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

The night was so thick it seemed impossible to dispel, and the wasteland on the eastern outskirts of Jiangzhou City was shrouded in a thick black fog.

Several black armored vehicles without license plates were parked on the outskirts of the dirt road leading to the ancient temple.

The headlights shot out blinding beams of light, striking the swirling black fog ahead, instantly swallowing up all the light and not letting it penetrate even a little.

Lin Ye pushed open the passenger door, his military boots making a dull thud as they stepped onto the muddy, dew-covered ground.

He closed the car door behind him and looked up at the ancient temple building in front of him, where only the broken eaves were visible.

The feng shui compass vibrated wildly in the backpack, its pointer jumping erratically and pointing completely out of control.

The earth's yin energy here was forcibly distorted by some external force, forming a huge suction cup that poured all the death energy within a radius of dozens of miles into the foundation of this ancient temple.

Chu Hongyan, dressed in a tight-fitting polymer nano combat suit with two guns hanging at her waist, quickly walked to Lin Ye's side.

She held a military-grade high-powered flashlight in her hand, the beam illuminating her taut jawline.

"Mr. Lin, the infrared thermal imaging of the Skynet satellite shows that the ancient temple is surrounded by three layers of poisonous barriers. The signal source was cut off as soon as the two micro drones we sent in flew into the gate."

Chu Hongyan lowered her voice, her brows furrowed with deep apprehension.

Lin Ye took out two Mind-Clearing and Miasma-Avoiding Talismans from his tactical pocket, held the talisman between his index and middle fingers, and flicked his wrist. The talisman spontaneously combusted in the wind.

"Electronic devices cannot penetrate this level of resentment and poison."

Lin Ye threw the burning ashes at his feet, and the firelight disc machine dispersed the black mist within a few feet around him.

"You men from the Ninth Bureau, guard all the routes down the mountain, set up warning lines, and release the safety bolts. Any living thing that escapes from this fog tonight, kill it without mercy."

Chu Hongyan nodded emphatically and turned to give tactical hand signals to the special operations agents behind her.

The operators quickly spread out, setting up heavy rune rifles behind cover, their dark muzzles pointing directly at the entrance to the ancient temple.

Lin Ye turned around and glanced at Fatty Wang.

The fat man understood, clutched the menacing boning knife wrapped in an old coat tightly to his chest, and squatted down in a secluded tree stump.

He knew perfectly well that his fat body would be useless if he went in, and staying outside as Chu Hongyan's liaison was the wisest choice.

"My lady, Froststar. Time to get to work."

Lin Ye patted the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword on his back, took long strides, and stepped alone into the pitch-black poisonous barrier.

Leng Yue, dressed in a black fitted cheongsam with a long trench coat over it, followed Lin Ye lightly on his left.

The extreme cold corpse energy unique to the drought demon transformed into an invisible, solid barrier, forcibly repelling the poisonous mist that tried to approach.

Froststar, carrying a dark blue bone knife, hopped and skipped to Lin Ye's right.

The little girl seemed quite disgusted by the foul-smelling mist, fanning her nose from time to time, her heterochromatic eyes filled with a predatory glint.

The three had just passed through the collapsed stone archway surrounding the ancient temple.

A fierce fight, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, came from the abandoned Zen temple on the left.

"Demon, die!"

A furious and weak shout rang out.

The voice sounded very familiar.

Lin Ye stopped and listened intently.

This is clearly Lu Changfeng, the arrogant swordsman who caused trouble at the funeral parlor.

He changed direction and, with two female zombies, stealthily made his way to the Zen temple.

Flames were flying behind the collapsed walls of the Zen temple.

Lu Changfeng looked extremely miserable at this moment.

His light gray trench coat was torn to shreds, and there were several deep, bluish-gray claw marks on his shoulders and thighs.

Blood stained half of his body, his steps were unsteady and disordered, and his right hand, which was holding the lightning-struck peach wood sword, was trembling slightly.

It wasn't any Taoist priest from the Yinshan Sect who drove him to the brink of despair.

He was a dark-skinned, shirtless sorcerer from Southeast Asia.

This evil master was covered in dense, dark green tattoos all over his body, and around his neck hung a long chain of bones made from a baby's skull.

He sat cross-legged in mid-air, rapidly chanting obscure and difficult Thai mantras.

Above the evil master's head floated three disheveled, bloodied human heads.

These heads, connected to half of bloody intestines and spines, tumbled up and down in mid-air, their mouths full of fangs opening wildly as they tore at Lu Changfeng's protective sword energy.

Southeast Asian sorcery, the flying head curse!

