Ruler], a system reward.

This ritual implement is cast entirely in bronze, with ancient totems of the Twenty-Eight Mansions engraved on its body. It feels heavy in the hand and exudes a simple and desolate Taoist charm.

As soon as the dowsing rod was exposed to the air, the pointer at the end of the rod emitted a clear, low chime and began to spin wildly, finally pointing firmly at the tightly closed courtyard gate.

A faint golden light flickered on the ruler, resisting the surrounding sinister aura.

Lin Ye held the Dragon-Seeking Ruler horizontally with one hand, took the Seven Star Step, and had a solemn expression.

Song Zhenguo and the others held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

They could clearly feel that as Lin Ye moved around, the suffocating chill around them miraculously lessened.

"Search for the stars, stir the sands, establish the balance of Yin and Yang. Break!"

Lin Ye let out a low shout, and pure Yang energy surged into the Dragon-Seeking Ruler through his palm.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, the dowsing rod struck the latch where the two door panels met with perfect accuracy.

A crimson-gold halo suddenly spread out from the point of impact.

With a few crisp "snap" sounds, the black talismans pasted on the door were instantly burned into ashes as if burned by a raging fire.

Immediately afterwards, the thick, rusty iron chain snapped and crashed onto the bluestone slab.

"Squeak!"

The heavy courtyard gate, no longer restrained, slowly opened to both sides.

An extremely strong, fishy smell wafted over.

The scene inside the courtyard was completely exposed to everyone.

No flowers or plants were planted here; the entire ground was covered with dark red soil, as if it had been soaked in blood.

In the very center of the courtyard stands a quiet ancient well made of blue bricks.

Thick, red liquid kept overflowing from the edge of the ancient well, flowing along the cracks in the bricks.

Above the wellhead, a swirl of crimson mist, almost tangible, swirled around, within which distorted, struggling human faces faintly emerged.

"Step back."

Lin Ye lowered his voice and raised the Dragon-Seeking Ruler in front of him.

Song Zhenguo and A Biao were so frightened that they retreated all the way to the outside of the moon gate, not daring to step into the courtyard at all.

Wang Pangzi chickened out and hid behind A Biao's broad back, peeking out half his head.

Only Leng Yue and Shuang Xing followed Lin Ye with calm expressions.

Leng Yue took off her sunglasses and casually stuffed them into her trench coat pocket.

Her deep red eyes reflected the churning blood mist, and a hint of disgust appeared on her exquisite face.

"The atmosphere here is chaotic and nauseating, with the resentment of the earth's veins intertwined with the life force of the living."

"Sister is right, this stuff doesn't taste good at all, it tastes like mud."

Froststar pinched her nose, her face full of disgust.

For a Netherworld Corpse King like her, who feeds on high-level Yin energy, this mixed Earthly Fiends is simply spoiled junk food.

Holding the Dragon-Seeking Ruler, Lin Ye slowly approached the ancient well.

The closer you get, the more violently the ruler vibrates.

"The thing at the bottom of the well has become a malevolent spirit."

Lin Ye stopped three meters away from the ancient well.

He pulled out a yellow "Three Yangs Fire Talisman" from his backpack, held the talisman between his index and middle fingers, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the talisman spontaneously combusted, turning into a ball of crimson fire.

"Go test the depth."

Lin Ye flicked his finger, and the fireball traced an arc before landing precisely in the ancient well.

"Sizzle!"

The fireball did not extinguish itself when it fell into the well water; instead, it caused a violent boiling sound.

With a chilling scream, the crimson mist above the well suddenly contracted.

"boom!"

A jet of water shot into the sky.

The water column was a viscous, dark red color. It twisted and deformed rapidly in mid-air, eventually transforming into a gigantic monster over three meters tall, made entirely of mud and blood.

The monster's face had no features, only a bottomless black hole, and a half-broken, grayish-white dragon-shaped stone carving was prominently embedded in its chest!

"Earthly Fiends and Vengeful Spirits!" Lin Ye's eyes sharpened.

This monster has no physical form; it relies entirely on the stone that severed half of the dragon vein as its core.

Ordinary physical attacks have no effect on it, and even Taoist thunder magic would find it difficult to defeat in a short time, because its power source is connected to the Yin veins beneath the entire West Mountain.

"roar!"

The Fiend Spirit let out a deafening roar, and its huge, blood-soaked arm swung out, bringing with it a foul-smelling gust of wind, directly smashing towards Lin Ye, who was standing at the very front.

"My lord, be careful."

Leng Yue's cold voice rang in my ears.

She did not make a move, because Lin Ye had instructed her before leaving that, unless they encountered an inescapable dead end, she should let him accumulate practical experience in the front.

Instead of retreating, Lin Ye advanced, his figure shifting sideways like a ghost.

