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

The blinding sunlight pierced through the gap in the curtains and shone precisely onto the wooden floor of the bedroom.

Tiny dust particles suspended in the air slowly tumbled within the beam of light.

Lin Ye comforted Leng Yue and slowly exhaled a breath of warm air.

His limbs were filled with an explosive sense of power. He stretched his limbs slightly, and his joints immediately made a crisp popping sound.

The old cell phone on the bedside table was vibrating incessantly at a frantic frequency.

Lin Ye reached out and grabbed the phone, then tapped the screen.

A series of glaring text message notifications popped up, all from Jiangzhou Commercial Bank, indicating that large sums of money had been deposited into their accounts.

[Jiangzhou Commercial Bank: RMB 12,000,000.00 has been transferred to your account ending in 7788.]

[Jiangzhou Commercial Bank: RMB 12,000,000.00 has been transferred to your account ending in 7788.]

……

There were seven short messages in total, all neatly arranged.

Each one has eight zeros.

Last night, at the Blood Soul Symbiotic Array at the paper mill in Blackwater Town, the group of Jiangzhou's top tycoons whom he had casually rescued were surprisingly efficient.

Just as dawn broke, the 80 million "life-saving money" was deposited into his private account without missing a single penny.

Including the final payment settled by the Song family earlier, Lin Ye's available balance officially exceeded 100 million yuan.

He stared at the long string of numbers, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

In this world where demons roam freely, only those with food in their pockets can feel at ease.

When Taoist practitioners draw talismans and set up formations, they all need to spend money to buy top-grade cinnabar and century-old medicine.

Without money, even the daily supplements for the two great ladies, Lengyue and Shuangxing, couldn't be sustained.

A faint rustling sound of fabric came from beside me.

Leng Yue lay on her side, her dark gray silk robe loosely draped over her body.

Her neckline was open, and a large expanse of fair, smooth skin entered Lin Ye's field of vision.

Her deep red eyes were already open, and she was quietly watching the light on Lin Ye's phone screen.

"My lord, are these square characters the goods circulating in the mortal world?"

Her voice was clear and cool, with a languid quality as if she had just woken up, and the cool fragrance of the red spider lily wafted straight into Lin Ye's nostrils.

Lin Ye rolled over and lay facing her: "Not bad! The more numbers we have, the more rare and precious materials we can buy."

"With this money, I plan to renovate the backyard and build you a quiet room specifically for secluded cultivation."

Leng Yue's red lips curved slightly, and a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes.

She extended her cool fingertips and gently traced circles on Lin Ye's firm chest, feeling the vigorous and powerful yang heartbeat.

"Bang!"

The wooden door to the bedroom was kicked open.

Froststar swaggered in, wearing an oversized Pikachu T-shirt and slippers.

The little girl was carrying a stainless steel basin containing several pieces of frozen duck blood tofu.

"Brother-in-law! This red tofu has absolutely no flavor; it's just full of ice crystals when you chew it!"

She puffed out her cheeks, her heterochromatic eyes filled with disdain, and threw the stainless steel basin directly onto the floor.

The little girl darted to the bedside, opened her arms and threw herself into Lin Ye's arms, her two sharp little tiger teeth aimed straight at his collarbone.

"Froststar wants something hot!"

Lin Ye reacted swiftly, grabbing the back of her neck and forcibly lifting the raging Netherworld Corpse King into the air.

"Don't drink blood drinks so early in the morning, it's easy to have indigestion. Let's go downstairs and have a good meal today."

As he spoke, Lin Ye put on black work pants and a cotton T-shirt, and walked up the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

The roller shutter door had already been opened.

Fatty Wang was sitting at the octagonal table, taking a big bite of a golden and crispy fried dough stick. In front of him were several cups of steaming freshly ground soy milk, and next to him was a bulging brown paper file folder.

Seeing Lin Ye come downstairs, the fat man quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and gulped down a mouthful of soy milk.

"Ye Zi, you've really stirred up trouble in Jiangzhou this time!"

The fat man lowered his voice and mysteriously beckoned Lin Ye to sit down.

He grabbed the file folder on the table and poured several printed documents onto it.

