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

Lin Ye's eyes flashed with a sharp light; he knew how to choose the answer to this easy question even with his eyes closed.

I choose C.

With a thought, Lin Ye severed the light barrier, and his gaze refocused on Su Qinghan's stubborn face.

"Also, I'm not the kind of charlatan you're talking about."

Lin Ye let out a cold laugh.

He reached out and grabbed the infrared laser pointer Su Qinghan was using for measurement, then casually tossed it aside.

"Since Designer Su firmly believes in science, please explain your physical condition over the past two weeks using scientific methods."

Lin Ye spoke with unwavering conviction, each word like a knife, piercing the deepest, most hidden fears in the other person's heart.

"Every time after midnight, the back of your neck will feel like it's falling into an ice cave. The cold is so intense that air conditioning and heating are useless. It's like a piece of ancient ice has been stuffed directly into your bone marrow."

"Every morning when you brush your teeth at the sink, the first phlegm you cough up is definitely a dark brown blood with a fishy smell. In severe cases, you may even have auditory hallucinations and hear the 'rustling' sound of countless insects crawling on a wooden board."

As Lin Ye described it, Su Qinghan's face turned deathly pale.

Her once straight back began to tremble violently, and her pupils behind her silver-rimmed glasses contracted rapidly.

She never told anyone about these symptoms!

She visited all the top-tier hospitals in Jiangzhou City, undergoing countless MRI scans and blood tests, and all the indicators showed to be completely normal.

The doctor could only prescribe her large doses of sleeping pills, attributing it to neurasthenia caused by excessive work pressure.

"How...how did you know? Did you investigate me?!"

Su Qinghan's voice trembled, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.

"Investigate you? Do you even deserve it?"

Lin Ye stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes looking down at Lin Ye with disdain.

"That black centipede that was crawling on your neck and sucking your yang energy was almost as thick as an arm. Only someone with your mortal eyes would mistake it for cervical spondylosis."

"Black centipede..."

A thunderous roar echoed in Su Qinghan's mind.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

The funeral parlor was filled with Lin Ye's pure yang energy and blood, as well as a hidden yin-gathering formation underground.

This intense environment of yin and yang interaction directly stimulated the latent death curse within Su Qinghan's body.

"what!"

Su Qinghan let out a piercing scream.

She clutched her neck tightly with both hands and collapsed in agony onto the bluestone floor.

Visible black mist surged wildly from her collar.

The black mist rapidly condensed in mid-air, transforming into a terrifying centipede phantom two meters long with hundreds of pairs of sharp legs.

The centipede phantom hissed and snarled, its enormous venomous jaws snapping open as it lunged at the back of Su Qinghan's head.

The materialist worldview was shattered at this moment.

Su Qinghan felt a real threat of death; the cold touch tightened around her throat, completely cutting off her breathing.

She desperately reached out, trying to grab something.

"Help...help me..."

"Noisy bugs."

Lin Ye's eyes sharpened; he didn't need to draw his sword at all.

He took a sudden half-step with his right foot, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet emitted a dull thud.

The primordial true energy of the Pure Yang Dao Body surged wildly up the meridians, converging between his right index and middle fingers.

Lin Ye pointed his fingers like a sword, and a dazzling crimson-gold fire erupted from his fingertips.

"A centipede dares to be so insolent before me! Break!"

Lin Ye flicked his wrist, and his sword finger transformed into a bolt of lightning, accurately striking the centipede phantom between the eyebrows.

"boom!"

The pure Yang fire, extremely powerful and yang, exploded violently within the black mist.

The flames relentlessly devoured the evil death curse.

The centipede phantom emitted a sharp, piercing scream, twisting and struggling violently in the firelight. In just a few seconds, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished without a trace.

The pressure on the back of Su Qinghan's neck disappeared instantly.

She greedily inhaled the fresh air, her body drenched in cold sweat, her white suit clinging tightly to her body, making her look utterly disheveled.

She slumped to the ground, looked up, and stared blankly at Lin Ye, who stood before her, his fingertips still glowing with crimson fire.

That towering figure utterly trampled the scientific edifice she had built in the first half of her life underfoot.

Leng Yue walked to Lin Ye's side and looked down at Su Qinghan.

His deep red eyes held a warning.

She pulled a tissue from the table and gracefully handed it to Su Qinghan.

