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

Meanwhile, in the core area of ​​Jiangzhou City's CBD.

The chairman's office on the top floor of the Hengyuan Real Estate Group headquarters building.

Liu Dachang, dressed in an expensive custom-made suit, stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city, swirling a glass of Romanée-Conti red wine in his hand.

His fleshy face was full of smugness and arrogance.

On the leather sofa in the office, a dark-skinned Thai monk wearing a short jacket sat cross-legged.

The monk was emaciated, with a necklace made of unknown animal bones around his neck, and he was reciting an obscure and difficult-to-understand scripture with his eyes closed.

"Master Basong, we owe you a great debt of gratitude this time."

Liu Dachang turned around and raised his glass in a toast from afar.

"That charlatan surnamed Lin, I don't know what kind of illusion he used, dared to extort ten million from me. With you, the number one sorcerer in Southeast Asia, here, let's see if he dares to step into this door today!"

The Thai monk named Pasong opened his eyes, a sinister green light flashing in them.

"Don't worry, Mr. Liu, I've already set up the Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Array in this building. Any cultivator who dares to break in will have their magical power drained instantly."

Basong spoke broken Chinese with an arrogant tone.

"If a mere rogue cultivator from the Great Xia Kingdom doesn't know his own death, I'll make a wine bowl out of his skull."

Liu Dachang laughed heartily, tilted his head back, and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

Just now.

A hissing sound came from the air vent of the office's central air conditioning system.

The temperature plummeted without any warning.

A thick layer of white frost instantly formed on the surface of the precious Persian carpet.

The bulletproof glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows groaned under the strain, and cracks spread upwards along the edges.

"What happened? Is the air conditioner broken?"

Liu Dachang shivered and muttered in dissatisfaction.

Master Basong, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly changed his expression.

He ripped the animal bone necklace off his neck and stared intently at the tightly closed solid wood double door.

"Something unclean has entered! Its malevolent aura is extremely strong!"

Basong exclaimed in surprise.

Before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!"

The massive gate, weighing hundreds of kilograms and carved from a single piece of mahogany, was smashed to pieces from the outside by an overwhelming force.

Broken wood chips flew everywhere in the office.

Wait until the dust and sawdust settle.

A paper figure, 1.8 meters tall and dressed in the black robes of an ancient constable, stood prominently at the entrance.

The paper figure's cheeks were painted with dead spots, and its eyes gleamed with a terrifying bloodlust.

It carries a bewitching iron chain drawn with ink, and with each step it takes, it leaves behind a pool of smoldering ice shards.

"Paper effigies as a form of sorcery?"

Basong snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"A mere child's play! How dare you show off your limited skills before an expert!"

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of black blood onto the animal bone necklace in his hand.

The necklace exploded, transforming into a gigantic, menacing black skull that reeked of a pungent stench of death, and roared as it lunged at the paper figure.

This skull was forged by Basong from the skulls of dozens of infants who died violent deaths. It is filled with resentment and ordinary Taoist artifacts would be destroyed if touched.

The paper figure didn't even flinch when faced with the oncoming skull.

It slowly raised its right hand, painted with black ink, and slapped the skull across the face.

"boom!"

The palm strike tore through the air.

The pure yang blood and the ghostly corpse energy contained within the paper figure erupted at this moment.

A burst of crimson-gold flames, accompanied by extreme frost, shattered the massive black skull into dust.

The backlash surged back into Basong's body like a tidal wave.

The black-clad Ajarn, who claimed to be the number one sorcerer in Southeast Asia, didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy truck.

He smashed through the expensive solid wood bookshelves behind him, the sound of breaking planks mixed with the cracking of ribs echoing through the spacious office.

Basong coughed up blood, collapsed in the ruins, convulsed twice, and then completely lost consciousness.

The wine glass in Liu Dachang's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

His prized trump card for survival proved to be as fragile as a piece of toilet paper in the face of this bizarre paper figure.

The paper figure stiffly turned its head, its blood-red eyes fixed on Liu Dachang, whose legs were trembling.

He pulled a piece of white paper from his pocket, on which was written a bank account number.

The lips drawn on the paper figure opened and closed, emitting a hoarse and distorted sound.

That tone was clearly Lin Ye's voice:

"Ten million in principal! Two million in late payment fees. Scan the code or transfer the money? A penny less, and we'll take your life."

The paper figure raised the soul-snatching iron chain in its hand.

The iron chains burned with pure, golden-red yang fire, the intense heat causing a sharp, stinging pain to the fat on Liu Dachang's face.

A warm, foul-smelling liquid gushed from the inside of her thigh, dripping onto the floor.

The chairman of Hengyuan Real Estate, a prominent figure in Jiangzhou's business community, was so frightened by a paper figure that he lost control of his bladder on the spot.

"Share! I'll share! I'll share right now!"

Liu Dachang cried and rushed to the desk, his hands trembling as he opened the laptop.

He didn't even bother wiping the cold sweat from his keyboard. He logged into his online banking faster than he ever had in his life and transferred every penny of the 12 million to the account provided by the paper doll.

After doing all this, he collapsed to the ground, staring at the paper figure in despair.

The paper figure bowed its head slightly, as if confirming that the funds had arrived.

A moment later, the paper figure put away the bank account.

He turned and walked to the desk, grabbing the humidor full of fine Cuban cigars.

"Interest."

The paper figure uttered two words, and its body instantly burst into flames of a ghostly blue.

In just a few seconds, the imposing paper figure turned into a pile of white ash and dissipated on the carpet, leaving only the intact cigar box, which fell to the ground with a thud.

……

Taiping Old Street, Lin's Funeral Service Shop.

Lin Ye was holding a teacup, admiring Leng Yue's smooth and flowing tea-making movements.

The phone screen on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

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

Lin Ye put down his teacup, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

A gray-black afterimage slipped through the crack in the door, coalesced in mid-air, and transformed into a wooden cigar humidor, which landed steadily on the octagonal table.

Fatty Wang's eyes widened as he picked up the cigar box and glanced at the brand.

"Holy crap, a limited edition Cohiba! That old bastard Liu Dachang's hidden gem! Ye Zi, your paper doll's come to life, demanding interest on your debts?!"

Lin Ye grabbed a cigar and tossed it to the fat man, feeling great.

"Now that the funds are in place, it's time to renovate this run-down shop."

He looked around at the old walls and the mottled countertops.

"Fatty, go and contact the best construction team and architect in all of Jiangzhou."

"I want to transform this funeral parlor into an impregnable fortress of magic."