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

"System, are you forcing me to become a charlatan?! I choose C!"

The fat man had already stepped onto the wooden stairs to the second floor.

Lin Ye's eyes sharpened, and he instantly mobilized the last bit of pure Yang energy in his body, gathering it in his right palm.

He suddenly stepped forward and slapped the fat man on the shoulder.

"Ouch! It's so hot!"

The fat man screamed from the scalding heat of pure yang energy and almost tumbled down the stairs.

He looked at Lin Ye in horror: "Ye Zi, why are your hands like branding irons?!"

Lin Ye adopted a serious expression, staring intently at the fat man's forehead. He lowered his voice and spoke in a mysterious tone:

"Fatty, have you been to some unclean place lately? Your forehead looks dark, and your yang energy seems to be waning."

"I've set up the 'Celestial Dipper Exorcising Array' on this second floor. You're shrouded in bad luck; if you take one more step up, the array will activate, and you'll surely suffer a bloody disaster!"

The fat man was completely taken aback by Lin Ye's half-serious, half-fake demeanor.

Adding to that, he had indeed felt the room was eerily cold, and his shoulder had been burned, so he immediately chickened out.

"Gulp."

The fat man swallowed hard and went down the stairs.

"Yoko, don't scare me. I haven't gone anywhere these past few days...!"

"Nonsense! Have you forgotten what my grandfather did? I've lived with him since I was a child, so I've learned most of his skills." Lin Ye said in a deliberately profound tone.

"I certainly know about my grandfather's skills, but I really haven't been able to... Oh, right!"

The fat man was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly slapped his thigh, as if he had remembered something.

His expression changed, and he spoke again:

"Although I didn't go to any unclean places, my rich second-generation friend, Young Master Qin! He seems to be possessed by an evil spirit lately!"

Hearing this, Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief, having successfully diverted his attention.

He walked to the counter, poured two cups of goji berry tea, and said, "Sit down and tell me what happened?"

The fat man pulled up a chair, sat down, took a sip of tea to calm his nerves, and said mysteriously:

"You remember Young Master Qin? He's the sucker who drove his supercar to our school to pick up the female students last time."

"He bought an old house from the late Qing Dynasty on Linjiang Road in the old city about two weeks ago, intending to turn it into a private club."

"On the very first day the renovation team arrived, they unearthed a piece of rotten wood stained with blood. Young Master Qin didn't think much of it and had it thrown away. But the next day... hey! Guess what?"

"Enough with the nonsense. Do you think you're a storyteller?" Lin Ye lightly tapped the fat man on the back of the head.

The fat man chuckled and scratched his head:

"I was just trying to lighten the mood, wasn't I? Anyway, I heard that the contractor fell off the scaffolding the next day and broke his leg. On the third day, when Qin Shao went to see the site himself, he felt a chill down his neck as soon as he entered the door. After returning, he developed a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius and dreamed every night of a woman in red crying in a well."

The fat man leaned closer to Lin Ye and rubbed his hands together:

"The Qin family hired several monks and Taoist priests to chant scriptures, but it was all to no avail. Ye Zi, your funeral shop is a family business, your grandfather must have taught you a lot of real skills, right? If you can settle this matter, Young Master Qin, name your price: 500,000!"

After listening, Lin Ye did not immediately respond, but instead tapped lightly on the counter with his fingers.

According to the theories of feng shui and numerology, finding blood-stained wood in an old house is considered extremely unlucky.

"The old house on Linjiang Road?"

Lin Ye mentally reviewed the terrain of Jiangzhou City before speaking.

"The terrain there is low-lying, shady, and faces water. According to the theory of Qi in the Eight Mansions Mirror, if the door faces northwest, it is called 'Xuanwu entering the water, Yin Qi flowing backward'."

"Furthermore, the discovery of blood-stained wood suggests that this is not just a simple case of being haunted, but rather an ominous situation caused by the 'Broken Army Pressing Down on the Acupoint' formation."

