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

"Dr. Zhang, right? A returned overseas elite, a staunch materialist."

Lin Ye spoke calmly, but his voice was loud enough for everyone in the corridor to hear clearly.

"Since you believe in science so much, why don't you use science to explain your recent symptoms?"

Zhang Jingtian snorted coldly:

"I'm in good health and have a full medical check-up twice a year. Stop trying to scare me!"

"Yeah?"

Lin Ye circled around him for half a turn, making a few imaginary taps in the air with his finger.

"Your forehead is dark, your eyes have a bluish tinge, and there are faint red veins on your cheekbones. This is a classic sign of reversed Qi and blood flow."

"If I'm not mistaken, for the past two weeks, you've been waking up suddenly every night between 1 and 3 a.m., feeling a heavy weight on your chest, unable to move your limbs, and even hearing the sound of a woman filing her nails under the bed."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingtian's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened instantly, and his face showed an expression of utter disbelief.

Lin Ye continued to deliver her message, each sentence piercing his very soul:

"You thought it was sleep paralysis caused by work stress, also known as 'sleep paralysis,' so you prescribed yourself sedatives and even had a brain CT scan."

"And the result? The dosage kept increasing, but the sound of nail filing became clearer and clearer. Last night, you even saw that woman pressed against your ceiling, didn't you?"

"How...how did you know?!"

Zhang Jingtian completely broke down. His legs went weak, and he staggered backward until his back pressed firmly against the cold wall.

He hadn't even dared to mention these hidden symptoms to his closest colleagues, yet this young man he'd never met described them perfectly!

Lin Ye sneered, took out a three-dimensional compass from his canvas bag, and waved it in front of Zhang Jingtian:

"That's called metaphysics. You recently bought a second-hand house, and the head of the bed in the master bedroom faces the floor-to-ceiling window, outside of which is an abandoned construction site with a tower crane."

"In the Feng Shui school of thought, this is called the 'Sky-Cutting Sha' that breaks the pattern. It just so happens that your annual peach blossom luck is in conflict, which has attracted wandering ghosts. That female ghost has been haunting you for a full half month."

Zhang Jingtian's face was ashen.

He did indeed buy a cheap, secondhand haunted house not long ago, near that unfinished building area in the east of the city.

The bizarre experiences of the past few days had already pushed his nerves to the brink of collapse.

"Thump."

This arrogant medical doctor's mental defenses collapsed, and he slid to the ground, trembling all over.

"Master Lin! Master Lin, save me! I don't want to die!"

At this moment, Zhang Jingtian no longer cared about science or face; he wanted to cling to Lin Ye's leg as if grasping at a lifeline.

"Get out of here."

Ah Biao had long disliked him. He stepped forward, picked Zhang Jingtian up like a chick, and casually tossed him to a few nurses nearby.

"Take him away, he's in the way."

"Ding! Showing off and slapping someone in the face is complete. Your points have increased by 200. Current points: 1650. Title [Ironclad Prediction] has been activated."

The system notification sounded in his ear, but Lin Ye didn't even glance at Zhang Jingtian. He turned to Song Zhenguo and said:

"Old Song, time is of the essence. The yin energy in the ward is almost freezing solid. Take us inside."

Song Zhenguo nodded repeatedly and personally pressed his fingerprint on the combination lock.

With a "click," the heavy door of the special care ward slowly opened.

The moment the door opened, a blast of extremely cold air rushed out.

The lights in the corridor flickered violently a few times before going out completely, leaving only the faint blue light emitted by a few medical instruments in the ward.

Lin Ye stepped into the ward, his gaze instantly locking onto Song Ruobing on the hospital bed.

This once-famous socialite from Jiangzhou City now looked gaunt and her eyes were closed.

Her once beautiful face was now shrouded in a thick layer of black mist, and her brow was tinged with a terrifying bluish-black color.

A thin layer of ice flowers had formed on the walls of the ward.

"It's so cold... Yoko, why is this room like an icebox?"

Wang Pangzi, who followed in, was shivering from the cold and hugged his shoulders tightly with both hands.

Leng Yue and Shuang Xing followed Lin Ye into the ward.

The two women seemed to enjoy the temperature very much.

Froststar sniffed and moved closer to the hospital bed, her heterochromatic eyes fixed on Song Ruobing's brow.

"Brother-in-law."

Shuangxing tugged at Lin Ye's sleeve and pointed her delicate white finger at Song Ruobing.

"It seems like there's a small worm hiding inside this woman's body, constantly emitting a foul, deathly aura. Can I dig it out and eat it?"