For tonight's sacrificial ceremony, the Yinshan Sect actually spent a lot of money to invite a black-clad monk from Thailand who practices insidious and poisonous magic to help out.

Lu Changfeng unleashed another Thunder Slash.

The tip of the sword emitted a faint blue arc of light.

However, while the lightning-struck wood was incredibly effective against local vengeful spirits, its effectiveness was greatly diminished when it came to this flying head, which was filled with the smell of corpse oil from the humid heat of Southeast Asia.

The flying head in the very center had an eerie purplish-red skin.

Its intestines, several meters long, tumbled and thrashed in the air, each segment of which was adorned with sharp barbs. Wherever it passed, the already dilapidated pillars of the monastery were smashed, sending stone fragments flying everywhere.

What horrified Lu Changfeng even more was that these flying heads were actually sucking his spilled blood.

Each time a drop of blood splatters, the flying head lets out a joyful scream, and the red light in its eyes intensifies.

His sword energy slowed down, and the oxygen in his chest seemed to be completely squeezed out by the foul smell of the curse.

"Am I really going to die at the hands of this filthy bug in the gutter?"

Lu Changfeng felt a pang of despair.

He recalled the bold words he had spoken to his elders before his departure, and the precious sword in his hand that had slain countless demons.

His self-esteem was being slowly eroded by the bloody flying head. This sense of defeat, falling from the clouds into the mud, was far more painful for him than the physical wounds.

"Hehehe... The sword cultivators of the Great Xia Kingdom are nothing special. Their delicate skin and tender flesh are perfect for making my top-grade blood corpse."

The Southeast Asian sorcerer spoke broken, halting Chinese, his eyes filled with cruel mockery.

He changed hand seals, and one of the flying heads suddenly accelerated, bypassing the peach wood sword's blockade, and bit down hard on Lu Changfeng's left arm.

"Sizzle!"

A large chunk of flesh was torn off.

Lu Changfeng groaned in pain, his sword missed its mark, and he crashed heavily into the broken stone pillar.

The highly toxic corpse gas seeped into his meridians through the wound, and half of his body immediately lost sensation, his vision began to blur.

An endless sense of despair and resentment welled up in my heart.

Just as the evil master was manipulating three flying heads to disembowel Lu Changfeng.

A lazy voice, tinged with a hint of worldliness, drifted slowly from the high wall at the other end of the Zen temple.

"This flying headbutt looks flashy, but its bite force is quite impressive. Young Master Lu, do you need any outside assistance?"

Lu Changfeng raised his head with difficulty.

Lin Ye sat imposingly on the collapsed courtyard wall.

He bent one leg, placed his right hand on his knee, and looked down at the brutal one-sided massacre with a leisurely smile on his face.

The moment Lu Changfeng saw Lin Ye's face, he felt as if he had grasped at the last straw.

The evil sorcerer from Southeast Asia stopped his attack and turned to stare intently at Lin Ye, who was sitting on the wall.

The three flying heads turned around and let out a threatening growl at Lin Ye.

A stream of light skipped across the retina, and the system's metallic beeping cut off precisely on time.

"Ding! The 'Please Behave Yourself, My Lord' system has detected that a proud and arrogant swordsman from a prestigious family has been subjected to a dimensional reduction attack. A heretical master from Southeast Asia is attempting to steal the life essence of cultivators from the Great Xia Kingdom. Please decide on your strategy within three minutes and thoroughly humiliate these barbarians!"

The light screen unfolded, revealing three options:

[Option A: Seeing injustice, one should draw one's sword to help—drawing a copper coin sword, shouting "The territory of Great Xia is sacred and inviolable," and jumping down to fight the Thai old man to the death.]

[Award: Medal for Passionate, Teenage Youth]

Consequences: Lu Changfeng was rescued for free, but instead of being grateful, he'll think you're a show-off, and you've missed a golden opportunity to extract more value from him.

Option B: Taking advantage of the chaos, the true colors of a profiteer—sitting atop the wall, they activate paid rescue mode. Prices are clearly marked; transfer money first, then kill the monster—revealing the capitalist's true colors to the fullest.

[Reward: 400 Official Points, and the upgraded version of the spell "Samadhi True Fire Talisman." Lu Changfeng has become your ATM subordinate.]

[Option C: Close the door and let the wife out—Yawning, he patted Leng Yue's shoulder and said, "Wife, this old man is too ugly, go gouge out his eyes."]

[Reward: Progress on "Eating a Soft Rice" +10. Consequence: Leng Yue burns down the entire Zen temple with a raging fire, all clues vanish, and you are penalized with a deduction of 500 points.]

Lin Ye would not hesitate to seize this perfect opportunity to take advantage of the chaos!