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

Lin Ye's movements were a little clumsy at first, but he quickly softened his strength.

He gently rubbed Leng Yue's silver hair through the towel.

With each press, the remaining yang energy in his palm would seep into Leng Yue's hair through the towel.

For Lengyue, who is perpetually in a place of extreme yin, this touch, carrying the scalding heat of a living person, is an experience she has never had before in a thousand years.

At first, she instinctively tensed her back, like a wild beast ready to pounce and hurt someone at any moment.

Gradually, under Lin Ye's patient and gentle wiping, that unbreakable defense slowly crumbled.

Lin Ye's fingers would occasionally brush against her cool nape and delicate earlobe.

The sensation, like an electric current running through ice, made Leng Yue let out a soft gasp.

Her originally straight back relaxed slightly, leaning back half an inch and lightly touching Lin Ye's lower abdomen.

In those deep red eyes, all the killing intent and coldness had been gone for once. With their eyes half-closed, a trace of gentleness, as if a thousand years of loneliness had been melted away, was revealed.

"Is it comfortable?"

Lin Ye asked softly while wiping his astonishingly long hair.

"Um……"

Leng Yue didn't turn around, but simply responded softly.

At that moment, she wasn't the infamous Red Hou; she really looked like a newlywed bride.

"My brother-in-law is biased! I want to wipe it too!"

Froststar, who was clinging to Lin Ye's arm, was not happy. Her heterochromatic eyes were full of jealousy, and she opened her small mouth to bite Lin Ye's wrist.

"What's the rush? Get in line!"

Lin Ye ruffled the little girl's hair in an annoyed manner, then plugged in the hairdryer.

"Buzz!"

With a loud bang, the hairdryer emitted a burst of hot air.

"What kind of hidden weapon?!"

Leng Yue suddenly opened her eyes, her red eyes blazing with murderous intent.

She instinctively reached back and gripped the hairdryer casing with incredible speed.

If Lin Ye hadn't quickly stopped her, the hair dryer that had been with him for three years would probably have been reduced to a pile of plastic scraps.

"Calm down! My wife, calm down!"

Lin Ye was startled.

"This isn't a hidden weapon, it's called a hair dryer, a modern-day magic tool! It's used to dry hair and won't hurt anyone!"

"A hair dryer...?"

Leng Yue looked at the plastic lump in her hand that made strange noises but exhaled warm air, her eyes flashing with confusion and curiosity.

This unexpected cuteness is just like a fierce female leopard seeing a cat toy for the first time.

In her thousand-year memory, anything that could make sounds and breathe fire and smoke was either a Taoist magic weapon or a mechanical tiger on the battlefield.

She extended a finger, as white as carved jade, and cautiously, with a hint of hesitation, touched the air outlet of the hair dryer.

The fiery breeze swept across her fingertips, and she abruptly withdrew her hand, her deep red eyes filled with vigilance and absurdity.

"This object has neither flowing runes nor fluctuations of spiritual energy, yet it can generate fire essence out of thin air?"

"And the sound is so loud, like a cacophony of bees. Could it be that some kind of lightning-type spirit is imprisoned within?"

She circled the hairdryer halfway around, even trying to use her divine sense to investigate the constantly spinning motor.

"My sister is such an old-fashioned person."

Froststar knelt on the bed, patting the wet ends of her hair as she mocked.

"In your world, magical artifacts don't need incantations. Just stick them into that strange hole in the wall, and you can borrow the power of the Five Thunders."

"Look, this mythical beast called 'Philips' breathes fire that's much more comfortable than your Red Lotus Karmic Fire. It's warm and cozy."

As Froststar spoke, she even boldly leaned closer, took a deep breath of the hot, scorching air that smelled of electric sparks, and revealed an expression of ecstasy.

Seeing this, Leng Yue's doubts lessened considerably.

She straightened her back again, tilted her head slightly, and glanced out the window, her tone stiff as she commanded:

"Then... let's continue. My lord, don't stop. I want to see just how mysterious this modern magical artifact is."

"OK."

Lin Ye aimed the hairdryer at Shuangxing's slightly damp Lolita skirt.

As the warm breeze blew, Froststar squinted comfortably, whimpering like a ragdoll cat being stroked: "Wow, what a warm breeze! My lord's magic weapon is amazing!"

Leng Yue silently withdrew her hand, forcing a calm cough: "Just a strange trick. But... it's worth a try."

Over the next half hour, a bizarre yet strangely heartwarming scene unfolded in the bedroom.

A young man, depleted of yang energy, patiently combed the hair of two peerless female zombies, whose combined age exceeded a thousand years, with a wooden comb costing a dozen yuan and an old hair dryer in his hand.

The hot wind dispersed the moisture and yin energy from their bodies, filling the entire room with that pleasant, cool fragrance.

When the last strand of silver hair was dried, Lin Ye let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if his old back was about to break.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Just then, Lin Ye's old, domestically made mobile phone, which he had placed on his bedside table, suddenly vibrated.

In the middle of this rainy night, the sudden ringing of the phone sounded particularly jarring.

Cold Moon and Frost Star turned their heads at the same time, staring intently at the glowing little cube with the icy gaze one would give an enemy.

Lin Ye picked up the phone and saw three large characters flashing on the screen: [Wang Pangzi].

Wang Pangzi, whose real name is Wang Defa, was Lin Ye's best roommate for four years at university.

More importantly, this fat man came from a wealthy family and happened to be the landlord of the rental properties on the street next to Lin Ye's house. He had often helped Lin Ye out, and the two had a very close relationship.

"Hey, Fatty, what kind of ghost-summoning is this in the middle of the night?"

Lin Ye pressed the answer button and said irritably.

Wang Pangzi's lewd and gossipy voice immediately came from the other end of the phone:

"Ye Zi! Damn, you've been hiding something! I just got up to pee and passed by the alley behind your shop. I heard a buzzing sound coming from your second floor, and I could hear women's voices! And more than one!"

Wang Pangzi's voice was extremely loud, as if it were an amplifier in the quiet room.

"I vaguely heard something like 'The magical artifact is so powerful' or 'Does it feel good?'..."

"Holy crap, your funeral parlor business has expanded into prostitution? Or have you finally figured things out and brought your wife home? Wait, the sounds are definitely a threesome!"

Lin Ye's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

What else could that fatso have in his head besides that lewd nonsense?

But he didn't even have a chance to start cursing.

Leng Yue, who had been listening quietly to the phone, suddenly leaned closer to the microphone.

She stared at the glowing screen, a chilling killing intent, the kind that belonged to a red serpent, flashing in her deep crimson eyes. Her tone was as cold as an abyss:

"What kind of monster dares to imprison a human voice in this tiny iron box? Release them immediately, or die!"

There was an instant, deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

A full five seconds passed.

"Beep beep beep..."

With the speed of someone who'd been single for 24 years, Fatty Wang frantically hung up the phone.

Lin Ye looked at the phone that had been hung up, then at Leng Yue next to him who had a "I've dealt with the devil for you" look on her face, and at Shuang Xing who was grinning and showing her little tiger teeth, her face full of the desire to stir up trouble.

He covered his face in anguish.

Damn it, how am I going to get through tomorrow?