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

The dilapidated wooden door of the ancient temple was kicked to pieces by Lin Ye.

Wood chips mixed with foul-smelling dust poured into the interior of the main hall.

In the center of the main hall, a headless Buddha statue, several meters tall and made entirely of black mud, sits on the altar.

Dark red blood continued to gush out from the broken neck of the Buddha statue.

Blood flowed down the lotus base and into a huge groove below.

Dozens of shirtless construction workers were suspended upside down from the roof beams by iron ropes as thick as fingers.

Blood dripped from the cuts on their wrists, their faces were deathly pale, and they were already in a deep coma.

An old man dressed in a wide black robe sat cross-legged in front of the blood tank, his hands rapidly changing hand seals.

The black robe was embroidered with the iconic white bone pattern of the Yinshan Sect.

The old man's chanting of scriptures was sharp and piercing, transforming into visible black sound waves that constantly struck the surrounding air.

The sound of the door shattering interrupted the old man's spellcasting.

He opened his eyes, his two venomous gazes piercing Lin Ye, who stood at the threshold.

"You brat from Taiping Street! How many times have you dared to ruin the Yinshan Sect's century-long plan! Today, you cannot be allowed to live!"

The old man pointed his withered finger into the air, his voice shrill.

"The sacrificial array has been activated, the evil Buddha has awakened! Today, you will all become food for the Buddha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the massive body of the black clay Buddha statue trembled violently.

Countless agonizing and distorted human faces protruded from the clay sculpture, wailing, and the temperature in the entire hall plummeted to freezing.

Lin Ye carried the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword in one hand, stepped over the threshold, and glanced at the workers hanging upside down.

With too many hostages, forcibly unleashing a large-scale lightning spell could easily result in friendly fire.

He had to find a way to interrupt the old man's frequency of controlling the formation.

Just then, a faint blue light flickered in front of my retina, and the system's crisp voice boomed into my mind.

"Ding! System notification: A core elder of the Yinshan Sect has been detected attempting to awaken a malevolent spirit using traditional evil chants. The times are calling. Please finalize a plan to defeat the enemy within three minutes and give feudal superstition a small modern shock!"

The light screen unfolds, revealing three options.

[Option A: Fight to the death—bite your ten fingers, use your pure yang blood to forcibly draw ten talismans to suppress evil, and rush in to engage the evil Buddha in close combat.]

[Reward: A banner praising your unwavering courage and toughness. Consequence: You will go blind due to excessive blood loss, and spend the rest of your life wearing sunglasses, fortune-telling under overpasses.]

[Option B: Unleash a torrent of profanities—Stand at the door and hurl all the foul language you've ever learned at the old man, attempting to provoke him into interrupting the spellcasting.]

[Reward: Title of "Number One Troll in Jiangzhou". Consequence: The old man is deaf; your insults are completely ineffective, and the Evil Buddha successfully awakens.]

[Option C: Abstract Antics, Cyber ​​Exorcism—Take out the square dance subwoofer speaker that Fatty left in your backpack, and immediately play a 120BPM heavy metal DJ version of "The Great Compassion Mantra" to disperse the evil cultivator's spell frequencies with cyber technology.]

[Reward: Official Points +300, all allies and enemies are briefly stunned, and the player obtains the exclusive title [Cyber ​​Taoist].]

"???"

"Is that right, buddy?"

Lin Ye stared at option C, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

In a life-or-death situation, would playing the Great Compassion Mantra on a DJ turn be effective?

But the blood at the broken neck of the black clay Buddha statue was about to boil.

Lin Ye had no other choice but to press the confirmation button heavily in his mind.

"The system must have its reasons for doing this."

"I choose C!"

Lin Ye reached into his tactical backpack with his left hand, fumbled around for a while, and pulled out a large, square black speaker with glitter stickers on its exterior.

This is the special equipment that Fatty Wang usually uses when he goes to the park to accompany the older women to do square dancing.

Lin Ye's fingers flew as he pressed the power button, connected the phone via Bluetooth, and turned the volume knob all the way to the top.

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

The deafening bass drumbeats suddenly erupted without warning inside the enclosed ancient temple hall.

The subwoofer was extremely powerful, and the strong sound waves made the blue bricks on the ground tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a fast-paced, electronically synthesized chant resounded through the sky.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya! Namo Arya!"

The raging DJ music, mixed with the chanting of Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, transformed into a powerful mudslide, indiscriminately cleansing the eardrums of every living being present.

The voice of the old man in black robes chanting evil incantations was instantly drowned out by the cyberpunk music.

The old man's eyes widened, and his mind went blank.

He spent sixty years diligently practicing the Yinshan School's method of controlling ghosts and evil sounds, emphasizing frequency resonance and the flow of Yin energy.

