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

I choose B.

Lin Ye ignored the three snarling flying heads and looked straight at Lu Changfeng, who was leaning against a stone pillar, barely clinging to life.

"Young Master Lu, it's fate that we met. I don't think you can last more than half a minute. I believe in honesty and fairness in business."

"Five million for a flying head, ten million for this old Thai devil's life, a package deal of twenty-five million. Transfer the payment, and I guarantee you'll leave here unscathed tonight."

Lu Changfeng was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"You...you're taking advantage of our misfortune! We're all fellow practitioners of the Xuanmen sect, how can you just stand by and watch those foreign evil cultivators humiliate our compatriots?!"

Lu Changfeng gritted his teeth, his anger rising, causing the toxins in his wounds to spread even faster.

"Stop trying to blackmail me with feelings of kinship. I run a funeral parlor; I handle killings and burials, but I don't provide free rescues."

Lin Ye stretched.

"Think it over carefully. If you dawdle for another ten seconds, I'll have to sell you a top-quality golden nanmu coffin."

The evil sorcerer from Southeast Asia couldn't understand the entire conversation between the two, but he could see the contempt in Lin Ye's eyes.

"court death!"

The evil sorcerer was furious and let out a short, sharp shriek.

Two flying heads, dragging bloody intestines, transformed into two streaks of red light, heading straight for Lin Ye's face on the wall.

Upon seeing this, Lu Changfeng's mental defenses completely collapsed.

Money can be earned back, but once you lose your life, it's truly over.

"I'll buy it! Twenty-five million! Transfer it immediately! Save me!" he roared with all his might.

"make a deal."

Lin Ye remained still, reaching his right hand behind his back.

With a clear and melodious dragon's roar, the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword was drawn from its sheath!

Pure Yang True Blood condensed at his fingertips. Lin Ye flicked his finger, and the blood droplet accurately entered the sword.

One hundred and eight ancient bronze coins instantly burst forth with dazzling crimson fire, illuminating the entire monastery as bright as day.

The two flying heads that were rushing towards them sensed this extremely powerful and destructive aura, and their eyes flashed with extreme terror as they tried to forcibly change direction in mid-air.

"You've taken the money, so you have to do the job. Stay here!"

Lin Ye leaped down from the wall, and while in mid-air, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and back.

The copper coin sword transformed into a crimson-gold full moon sword beam, sweeping out horizontally.

"Pfft!"

As the sword energy flashed, the two flying heads were instantly severed at the waist.

The pure yang karmic fire instantly ignited the filthy flesh and blood. Before the flying head could even scream, it was directly transformed into two exploding fireballs in mid-air, burning into black ash all over the ground.

"what!"

The sorcerer's talisman was destroyed, and the ethereal Southeast Asian sorcerer, who was sitting cross-legged and floating, suffered a fatal backlash.

He screamed as he fell from mid-air, spitting out three large mouthfuls of purplish-black blood, and the tattoo on his chest festered extensively.

He watched in utter terror as Lin Ye approached step by step, finally realizing what an impenetrable wall he had kicked.

"Great Xia Gods... have mercy!"

The evil master knelt on both knees, frantically begging for mercy in broken Chinese.

His last remaining flying head retracted into his neck, attempting to conceal his presence and feign death.

Lin Ye walked up to him, his eyes cold.

"I'm a man of integrity when it comes to business. If I take your money to kill you, I will never leave you alive."

Lin Ye slapped the evil master's forehead with a Three Yang Fire Talisman, and then struck the center of the talisman heavily with the hilt of his sword.

A pillar of crimson fire shot into the sky.

The evil master rolled violently in the flames, his flesh sizzling and burning. In just five seconds, he was burned into a curled-up charcoal.

"Ding! Option task completed, official points +400, current points: 3550."

"The advanced version of the spell [Samadhi True Fire Talisman] has been unlocked, and Lu Changfeng's ATM has been successfully bound."

After finishing the battle, Lin Ye put away the copper coin sword and turned to walk towards Lu Changfeng, who was leaning against a stone pillar.

The eldest son of the Lu family had a face as pale as paper and black lips.

The corpse poison had already spread along the blood vessels to the collarbone from the wound on his left arm, and it was about to invade his heart.

Lin Ye took out a cinnabar antidote pill from his pocket and casually tossed it into Lu Changfeng's arms.

"Eat it, and it will preserve your heart meridian. The detoxification fee will be increased by one million, along with the twenty-five million from before. A paper figure will come to your house later to ring the doorbell and collect the debt."

Lu Changfeng held the pill, his expression extremely complicated.

He swallowed the pill, feeling a warm current suppress the poison, and his gaze towards Lin Ye no longer held the initial arrogance and prejudice.

"You saved my life, Lu Changfeng's life."

He forced himself to stand up straight, lowered his proud head, and said, "I owe you every penny. From now on, you are my benefactor."

Lin Ye waved his hand, too lazy to listen to such江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) pleasantries.

He turned his head and looked at Leng Yue, who was standing in the shadow of the courtyard wall.

Lin Ye's physical strength was greatly depleted from forcibly activating his pure Yang true energy to perform an advanced talisman technique, coupled with the intense combat over the past few days.

He was breathing slightly heavily, leaning against the collapsed wall.

Leng Yue strode across the black ash-covered ground and silently arrived in front of Lin Ye.

Without saying a word, she stepped forward, her slender, slightly cool fingers touching the hollow of Lin Ye's neck, which was stained with a few drops of black blood.

She lowered her head slightly, bringing her stunningly beautiful face closer.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her tongue darted out to gently lick away the stench of blood.

The cool fragrance of the red spider lily filled Lin Ye's nostrils.

The collar of her black trench coat opened as she leaned forward, revealing large expanses of her delicate, fair skin.

The icy body temperature and the scalding heat of pure Yang collided violently within a small space, bringing a series of continuous tingling and trembling sensations.

Leng Yue's chest gently pressed against Lin Ye's arm, the smooth fabric rubbing against each other and making a soft, ear-warming sound.

Lin Ye's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and his breathing instantly became erratic.

He did not back down; his large hand naturally wrapped around her slender, supple waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

Amidst the still-bloody ruins of the Zen temple, the two openly engaged in a viscous, pulsating exchange of vital energy.

Lu Changfeng, standing to the side, was stunned.

He stared wide-eyed at the ruthless man who was now intimately embracing a stunningly beautiful yet cold woman.

The woman's aura was so powerful that he needed immense courage to even look her in the eye.

"Stop looking, or I'll gouge your eyes out and eat them!"

Froststar squatted on the rock at Lu Changfeng's feet.

The little girl had a suspicious smear of black blood on the corner of her mouth, and she was chewing on half of a black magic chain from a Southeast Asian sorcerer.

Startled, Lu Changfeng quickly turned around, his back to the terrifying family of three, and stared intently at the crack in the bricks on the ground.

It took Lin Ye a full three minutes to calm his turbulent blood and release his arms from Leng Yue's waist.

He straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, his gaze turning sharp and icy.

"Young Master Lu, now that you've come in first to scout the way, have you figured out the true nature of this ancient temple's depths?"

Lu Changfeng took a deep breath to calm himself down and reported in a low voice: "The bottom of the temple has been hollowed out. The sect leader of Yinshan Sect is personally overseeing the operation. Inside stands a headless black mud evil Buddha."

"They kidnapped dozens of living construction workers to use as blood bags..."

Lin Ye pulled the peach wood sword from the ground, its blade pointing directly at the main hall of the ancient temple.

"Sacrificing living people to the evil Buddha? Tonight, I'll smash this clay Buddha and these rats to pieces."