"Last night, the Ninth Bureau came in to clean up the place, turning the paper mill in Blackwater Town upside down. Those rich businessmen were rushed to a private hospital overnight and just regained their senses this morning. We've already arranged for the finance department to transfer the money to you."

"Now the whole upper class in Jiangzhou is talking about how a living deity who can summon wind and rain lives hidden in Taiping Old Street!"

As the fat man finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he pushed one of the documents in front of Lin Ye.

"Several bosses have paid upfront, but this bastard is planning to renege on his debt."

Lin Ye's gaze swept over the documents.

The photo in the upper right corner is of a middle-aged bald man with a fleshy face and a bloated appearance.

Next to him was his identification information: Liu Dachang, Chairman of Hengyuan Real Estate Group.

"Liu Dachang is a notorious local bully in Jiangzhou. He made his fortune through forced demolitions and shady businesses."

The fat man slammed his fist on the table in indignation.

"He sent his assistant to call me this morning, saying that he was poisoned by the Yinshan Sect's hallucinogenic gas at the paper mill last night and doesn't remember agreeing to pay ten million for his life. He accused you of being a charlatan taking advantage of my misfortune and said he wouldn't pay a single penny!"

Lin Ye picked up a cup of soy milk and slowly took a sip.

The warm, sweet syrup slid into his stomach, but his expression remained completely unchanged.

"What else did he say?"

The fat man gritted his teeth: "That bastard is incredibly arrogant."

"He said he had hired a black-clad Ajarn specializing in black magic from Southeast Asia overnight to protect you. If you dared to come to collect your debts, he would have the Ajarn perform a ritual to turn you into a demon!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye laughed in anger.

Having witnessed his abilities last night, he still insists on doing this. I don't know if he's genuinely stupid or just pretending.

Moreover, those in the Xuanmen (Taoist) sect place great importance on cause and effect.

The money made to buy one's life in a desperate situation is a life-and-death contract engraved on the laws of heaven.

Liu Dachang's attempt to evade this karma by relying on his measly money and Southeast Asian sorcery is simply a case of him having too much time on his hands.

Just then, a blur of light appeared in front of my retina, and the system's metallic voice, tinged with schadenfreude, cut in on the battlefield right on time.

"Ding! System notification: A reckless real estate developer has been detected openly breaching a life-or-death contract and challenging the orthodox Xuanmen sect. Please finalize a debt collection plan within three minutes and let this debtor experience the art of debt collection across dimensions!"

The light screen popped open, revealing three options:

[Option A: Generous Forgiveness – Put your hands together in prayer, silently recite "Amitabha, suffering a loss is a blessing," and relinquish the ten million debt.]

[Reward: Receive a banner that reads "Living Buddha".]

Consequences: A kind horse is ridden, a kind person is bullied. The other eight wealthy businessmen, upon learning of this, will demand a full refund, putting you in a credit crisis. Leng Yue will despair of your spinelessness.

Option B: Paper effigies to summon the soul, karmic debt collection—this is the funeral parlor owner's specialty! Using the art of "paper effigies to summon the soul," they create a messenger to personally go to Hengyuan Real Estate Building to violently collect debts, killing anyone who stands in their way!

[Reward: 300 Official Points, and the Spell Mastery "Paper Cutting into Soldiers".]

[Option C: Seek official assistance—Call Chu Hongyan of Bureau Nine to report Liu Dachang for illegally employing overseas heretics and have the authorities seize his businesses.]

[Reward: Good Citizen Honor Points +50]

Consequences: Using someone else to collect debts completely undermines your professionalism. You'll be secretly mocked by those within the Ninth Bureau as a spoiled brat who can't live without official protection.

Lin Ye scanned the options, and the strategy for option B was perfect.

Dealing with such a shameless rogue who doesn't follow the rules head-on will only lower your own standing.

Send him a "grand gift" using the paper craftsmanship that funeral parlors are best at.

The best solution is to completely crush his defenses on both a mental and physical level.

I choose B.

Lin Ye gave the instructions in his mind.

He put down the paper cup of soy milk, stood up, and walked to the storage shelf in the corner of the shop where materials were stored.

