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

Inside the kitchen in the backyard on the first floor.

Sunlight streamed through the old wooden lattice window and onto the cutting board.

Lin Ye took out a sharp slicing knife and held his breath.

As the blade fell, instead of the soft texture of ordinary fungi, it generated a resistance similar to cutting through tough wood.

Lin Ye channeled a wisp of pure Yang energy onto the blade before slicing it into even slices as thin as cicada wings.

He took out an old-fashioned purple clay medicine pot and filled it with more than half a pot of rootless pure water that he had bought from Master Chen.

Lin Ye poured all the sliced ​​purple Ganoderma lucidum into the jar, and then lit the stove.

Simmer over low heat.

As the water temperature rises, wisps of white steam begin to rise from the purple clay pot.

The white mist lingered and hovered in the air above the kitchen, emitting an extremely rich medicinal aroma.

It simmered for about an hour.

Lin Ye lifted the lid of the jar, and the clear water inside had turned into a dark purple color, as clear as amber.

"The final step."

Without hesitation, he put his left index finger into his mouth and bit the tip hard.

A drop of pure Yang primordial blood, shimmering with a faint golden light, was squeezed out.

Lin Ye flicked his finger, and the drop of true blood fell precisely into the boiling purple clay pot.

"laugh!"

The originally calm medicinal soup began to churn violently the moment pure yang blood was added.

The pure yang energy and the immense vitality of the purple lingzhi mushroom are perfectly integrated.

The original dark purple liquid now had a faint reddish-gold halo.

A deadly allure, enough to drive any evil spirit mad, wafted out through the crack in the kitchen door.

"It smells so good..."

A sound of swallowing saliva came from outside the door.

Lin Ye carried the scalding hot purple clay pot out of the kitchen and came to the glass cabinet in the living room.

Cold Moon and Frost Star were already sitting side by side on a high stool.

The two zombie women were like pets waiting to be fed, their eyes fixed on the medicine jar in Lin Ye's hand.

Even Leng Yue, who usually maintains a cold and dignified image, couldn't help but lean forward slightly at this moment, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

For them, corpse cultivators who are intolerable to heaven and earth.

This spiritual soup, imbued with immense vitality and pure Yang energy, is a supreme celestial dew that cannot be compared to any delicacy in the world…

Meanwhile, at the end of Taiping Old Street.

A young female ghost dressed in a Republic-era student uniform is drifting aimlessly.

She died in the war, and though she harbored little resentment, she wandered aimlessly through this old street for nearly a century.

Just now, an intensely alluring scent, so strong it made her very soul tremble, wafted from the funeral parlor in the middle of the old street.

It was a desire so strong that she would abandon everything and rush over to devour it all.

However, when her gaze passed through the crowd and landed on that ordinary shopfront bathed in sunlight...

What she saw, however, was a terrifying sight that would utterly shatter any ghost.

In her dark eyes, the funeral parlor was not a building at all, but a bottomless, pitch-black vortex.

To the left of the vortex was a boundless sea of ​​blood burning with golden-red karmic flames.

Seated atop the sea of ​​blood was an unparalleled queen whose face was obscured, whose aura was enough to change the very fabric of the world.

To the right of the vortex lies a throne of the underworld, constructed from the bones of millions.

On the throne, a petite figure tilted his head, staring at her with interest through his amber right eye, a greedy smile playing on his lips.

"what!"

The female ghost let out a silent shriek, her soul almost disintegrating on the spot.

She turned around in a panic and fled Taiping Old Street at the fastest speed she had ever traveled, vowing never to set foot near this forbidden area again for all eternity...

Inside the funeral parlor, Lin Ye brought out three small blue-and-white porcelain bowls and poured out the thick medicinal soup evenly.

"Drink it while it's hot, so that all the medicinal power can be refined into your limbs and bones." Lin Ye pushed the two bowls of soup in front of them respectively.

Froststar eagerly picked up the porcelain bowl, ignoring the scalding heat, and stuck out her little pink tongue to lick it frantically.