Song Zhenguo felt a chill run down his spine. The "digging out" that this little rascal was talking about probably meant physical craniotomy.

Lin Ye flicked Shuangxing's forehead with his finger: "Eating random things will give you diarrhea. Step back, let me take a look."

He walked to the bedside and lifted Song Ruobing's eyelids.

Her pupils were completely dilated, and the whites of her eyes were covered with black blood vessels like spider webs.

This is definitely not a common illness.

Lin Ye took out a blank piece of yellow paper from his bag, bit his index finger, squeezed out a drop of pure yang blood, and placed it on the paper.

Then he stuck the yellow paper on Song Ruobing's forehead.

"Heaven generates water, and earth completes it. Capture the soul and draw the spirit, reveal it!"

Lin Ye rapidly recited the incantation, his sword finger pointing at the center of the yellow paper.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The moment the yellow paper touched the skin, it felt as if it had encountered strong acid, releasing a pungent plume of black smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the drop of pure yang blood spread along the yellow paper, outlining a strange rune mark between Song Ruobing's eyebrows.

The mark looked like a little ghost hanging upside down, with blood streaming from its eyes and a hideous face.

"What...what is this?!"

Song Zhenguo was horrified. How could his granddaughter have a tattoo on her forehead out of nowhere?

Lin Ye's eyes turned completely cold.

He stared intently at the rune, his mind flashing back to Ma San, whom he had instantly killed with a single talisman outside the mental hospital yesterday.

The black wooden plaque in Ma San's hand depicted the same upside-down little devil!

"Mr. Song, your granddaughter has not lost her soul at all; her three souls and seven spirits are all still in her body."

Lin Ye peeled off the charred yellow paper, his tone as cold as iron.

Song Zhenguo was stunned: "It's all inside your body? Then why can't you wake up?"

Lin Ye turned around, looked at everyone in the room, and said, word by word:

"The Dragon-Slaying Curse at the Xishan Ancestral Home is just a smokescreen. The real purpose of the mastermind is to use the overwhelming resentment from the broken dragon vein to conceal the fluctuations of the spell."

"They cast a vicious folk cult spell on Miss Song in this ward, or rather, on her body."

"This is the Yinshan Sect's secret technique—the Soul-Locking Nail!"

Lin Ye pointed to a barely noticeable red needle mark on the back of Song Ruobing's neck.

"The three souls and seven spirits were firmly nailed to the body by the Yinshan secret method, just like locking a living person in an airtight iron coffin."

"And the person behind it all regularly extracts pure Yin energy from Miss Song's body. Once her three souls and seven spirits are completely drained, she will become a top-grade Yin puppet to be used by others!"

Upon hearing this, the entire ward fell into a deathly silence.

Ah Biao clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

Song Zhenguo was so angry that he trembled all over, his eyes burning with boundless rage:

"That Yinshan Sect! I have no grudge against them, why would they do such a cruel thing to my granddaughter!"

"No grudge or enmity? Elder Song, a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

Lin Ye took out the lightning-struck peach wood sword from his backpack and stroked the patterns on the blade with his fingertips.

"Miss Song's birth date and time are probably Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour, right? A pure Yin body is like a rare tonic for those evil Taoists who practice evil magic."

Leng Yue stood aside, her deep red eyes revealing a hint of pity for the weak, but even more so, disdain for such despicable tactics.

She gave a soft, cold snort, and an aura of chill emanated from her, making the already frigid ward even colder.

"My lord, this kind of evil magic is not difficult to break. Just burn the Soul-Locking Nail with pure Yang fire, and the soul will be released."

Leng Yue's voice rang out in the ward, filled with absolute confidence.

Lin Ye nodded: "Breaking the curse is indeed not difficult."

"The key is that once I forcibly remove the Soul-Locking Nails, the person who cast the spell will definitely suffer a backlash and will immediately notice. At that time, we will be in the open while the enemy is in the dark, making it impossible to defend against."

He walked to the window and pulled back the heavy blackout curtains.

Outside the window, the night view of Jiangzhou City is bustling and dazzling, but beneath this prosperity, who knows how much darkness and filth are hidden.

"Since the Yinshan Sect dares to jeopardize the job I, Lin Ye, have taken on..."

Lin Ye suddenly turned around, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and pure yang energy condensed into a ball of crimson fire in his palm.

"Then let's turn the tables and use this Soul-Locking Nail to drag that spellcasting rat out of its burrow and break its bones!"