A string of professional metaphysical terms came out of Lin Ye's mouth, leaving the fat man stunned and his eyes lighting up:

"Holy crap, Ye Zi, you're amazing! Your vocabulary is so smooth! So, are you taking this job?"

Lin Ye glanced at the empty refrigerator and sighed inwardly.

The two female zombies consume a great deal of energy daily. Although they don't need to eat, if they don't absorb his yang energy, they need extremely old medicinal herbs to stabilize their corpse energy.

His funeral arrangements are so expensive he's almost starving.

"Okay. Tell Young Master Qin that I will personally go to his house tonight at midnight, which is 11 p.m.," Lin Ye decided.

"Alright! Bro, I'm counting on you to make me rich!"

The fat man was all smiles, but he didn't dare linger, afraid of getting tainted by the shop's "bad luck," and hurriedly ran off to contact Young Master Qin.

After seeing the fat man off, Lin Ye closed the roller shutter door.

Next, it's time to serve those two ladies upstairs...

Lin Ye walked into the kitchen and took out a porcelain bowl from the cupboard.

He bit his newly healed index finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood containing pure yang energy, and mixed them into a small bowl of warm water.

Then, he added a few slices of very old wild ginseng and simmered them into a small bowl of "medicinal soup" that emitted a strange and refreshing fragrance.

He carried the bowl upstairs to the second floor.

The wardrobe door opened by itself without any wind, and Leng Yue's tall figure slowly floated out.

Almost simultaneously, the refrigerator door downstairs was also pushed open, and Shuangxing, with her white little feet, ran upstairs.

"It smells so good..."

Froststar's heterochromatic eyes sparkled as she stared at the bowl in Lin Ye's hand, like a kitten that had smelled fish. She grabbed Lin Ye's waist and stood on tiptoe to reach for it.

"Don't worry, we have them all."

Lin Ye sat down on the edge of the bed.

Leng Yue also walked over silently, without acting coquettishly like Shuang Xing, but her deep red eyes also shone with an instinctive desire for pure yang blood.

"You go first."

Lin Ye scooped up a spoonful of bloody soup with a small spoon and brought it to Leng Yue's lips.

Leng Yue was slightly taken aback, seemingly extremely unfamiliar with this method of "feeding".

She is a high and mighty thousand-year-old red beast, and she has always been the one to plunder others.

"What are you standing there for? Open your mouth, or the medicine will take effect," Lin Ye urged.

Leng Yue hesitated for half a second, but finally lowered her proud head slightly, opened her cool and soft red lips, and put the spoonful of medicine into her mouth.

When the warmth of his fingertips and the spoon handle inadvertently touched her lips, Lin Ye clearly saw that the aloof and sophisticated woman's eyelashes trembled violently.

The warm, yang blood slid down her throat, accompanied by a seductive swallowing sound.

"Um……"

Leng Yue couldn't help but let out a soft hum, and a charming blush quickly rose on her originally pale cheeks.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Ye, her gaze a mixture of millennia of aloofness and a hint of shyness.

"Thank you... sir."

"My brother-in-law is biased! I want to be fed too!"

Froststar was so anxious she was jumping up and down.

She simply straddled Lin Ye's lap, holding his right hand that was holding the spoon in her two small hands, and eagerly leaned in.

Moreover, she couldn't wait to use the spoon and stuck out her pink little tongue.

He licked the tip of Lin Ye's blood-stained index finger hard.

As she licked it, she stared intently at Lin Ye with her large, watery, heterochromatic eyes, mumbling indistinctly:

"My lord's taste... is the best. I must feed Shuangxing every day from now on..."

Lin Ye leaned against the headboard, holding a bowl in his left hand while his right hand was being licked by a yandere loli.

Standing in front of them was a cold, aloof red beast with a slightly flushed face.

Listening to the pattering rain outside the window, he gave a bitter smile.

"Five hundred thousand, five hundred thousand... If I don't close this deal tonight, I'm afraid these two ladies will really drain me dry."

[Ding! Daily task completed. Harem harmony +5. Current harmony: 10.]

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