"Fatty, clean the table."

Lin Ye brought out a bundle of Xiangfei bamboo strips that had not yet been tied into shape, a thick stack of white paper, and several jars of freshly mixed mineral pigments.

Seeing this, the fat man hurriedly tidied up the breakfast and put it aside.

He was all too familiar with Lin Ye's posture.

Whenever Lin Ye uses these tricks, someone is bound to suffer a terrible fate.

Leng Yue came down from the second floor and stood quietly by the table.

Silently, she rolled up her sleeves, took out a fine pine soot ink stick, dripped water into the stone inkstone, and began to grind it at a steady pace.

As the ink stick rubbed against the inkstone, a delicate fragrance of ink mingled with her cool scent, filling the air.

"Help me build a frame. I need to be 1.8 meters tall with a strong frame."

Lin Ye drew the carving knife from his waist and skillfully split the bamboo strips.

The fat man stepped forward to assist, and the two worked extremely quickly. In less than ten minutes, a well-proportioned human-shaped bamboo skeleton took shape on the table.

Lin Ye grabbed the white paper, channeled pure Yang energy into his fingertips, and pasted the paper tightly and neatly onto the surface of the bamboo frame.

As the true energy circulated, the paper figure emitted a lifeless, pale glow.

He picked up his brush and dipped it in the thick ink that Leng Yue had prepared.

The brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes.

Lin Ye sketched a set of ancient government constable's black official robes on the paper figure, with a scarlet iron chain around the waist.

On the right is a black token with the words "Debt Collection" written on it.

When it came to the face, Lin Ye did not paint it with the pleasing highland red.

Instead, they heavily blackened its lips with thick ink and painted several bluish-gray death spots on both sides of its cheeks.

Only in the eyes remained a glaring blank.

"Froststar, come here."

Lin Ye waved to the little girl who was rummaging through the refrigerator looking for snacks.

Froststar skipped over and peered at the paper figure on the table: "Brother-in-law, this mannequin is so ugly, it's not cute at all."

"I'll lend you a wisp of the Corpse King's death energy."

Lin Ye extended his index finger and touched the little girl's forehead.

Froststar obediently closed her left eye, while the crimson pupil of her right eye shone brightly.

A chilling, bone-piercing aura of death, filled with endless resentment, was forcibly drawn out from Lin Ye's fingertips.

Lin Ye withdrew his finger.

The black, corpse-like aura swirled around his fingertips, radiating a terrifyingly low temperature.

Lin Ye bit his middle finger, and a drop of scalding pure yang blood gushed out, forcibly mixing with the corpse energy.

"With a single stroke, the path to the netherworld is opened; through the union of Yin and Yang, the Dharma body is borrowed!"

Lin Ye moved swiftly, dipping the tip of his purple brush into a drop of blood that was a mixture of extreme yin and extreme yang, and fiercely dotting it into the blank space between the paper figure's eyes.

"boom!"

The moment the finishing touch is completed.

The paper figure, which had been lifeless, began to tremble violently.

Two terrifying beams of blood suddenly shot out from those newly painted eyes.

The paper figure's skin bulged with vein-like lines, and its black lips, drawn with ink, were eerily pulled upwards, revealing a stiff and terrifying sneer.

It stood up straight from the table.

His massive body, standing 1.8 meters tall, exuded a terrifying pressure, a mixture of pure yang thunder and fire and the yin energy of the Corpse King.

"Go! Find Liu Dachang."

Lin Ye's tone was icy as he pointed towards the shop entrance.

"Take back the money I paid to save his life. If it's even a penny less, I'll take away his soul and spirit."

The paper figure nodded stiffly, its body thinning out of thin air, transforming into a gray-black two-dimensional afterimage that skimmed along the ground and slipped through the crack in the door, instantly disappearing into the daytime street.

"Ding! The quest is progressing, and the spell 'Paper Cutting Soldiers' has been issued. Please await further news!"

Lin Ye put down his brush and took the damp towel that Leng Yue handed him to wipe his hands clean.

"Fatty, go brew a pot of good tea. We'll wait here for the transfer notification."