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

Once the option was presented, Lin Ye felt much more at ease.

While violent solutions may feel satisfying, in the realm of metaphysics, causal contracts are the most troublesome.

It's easy to physically exonerate the driver, but to save Lin Xiaoxiao's life, that messy situation must be cleared up from the rules.

I choose C.

With his mind made up, Lin Ye patted the fat man on the shoulder to reassure him.

Then, he took steady steps across the aisle and walked alone to the faceless driver at the front of the carriage.

They were just one step away from the driver.

The foul, rotten steam almost touched Lin Ye's face.

The faceless driver's smooth face remained completely still, but the floating, illusory roster was slowly pushed in front of Lin Ye.

"Hand over...someone..."

The hoarse voice urged again.

Lin Ye sneered, his eyes revealing an arrogant and sinister air.

"Hand over the person? The person I, Lin Ye of Taiping Street, want to protect is someone even the King of Hell would think twice about. You, a wandering ghost driving an unlicensed taxi, dare to ask me for someone?"

Lin Ye flipped his right hand and took out the fragment of the Soul-Fixing Mirror that he had found in the ruins of the Ghost Market from his pocket.

The moment this palm-sized, rust-covered Bagua mirror appeared, the resentment in the carriage subtly subsided.

Without hesitation, Lin Ye lowered his head and bit his left index finger, drawing blood.

Fresh blood, imbued with a strong, pure Yang essence, gushed forth.

He used blood instead of ink to swiftly draw a "sky-covering, sun-obscuring, and qi-concealing talisman" on the broken mirror surface.

"The Supreme Decree, a deception that deceives heaven and earth, reverses yin and yang, leaving no trace!"

As the incantation was finished, Lin Ye abruptly flipped the Soul-Fixing Mirror, which was stained with pure Yang blood, so that the mirror surface was directly aligned with the illusory register of life and death.

A beam of dark golden light shot out from the broken mirror and struck the three bloody characters "Lin Xiaoxiao" precisely.

A wonderful chemical reaction occurred.

Under this special light, the three originally bright and dazzling blood characters began to melt away rapidly, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

In just two or three seconds, that page on the roster became completely blank.

The scapegoat mark has been forcibly erased!

The faceless driver's smooth facial skin suddenly twitched violently, as if something was about to break free from beneath the skin.

It sensed the loss of its prey, and a surge of violent rage instantly swept through the entire carriage.

The lights inside the carriage turned blood red, and countless pale handprints appeared on the windows, as if someone had been banging on them.

"Who gave you the guts to throw a tantrum in front of me?"

Lin Ye didn't give it a chance to unleash its power.

He did not retreat, but instead slammed the lightning-struck peach wood sword heavily onto the carriage floor.

At the same time.

Leng Yue, who had been standing quietly in the back row, slightly raised her delicate chin.

Her deep red eyes instantly turned into a dazzling golden-red.

The terrifying pressure of the half-step drought demon, without any restraint, swept over the driver's seat.

"boom!"

An invisible shockwave exploded inside the carriage.

The violent resentment that the faceless driver had just gathered instantly dissipated before this overwhelming pressure that surpassed all ghosts.

Its bulky body trembled violently, and its head, which had been turned 180 degrees backward, made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds before turning back to its normal driving posture.

It chickened out.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

Lin Ye put away the fragments of the Soul-Stabilizing Mirror, took out three pieces of yellow paper with cinnabar runes drawn on them from his pocket, and casually slapped them onto the coin box.

"I'm taking the person with me. These three Pure Yang Suppressing Talismans are just toll money; they'll be enough for you to live a carefree life down there for a while."

The voice just fell.

"laugh!"

The front door of the bus opened with a click.

Outside the door, there was no longer mist, but the familiar abandoned platform in the northern suburbs of Jiangzhou City.

In the distance, a faint tinge of dawn was beginning to appear on the eastern horizon.

Dawn is approaching.

Lin Ye turned around and waved to the back row: "Get out of the car, go home and sleep."

The fat man felt like he had been granted a pardon, and he grabbed the boning knife and scrambled out of the car.

Lengyue and Shuangxing followed Lin Ye with leisurely steps, stepping onto the solid asphalt road.

The four of them had barely settled down when the dilapidated No. 404 bus impatiently slammed its doors shut.

The engine let out a terrifying roar, and the car quickly disappeared into the dissipating morning mist, leaving no trace.

"He's...he's alive!"

Fatty Wang slumped down on the dew-covered curb, breathing in the crisp morning air.