The massive mud arm slammed down where he had just stood, instantly causing the hard bluestone slab to collapse and create a deep pit, with rubble flying everywhere.

"Big guy, you're too slow."

Lin Ye sneered, and the Dragon-Seeking Ruler in his hand suddenly shot out, its tip precisely touching the joint of the vengeful spirit's arm.

Pure Yang energy poured out along the Dragon-Seeking Ruler, transforming into a sharp golden sword aura.

"laugh!"

The vengeful spirit's half-arm was forcibly severed, turning into a pool of foul-smelling blood that spilled all over the ground.

However, just a few seconds later, the blood mist at the severed arm rolled and actually reformed into a perfectly intact mud arm.

"Can't be killed?"

Wang Pangzi, who was watching from a distance, exclaimed in surprise.

"This monster is born from the earth's veins. As long as the blood in this ancient well doesn't dry up, it can be reborn indefinitely."

Lin Ye leaped back several steps, creating distance between them.

"To deal with this kind of thing, you can't fight it head-on; you have to cut it off at its root!"

Lin Ye put away the Dragon-Seeking Ruler and quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest.

He must use a formation powerful enough to seal the earth's veins, temporarily severing the connection between the ancient well and the underground yin veins.

"Froststar, freeze that big guy and buy me half a minute!" Lin Ye shouted.

"Leave it to me!"

Froststar had been itching to get started for a long time.

Her petite figure transformed into a ghostly blue afterimage, instantly appearing above the head of the Earthly Fiend Spirit.

The little girl flipped over in mid-air, the bone knife in her hand radiating an astonishing chill.

Instead of cutting, she plunged the bone knife deep into the vengeful spirit's faceless head.

"Extreme Nether Ice Prison, Freeze!"

Froststar's right eye burst forth with a blinding, eerie light.

A terrifyingly low temperature, far exceeding that of liquid nitrogen, erupted from the bone knife.

Before the vengeful spirit could even scream, its three-meter-tall body of mud and blood solidified into a massive dark red ice sculpture from the inside out in just two seconds.

Even the blood mist swirling above the wellhead was frozen into fine ice crystals, which fell down in a soft rustling sound.

The extremely cold corpse energy of the Netherworld Corpse King is terrifying!

With Frost Star's suppression, Lin Ye's hand seals were complete.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of pure yang essence blood into the air, which transformed into a Bagua seal diagram woven from crimson blood lines.

"Seal the heavens and earth, sever the pulse and cut off the source! Fall!"

Lin Ye slammed his palms heavily on the ground.

The blood-red Bagua diagram descended from the sky and precisely covered the mouth of the ancient well.

As the blood-red light burst forth, the churning blood in the ancient well seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force, instantly returning to calm.

With the earth's veins cut off, cracks began to appear on the surface of the vengeful spirit that had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

"broken!"

Leng Yue stepped forward without anyone noticing, and lightly flicked her slender, jade-like fingers through the air.

"Splash..."

The enormous ice sculpture collapsed instantly, turning into countless ice shards the size of fingernails scattered all over the ground.

The vengeful spirit, having lost the support of the earth's veins, vanished completely, leaving only a half-broken, grayish-white dragon-shaped stone lying quietly in the bloody mud.

The stench in the courtyard gradually faded away as the vengeful spirit dissipated.

Lin Ye let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Done."

He walked to the broken stone, lifted it up with a dowsing rod, and turned to look at Song Zhenguo, who was standing dumbfounded outside the courtyard gate.

"Mr. Song, the source of the evil energy at the bottom of the well has been sealed off. This broken dragon-suppressing stone is the culprit. Take it away and burn it with a raging fire for seven days, and the feng shui of the Song family ancestral home will be restored to its original state."

Song Zhenguo's hand, which was holding a cane, trembled violently.

He looked at the young man who stood with his hands behind his back, effortlessly suppressing the evil spirits, and felt an overwhelming sense of shock and elation.

"Master Lin's kindness is like a second life! The entire Song family will never forget it!"

Song Zhenguo bowed deeply, his attitude extremely humble.

"Don't thank me yet."

Lin Ye put the Dragon-Seeking Ruler back into his backpack, walked to Leng Yue's side, casually put his arm around her slender waist, and looked calmly at Song Zhenguo.

"Although the feng shui here is broken, your granddaughter's lost soul is not in this courtyard."

Song Zhenguo abruptly raised his head, his face instantly turning pale: "Master, you mean, Ruobing... she hasn't been saved yet?"

"Don't worry, I've taken your money, so I'll take care of everything." Lin Ye smiled calmly. "Lead the way, let's go to the hospital to see Miss Song."

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the outline of the western mountains a deep crimson.

The Mercedes-Benz G-Class started up again and slowly drove away from the manor shrouded in the shadow of death, speeding towards Jiangzhou city.