As soon as the medicine was swallowed, the little girl shuddered violently, and a fine layer of pale blue frost instantly appeared on her exposed skin.

She quickly closed her eyes, sat cross-legged on the high stool, and began to circulate the Netherworld Corpse King's techniques to digest this enormous energy.

Leng Yue, on the other hand, was much more elegant. She held the porcelain bowl in both hands and sipped it slowly.

As the medicinal soup went down her throat, a misty, watery light welled up in her deep red eyes.

The trace of drought demon fire poison that had plagued her for a thousand years was miraculously suppressed to the deepest part of her dantian by the immense vitality of the purple lingzhi mushroom, and could no longer stir up any trouble.

After finishing the last sip of soup, Leng Yue put down the porcelain bowl.

She raised her head, her beautiful cheeks flushed with a captivating blush like the sunset.

She didn't speak, but simply extended her soft, jade-like hand and gently grasped Lin Ye's hand holding the bowl across the counter.

Fingertips intertwined, eyes sparkling.

it is more than words.

"Ding! Daily task completed. Congratulations, host, for successfully brewing a top-quality warm soup. Harem harmony level has increased significantly. Current harmony level: 60. The 'Master Chef' achievement has been unlocked."

The system notification sound flashed through my mind.

Lin Ye smiled and grasped Leng Yue's hand in return.

The sunlight is gentle and peaceful; time seems to stand still in this shop.

In this chaotic world rife with demons and turmoil, this small funeral parlor is their most impregnable fortress.

It was afternoon.

Lin Ye, enjoying a rare moment of leisure, moved a rocking chair to sit in front of the shop and basked in the sun.

He took out talismans and cinnabar from his tactical backpack, preparing to take advantage of his excellent condition to practice the true method of drawing the [Lightning Talisman] that the system had rewarded him with yesterday.

Unfolding the yellow paper, Lin Ye held a purple brush, recalling the complex and mysterious runes in his mind.

"Concentrate your mind and calm your spirit, and draw upon the vital energy of heaven and earth."

The pen tip, dipped in vermilion, was suddenly plunged onto the paper.

Lin Ye's wrist moved swiftly across the yellow paper, like a dragon soaring and a phoenix dancing.

With each stroke, a faint popping sound filled the air.

When the last stroke is completed.

"Buzz!"

A blinding blue arc of electricity flashed across the otherwise ordinary yellow paper.

A chilling aura of destruction emanated from the talisman.

Become!

Lin Ye held the nascent lightning-attracting talisman in his hand, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

With this, the next time I encounter those tough-skinned, vengeful ghosts and zombies, I can just strike them with a few bolts of lightning, saving both time and effort.

Just as Lin Ye was immersed in the joy of making talismans.

Suddenly, the ear-piercing roar of a sports car engine came from the entrance of the alley in Taiping Old Street.

A flashy red Ferrari sports car, like a burning flame, arrogantly stopped in front of the Lin Family Funeral Shop.

The car door slid upwards like scissors.

A wealthy young man dressed in designer casual wear and wearing exaggerated sunglasses strode towards the shop, carrying a large bouquet of bright red roses.

Lin Ye frowned and looked closely.

The person who arrived was none other than Qin Shao, the wealthy young master from Jiangzhou whom they had met once before and who had generously offered a reward of one million.

Qin Shao took off his sunglasses, his face plastered with a fawning smile, and strode up to Lin Ye.

"Master Lin! Oh, my dear Lin, I'm so glad to finally meet you!"

Qin Shao bowed and scraped, then respectfully handed over the large bouquet of roses in his hand, his eyes constantly glancing into the shop.

"Master, last time at the old house on Linjiang Road, thanks to your wife's slap, that evil spirit was shattered. I've been feeling really bad about it ever since, so I've prepared a small gift today to thank her in person..."

Lin Ye's face instantly darkened.

He didn't reach out to take the bouquet of roses, but slowly stood up, staring at Qin Shao with eyes as sharp as knives.

This kid's got some nerve.

They've set their sights on Lin Ye's thousand-year-old female zombie?