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

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A black minivan was parked in front of a high-end villa area in the northern part of Jiangzhou.

The land here is incredibly green, and every inch of it is precious.

As soon as he got out of the car, Lin Ye noticed the unusual aura around him.

Noon is supposed to be the time of day when yang energy is at its peak.

A thick layer of gray-black haze hovered above the detached villa.

Sunlight shone on the glazed tiles of the villa, reflecting a sickly, pale white hue.

Several precious Podocarpus macrophyllus trees inside the courtyard wall have withered and fallen leaves over a large area.

A gentle breeze swept by, and fallen leaves swirled on the ground, making an eerie rustling sound.

"The aura of death is so heavy; even the insects dare not make a sound here."

Ayougu followed behind Lin Ye, sniffed, and her face turned very ugly.

Leng Yue was dressed in black and wore large sunglasses.

She stood to Lin Ye's left, her beautiful face expressionless.

This level of resentment was nothing more than an appetizer in her eyes.

Froststar is unusually quiet today.

The little girl clung tightly to Lin Ye's legs, her heterochromatic eyes fixed on the tightly closed vermilion gate of the villa, a hint of wariness in her gaze.

Su Qinghan walked at the front, entered the password, and pushed open the courtyard gate.

There is a huge koi pond in the center of the courtyard.

The once clear pond water has now become murky, with more than a dozen top-quality red and white koi floating on the surface.

The fish scales fell off, and the putrid, fishy smell assaulted my senses.

Moreover, the dead koi carp were not lying on their sides, but standing upright in the murky water, head down and tail up.

Each fish's eyes bulged out abruptly, staring intently at the direction of the villa's gate.

As Lin Ye and the others approached, the dead fish, following the subtle ripples in the water, uniformly turned their bodies, pointing their countless pale fish eyes at the ankles of the group.

The stone lions on either side of the villa's steps appeared ferocious and twisted under the shadows.

As Lin Ye passed by, he keenly noticed that something seemed to be stuffed in the mouth of the stone lion.

He stopped and looked; they were several dried bird carcasses.

The head was neatly severed, and the body was violently stuffed into the stone lion's throat, with only a charred claw sticking out.

Lin Ye whispered to the fat man behind him:

"This place has been completely turned into a hunting ground by what's reflected in the mirror. In its eyes, the Shen family members are like dried meat laid out to dry on a chopping board."

The fat man shivered. He felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if a pair of long, barbed legs were slowly sliding down his collar and down his back.

Lin Ye remained calm and pulled out the Three Elements Feng Shui Compass from his tactical backpack.

The compass was held flat in the palm of the hand, and the magnetic needle in the compass trembled violently as if going mad, its tip pointing dead at a certain room on the first floor of the villa.

"The White Tiger position in the main hall is shrouded in malevolent energy."

Lin Ye put away the compass and strode towards the main entrance of the villa.

The door was ajar.

Upon entering, the spacious living room was dark.

The heavy curtains blocked out all the light.

An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a Tang suit, sat on the leather sofa in the living room.

The old man had sunken eyes and a horrifying bluish-gray complexion.

He held a string of small-leaf sandalwood prayer beads in his hand, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

This is Shen Wanlin, a leading figure in the Jiangzhou antique world.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Wanlin struggled to lift his head.

Upon seeing Lin Ye and his group behind Su Qinghan, a faint hope ignited in the old man's eyes.

"Qinghan... is this the expert you invited?"

Shen Wanlin's voice was hoarse, accompanied by a violent cough.

He took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth. When he removed it, a shocking pool of dark blood was clearly visible on the white handkerchief.

"Old Shen, don't speak, keep your breath."

Lin Ye strode to the sofa, brought his sword fingers together, and pointed one finger at Shen Wanlin's forehead.

A wisp of pure Yang energy was forcibly injected.

The old man shuddered, a long-lost rosy glow returning to his ashen face, and his violently heaving chest finally calmed down a bit.