At this moment, his spell frequency was shattered by the 120 BPM heavy metal drumbeats.

Moreover, he has lived for so many years, fought against magic, walked through the underworld, and even seen foreign musketeers.

But I've never seen anyone hold a disco party at the site of the evil Buddha's sacrifice.

With the subwoofer vibrating wildly.

The eerie, green will-o'-the-wisps inside the main hall inexplicably flickered in and out to the beat of the music, forcibly switching from a "ghostly underworld atmosphere" to an "underground bar atmosphere."

The old man tried to regain the right to speak by loudly reciting the "Yinshan Soul-Snatching Curse".

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the 120-decibel electronic "Namo Amitabha" sound pierced through the air and entered his teeth, causing his already loose dentures to fight wildly in his mouth.

"Plop!"

A yellowed false front tooth flew out under the impact of the sound waves, tracing an arc before falling into the blood trough beside it.

The old man covered his leaky mouth, his eyes wide open like cowbells, and looked at Lin Ye with a frustrated expression.

What the hell is this?

You promised a magical duel, so why are you bringing an illegal megaphone?

What's the difference between this and setting off firecrackers in a no-sounding zone?

His spellcasting rhythm was completely messed up; he was totally swayed by the catchy melody, and involuntarily muttered, "Yo yo... check it out?"

"I work from 8 AM! Pfft!"

The old man's blood and qi flowed in reverse, and he spat out a mouthful of dark blood. His body swayed, and he fell directly to the ground from the prayer mat.

The headless, evil Buddha statue made of black clay, which had just begun to gather malevolent energy, developed a long crack on its surface under the deafening electric chant of the Great Compassion Mantra.

The vengeful spirit within it was disoriented by the strange sound waves, its wails stuck in its throat.

"Holy crap, that's amazing!"

Lin Ye threw away the speaker, stepped into the Seven Star Steps, and his figure transformed into a streak of crimson lightning as he approached the altar.

The Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword in his hand erupted with pure Yang fire.

Using the momentum of his run, he leaped high into the air, his longsword flashing with a scorching crimson-gold light, and slashed heavily into the crack in the evil Buddha's chest.

"break!"

The sword blade pierced the clay body, and the pure yang energy exploded within the evil Buddha's body.

The enormous clay sculpture disintegrated, turning into a pile of burnt, rotten mud.

The imprisoned vengeful spirits melted away completely in the pure yang firelight.

The old man in black robes lay on the ground, clutching his chest, watching in despair as the evil Buddha he had painstakingly crafted over the years turned to ashes.

He turned his head and stared intently at the subwoofer that was still tirelessly playing "boom boom boom," his eyes filled with incomprehensible frustration.

Leng Yue stepped over the threshold with unhurried steps and walked to the old man.

She lifted her right leg, which was covered by a Martin boot, and pressed the sole of her boot against the old man's back with a little force.

In an instant, the old man's spine broke inch by inch, leaving him paralyzed on the ground and completely disabled.

Leng Yue glanced at the speaker flashing with colorful lights in her deep red eyes, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she flicked a wisp of crimson lotus fire from her fingertip, which landed precisely on the speaker's power cord.

A flash of fire, the wires melted, and the deafening Cyber ​​Great Compassion Mantra finally came to an abrupt end.

Silence returned to the main hall...

At this moment, Chu Hongyan, having received the signal, led the special operations officers from the Ninth Bureau, carrying tactical flashlights, into the main hall.

Seeing the mess on the ground and the old man coughing up blood, Chu Hongyan lowered her gun slightly, her expression somewhat blank.

She had just heard the deafening DJ chant outside the door and thought Lin Ye had used some lost sonic magic device, but it turned out to be just a physical square dance device.

"Take him away, but don't let him die. Keep him alive to interrogate the other strongholds of the Yinshan Sect."

Lin Ye put the copper coin sword back into his backpack and pointed at the old man on the ground.

Chu Hongyan waved her hand, and two agents stepped forward, using specially made straitjackets to tie the old man up like a dumpling and drag him away.

Lu Changfeng dragged his injured left arm and limped into the main hall.

His pale face was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster. He quickly walked up to Lin Ye and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Lin, I will never forget your life-saving grace. I have already had the family finance department expedite the transfer of the 25 million to your account."

Lu Changfeng's tone was sincere, without a trace of his previous arrogance.

Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction. This ATM not only had money, but its attitude in admitting its mistake was also quite proper.

"Alright, that's enough. The bad luck in this place has dissipated. Let those workers go down and take them to the hospital."

Lin Ye brushed the dust off his sleeves and turned to walk into the deep night outside the gate.

Lengyue and Shuangxing followed quietly to his left and right, their shadows stretched extremely long under the bright flashlight beam.