He glanced at the butcher knife in his arms, then at the tall and upright Lin Ye in front of him, and his eyes even reddened a little.

"Ye Zi, I can't thank you enough. From now on, my life, Wang Pangzi's life, belongs to you. I'll do whatever you say, east or west!"

Lin Ye walked over and kicked the fat man:

"Stop being so sentimental, hurry up and grab a couple of shared bikes from the roadside. This is the middle of nowhere, there's not a soul in sight, we can't possibly walk all the way back to the city."

……

Eight o'clock in the morning, Taiping Old Street.

The rising sun bathed the entire old street in a warm golden light.

The breakfast vendors had already set up their steaming steamers, and the aroma of soy milk and fried dough sticks filled the air.

The second floor of the funeral parlor.

Lin Xiaoxiao lay on the single bed in the center of the formation and slowly opened her eyes.

She sat up blankly and touched her neck.

The burning, stinging sensation had completely disappeared. When I looked in the mirror, the black mark was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother! Boss Lin!"

Lin Xiaoxiao rushed down the stairs and saw everyone having breakfast in the lobby. She was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Alright, alright, it's good that everyone's alright."

Fatty Wang slipped a fried dough stick into his sister's hand.

"Eat quickly, then go back to school. Don't wander around outside at night these next few days."

After seeing off the profusely grateful Lin Xiaoxiao, the funeral parlor returned to its slow-paced tranquility.

Lin Ye sat behind the glass counter, a bowl of steaming wontons in front of him.

Leng Yue sat beside him, holding a cup of warm ginseng tea in her hands.

The morning sunlight streamed through the glass door, casting a soft glow on her long, silvery-white hair.

She watched Lin Ye eat quietly, her eyes revealing a serene tranquility.

Shuangxing lay down in front of the brand-new double-door refrigerator, holding a rag in her hand, carefully wiping the refrigerator's exterior.

Humming an unknown tune, he was clearly extremely satisfied with his new "bedroom".

Lin Ye finished the last bite of wonton and put down his spoon.

He laid out the spoils he had collected last night on the counter.

Three black ores containing pure underworld energy, and the [Soul-Stabilizing Mirror Fragment] that had made a great contribution.

"Leng Yue, take these Netherworld ores later and bury them in the Yin Gathering Array's eye in the backyard. They will greatly increase the array's gathering speed." Lin Ye pushed the ores over.

Leng Yue nodded slightly and put the ore into her sleeve.

Lin Ye then picked up the fragment of the Soul-Stabilizing Mirror and examined it carefully in his hand.

Although this thing is incomplete, its ability to conceal vital energy and erase contracts at crucial moments is nothing short of divine.

If a master can be found to repair it, it will surely become a rare and exquisite Xuan-grade magic weapon.

"My lord."

Leng Yue picked up the teacup and handed it to Lin Ye, speaking softly:

"Last night, the outer wall of that city of the unjustly dead was filled with an aura of death far beyond imagination. I had a faint feeling that something behind the city gate was calling to my very essence. Once I have fully entered the realm of the drought demon, I will definitely go with you to explore it again."

Lin Ye took the teacup, took a sip, and gazed into the distance.

The wave of spiritual revival has only just begun, and even fragments of the underworld have already appeared in the world.

The secrets hidden in this world are far greater than he imagined.

"No rush."

Lin Ye leaned back in his chair, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

"You have to eat one bite at a time, and fight monsters one by one. The most important thing right now is to get your money's worth from sleeping in that three-meter-wide bed."

Upon hearing this, two blushes instantly appeared on Leng Yue's cool and beautiful face.

She gave Lin Ye a reproachful look, then turned her head away, leaving only a charming profile.

"Ring ring!"

At that moment, the sound of wind chimes came from outside the shop's glass door.

Lin Ye subconsciously looked up, but the area outside the door was empty; there was hardly anyone there.

But he keenly noticed that in the reflection of the glass door, there seemed to be a bulky figure standing behind him, wearing an old uniform.

He turned around abruptly, and behind him, apart from Froststar who was wiping the refrigerator with a blank expression, there was no one else.

He turned his head to look at the glass door again. The phantom had disappeared, but a small patch of condensed water vapor remained on the glass where the figure had stood. The water vapor vaguely formed an ancient seal script symbol.

Lin Ye's pupils contracted slightly; the symbol was exactly the same as the text on the gate of the City of the Unjustly Dead.

It seems that although the journey home was a successful escape, certain consequences have quietly taken root in this peaceful old street along with the chilly morning breeze.