"Go ahead and wipe it off, Mr. Designer Su. This world is a deep and dangerous place. A few blueprints won't save your life." Leng Yue's voice was cold and clear.

Su Qinghan took the tissue with trembling hands, the moment it touched Leng Yue's fingertips.

A bone-chilling cold made her shiver.

This temperature is not what a living person should feel!

She finally realized that this seemingly dilapidated funeral parlor was actually a hidden den of iniquity.

"Ding! Option task completed, official points +300."

"The Xuanmen magical artifact [Guiding Bee] has been delivered to the system's storage space. The designer's worldview has been reshaped, and the channels for exploiting customers are now unobstructed."

Lin Ye pulled up a chair, sat down with an air of authority, and looked down at Su Qinghan, who was gradually coming to her senses.

"Designer Su, can we now calmly discuss the renovation plan?"

Su Qinghan struggled to get up from the ground.

She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to regain her composure. Her professionalism as a top designer allowed her to quickly adjust her mindset.

"Mr. Lin... no, Master Lin."

Su Qinghan bit her bloodless lips and bowed deeply.

"I was blind and offended the master just now. Thank you for saving my life."

"Help? You're dreaming."

Lin Ye sneered, interrupting her.

"I just dispersed the malevolent energy of the Death Curse; the root of the curse still lies with the caster."

"As long as the root cause is not eliminated, the black centipede will grow back on your neck in three days at most. At that time, even a god cannot save you."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghan's face, which had just regained its color, turned deathly pale again.

"Please, master, save me! I'm willing to pay any price to break this curse!"

She completely abandoned her proud self-esteem, her voice trembling with obvious sobs.

Lin Ye turned his head and glanced at the blueprints on the table, tapping his fingers twice on the surface.

"I have plenty of money, but I need the top-notch renovation design for this shop, and it must completely comply with my feng shui requirements."

Su Qinghan nodded repeatedly without hesitation:

"No problem! Design fees are waived! I'll personally select the best construction team in Jiangzhou, and I'll get all the materials for you at factory prices! Master Lin, as long as you can save my life, I'll supervise this project for you!"

They got top-tier design services worth tens of millions just like that, for free.

Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

"make a deal."

He picked up his teacup and stared intently at Su Qinghan.

"Now tell me, what strange construction sites have you visited in the last two weeks?"

"This centipede-like soul-devouring evil spirit is insidious and vicious. It is definitely not a naturally occurring feng shui evil spirit. Someone must have buried an evil object in the foundation of the project."

Su Qinghan swallowed hard, her mind racing as she recalled her recent schedule.

"About two weeks ago..."

Her eyes lit up, and her voice trembled with fear.

"In the eastern suburbs of the city, there is an ancient temple that has been abandoned for over a hundred years. The land there was bought by a mysterious venture capital firm, which plans to develop it into a high-end resort. I am the company's specially hired designer and have surveyed the site."

"An ancient temple?" Lin Ye frowned slightly.

"Yes, that temple is very strange. It doesn't enshrine a Bodhisattva, but a headless black mud statue."

Su Qinghan's face turned pale as she recalled the scene.

"When the construction team's excavator broke through the foundation of the main hall, it unearthed a huge pottery jar filled with countless dead centipedes and venomous snakes..."

"I was the closest at the time and smelled a pungent odor. Ever since I went back that day, I've been suffering from insomnia and chills night after night."

Lin Ye and Leng Yue exchanged a glance.

Black clay deity statue, pottery jar with poisonous insects.

This familiar formula, this insidious method.

"Yinshan Sect".

Lin Ye stood up, picked up the parchment covered with sketches, and stuffed it into Su Qinghan's arms.

"Designer Su, go back and work on the blueprints overnight. Draw the basement and the master bedroom on the second floor according to the dimensions I gave you. The day the blueprints are handed in, I will personally go to the construction site of the ancient temple in the east of the city and get your manhood back completely."

Su Qinghan clutched the blueprints as if they were a priceless treasure, bowed repeatedly, and rushed out of the funeral parlor as if her life depended on it, carrying the briefcase.

Having resolved the major issue of renovation, Lin Ye stretched lazily.

"Fatty, call Chu Hongyan."

A chilling killing intent flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

"Tell her to investigate that mysterious venture capital firm in the east of the city that's developing the ancient temple. The Yinshan Sect has been exposed."