Lin Ye withdrew his finger and looked around at the dark space.

Where is that bronze mirror with a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix?

After catching his breath, Shen Wanlin shakily raised his right hand and pointed to a mahogany door at the end of the first-floor corridor.

"In...in the collection room. Ever since the incident last night, I've had the door locked with chains. There's something in there...something's knocking on the door!"

The fat man gripped the butcher knife at his waist and swallowed hard. "Ye Zi, this old man's forehead is so dark it's almost dripping ink. The evil spirit in that mirror must have already gained some power."

"It's just the right time; it saves me the trouble of searching everywhere for clues about the Yinshan Sect."

Lin Ye strode toward the mahogany door.

Several thick iron chains were wrapped around the door, and a large brass padlock hung on it.

A thick, dark red liquid was slowly seeping out from the bottom of the door crack, emitting a pungent, rusty smell.

Lin Ye did not touch the lock.

He stepped back half a step with his right leg and suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen.

The powerful energy of the Pure Yang Dao Body was channeled into his legs, and he kicked the center of the mahogany door hard.

"boom!"

A deafening roar.

The sturdy mahogany door, along with its several iron chains, was kicked to pieces by this violent force.

Blocks of wood and locks flew into the collection room, overturning several display shelves showcasing antiques.

The scene inside the collection room was completely exposed to everyone.

There were no windows, and a few dim wall lamps illuminated the room.

On the rosewood base in the very center stands a bronze mirror that is about half a person tall.

The back of the mirror is carved with an intricate pattern of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

However, the eyes of those birds were completely filled with a dark red substance.

The mirror was murky and shimmered with an eerie bluish-gray light.

Lin Ye stood outside the door, his gaze piercing the mirror.

In his view, the mirror did not reflect the room at all.

Deep within the mirror, a vast, blood-red ocean churns.

Countless headless, mangled corpses struggled and sank in the blood.

And it is right in the center of the mirror.

A huge black spider with a distorted woman's face was crawling on the inside of the mirror.

The face had its eyes closed, and a strange smile played on its lips.

Eight long legs covered in barbs gripped the edge of the mirror tightly, while black spider silk continuously poured out of its mouthparts.

This spider with a human face is frantically sucking away the remaining life force of the living people in the Shen family's villa.

"How dare they! Using such a malevolent creature that gathers resentment and turns into evil to harm people's lives. These lackeys of the Zheng family deserve to die."

Lin Ye drew the lightning-struck peach wood sword from his back with a backhand motion.

One hundred and eight ancient bronze coins emitted a clear, resonant dragon's roar in the dimly lit room.

The crimson-gold pure yang fire flowed along the sword groove, instantly illuminating the entire collection room.

The spider with a human face in the mirror seemed to sense this deadly threat.

It suddenly opened its pale white eyes and stared intently at Lin Ye, who was standing at the door, through the bronze mirror.

"hiss!"

A sharp scream came from inside the mirror.

The bronze mirror surface vibrated violently.

A visible crimson ripple erupted from the mirror, transforming into countless sharp crimson threads that swept towards Lin Ye's face.

"A trivial skill."

Lin Ye stood still, advancing instead of retreating.

He pinched out a Three Yang Fire Talisman with his left hand, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the talisman spontaneously combusted in the wind.

"Jade Purity Begins, True Talisman Proclaims the Alliance. Break!"

The burning talisman transformed into a crimson fireball, which slammed fiercely into the sky filled with lines of blood.

The pure yang karmic fire and the bloodthirsty energy collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

Sparks flew everywhere, the blood lines broke apart inch by inch, turning into foul-smelling black smoke and dissipating.

Lin Ye stepped onto the Nine Purple Gang Steps, his figure transforming into a black lightning bolt, instantly passing through the dissipating black smoke and approaching the ancient bronze mirror.

He raised his lightning-struck peach wood sword high, aimed it at the human-faced spider lying on the inside of the mirror, and with the force of a thunderbolt, slashed down fiercely through the air!