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

Meanwhile, inside an abandoned air-raid shelter on the outskirts of Jiangzhou City.

The place was damp and cold, and the cave walls were covered with dark green moss.

A clearing has been created deep inside the air-raid shelter.

In the very center was a white bone altar made of several skulls.

Two ghastly green candles made of corpse oil burned on the altar, their light flickering.

A gaunt man dressed in a black robe, with a bright green centipede tattooed on his left cheek, sat cross-legged in front of the altar.

He was holding a small straw figure in his hand.

A black thread was wrapped around the little figure.

This man's name was Ma Si, and he was Ghost Hand Seven's junior brother.

They are both peripheral elders of the Yinshan Sect.

"Senior brother! Senior brother, you've been in Jiangzhou City for so many years, and you were actually killed by a mere brat with a single lightning spell. You've truly disgraced the Yinshan Sect." Ma Si muttered to himself sinisterly.

He closed his eyes, his hands constantly changing hand seals, guiding the black thread in his hands.

"Once I, this wandering corpse, have figured out that brat's background, at midnight tonight, I will unleash the [Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Formation] to raze that funeral parlor to the ground and capture his soul to be buried with you!"

Time passed second by second.

A series of slow, sticky footsteps came from outside the air-raid shelter.

Ma Si opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashing in them.

"I'm back."

At the entrance, the walking corpse, wearing a tattered raincoat, stiffly stepped into the air-raid shelter, carrying a pair of paper-mache children.

Ma Si watched as the walking corpse returned unharmed, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"As expected, he's just a blustering good-for-nothing. If he truly possessed extraordinary abilities, how could he have let my walking corpse leave alive? It seems that last night's heavenly lightning was nothing more than him borrowing some kind of one-time powerful treasure."

Ma Si stood up and swaggered toward the walking corpse.

He reached out to take the paper figures, preparing to carefully examine whether they retained any trace of Lin Ye's presence.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the paper figure.

The two corpse oil candles on the altar, which had burned eternally for years, suddenly burst into a blinding burst of sparks and went out instantly!

Ma Si's heart clenched suddenly, an unprecedented sense of life-or-death crisis gnawing at his nerves.

He looked down.

The paper-mache boy and girl, who were originally lifeless, suddenly burst forth with dazzling light from the red-gold ink dots in their eyes!

The lightning-attracting talisman array hidden in the paper figure's chest and abdomen was fully activated after sensing the pull of the dense yin energy from the altar.

"This...this is Pure Yang Thunder Pattern?! No!!!"

Ma Si's agonizing scream had just escaped his throat.

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening roar erupted inside the narrow air-raid shelter.

The compressed pure yang energy, mixed with Taoist thunder magic, was like a high-explosive bomb, pouring out in less than half a meter in front of Ma Si.

The violent arcs of lightning instantly tore the walking corpse into a bloody pulp.

A terrifying shockwave, carrying with it the intense heat of flames, slammed into Ma Si's chest.

His proud protective Yin energy couldn't even last a second, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the white bone altar.

The altar shattered, and bone fragments scattered everywhere.

This is not over yet!

The lightning and fire raged wildly in the enclosed space, burning the surrounding moss and filth to ashes.

Ma Si collapsed in the ruins, his body charred black, gushing out mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Most of his left cheek, which was tattooed with a centipede, was burned away, revealing the stark white bone, making him look extremely pitiful.

"Lin Ye... Taiping Old Street..."

Ma Si's eyes were filled with deep-seated resentment and bone-deep fear.

He gripped a shattered bone fragment tightly, and with his last breath, drew a blood-red communication rune on the ground.

He knew he was going to die; the tyrannical thunder and fire had destroyed his heart meridian.

Before his death, he had to transmit information about this terrifying enemy back to the true headquarters of the Yinshan Sect.

A flash of blood, and the rune disappeared into the ground.

Ma Si's head lolled to the side, and he was completely dead.

……

Taiping Old Street, Jiangzhou City.

The rain outside gradually subsided, the dark clouds dispersed, and a pale ray of light appeared.

Inside the main hall of the funeral parlor.

Lin Ye was leaning back in his armchair, resting with his eyes closed, when a clear system announcement suddenly came from his mind.

"Ding! Daily task completed. Congratulations, host, for successfully killing an outer elder of the Yinshan Sect using the Paper Doll Thunderstorm! Official Points +300, Current Points: 3150. Talisman Mastery greatly improved."

"Warning: The enemy sent a bloodline message before dying, and the core members of the Yinshan Sect have listed you as a kill target. A storm is brewing; please increase your strength as soon as possible!"

Lin Ye still had a smile on his lips when he heard the first half of it.

Upon hearing the second half, he slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Killing an outer elder has incurred the wrath of the entire core group.

This deal may seem like a loss, but it was actually unavoidable.

Once these mad dogs practicing evil magic have their eyes on their prey, backing down will only hasten their demise.

"It seems we need to find an opportunity to completely eliminate these hidden dangers."

Lin Ye tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, secretly making plans.

"Yoko! Yoko, open the door!"

Wang Pangzi's signature loud voice came from outside the door.

Accompanied by the deafening noise of the rolling shutter door being slammed, the fat man rolled into the shop like a ball of flesh.

He was carrying two huge plastic bags filled with various fresh ingredients and a brand-new hot pot.

"Rainy days are perfect for hot pot! I specially went to Old Zhao's to buy freshly sliced ​​beef tenderloin and premium tripe. My brother and I will have a couple of bites for lunch today!"

The fat man slammed the plastic bag down on the octagonal table, shaking off the rain while shouting loudly.

Upon hearing the noise, Froststar leaped down from the second-floor stair railing and landed steadily on the sofa.

The little girl peeked into the plastic bag at the raw meat, then wrinkled her little nose in disgust.

"Fatty brother, the meat you brought back has no bloody taste at all, it tastes awful."

"Oh my goodness, this is top-quality beef that cost me several hundred yuan! Boiled and dipped in satay sauce, it's absolutely delicious!"

Knowing the little girl's terrifying fighting power, the fat man quickly offered a fawning explanation.

Leng Yue came out of the inner room, took the ingredients from the fat man's hand, and headed to the kitchen in the backyard to prepare for washing.

Looking at this scene full of everyday life, Lin Ye felt the murderous aura brought by the Yinshan Sect vanish completely.

He stood up and went to the table to help set out the dishes.

"Fatty, your hotpot has come at just the right time."

Lin Ye patted the fat man on the shoulder, his tone relaxed.

"After you finish this good meal, run me an errand this afternoon."

"No problem! Yezi, you say the word, and I'll go through fire and water. Where to?"

The fat man patted his chest and assured him.

"Go to the antique street and find Master Chen."

Lin Ye's gaze darkened slightly, a deep calculation flashing in his eyes.

"Just tell him that I have a few pieces of top-grade Netherworld ore that I brought from the City of the Wrongfully Dead, and ask him if he has any connections to help me find out where the Yinshan Sect is located in Jiangnan Province."

The fat man paused in his cutting motion, his face turning pale instantly, but seeing Lin Ye's resolute expression, he finally gritted his teeth.

"Okay! I'll get on it after I finish eating!"

The hot pot broth simmered on a small red clay stove, the spicy aroma of butter mingling with the sweet scent of tomatoes and mushrooms, filling the entire funeral parlor.

The autumn wind outside the door carried a hint of desolation.

Inside the door, the hot pot was bubbling with the most genuine human warmth.