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

The crimson-gold Pure Yang Sword beam cleaved through the stuffy, murky air of the collection room.

The sword's edge tore through the void, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

The human-faced spider inside the bronze mirror sensed the deadly life-or-death crisis and let out a scream.

Its distorted face opened its blood-red maw, spitting out a huge spider web woven from viscous black blood, attempting to block the falling lightning-struck peach wood sword.

Lin Ye's momentum remained undiminished as he flipped his wrist.

One hundred and eight ancient bronze coins collided and rubbed against each other, unleashing a powerful and unparalleled yang fire that could ward off evil.

The sword blade sliced ​​into the foul-smelling, blood-red spider web without encountering the slightest resistance.

The flames instantly ignited the filthy blood, and a large plume of pungent black smoke rose into the air.

The remaining force of the sword broke through the obstruction and struck the edge of the ancient bronze mirror heavily.

"clang!"

A resounding metallic clang echoed outwards.

The ancient bronze mirror shook violently, and several fine cracks appeared on its hard surface.

The spider with a human face hidden inside the mirror was severely injured, and its eight barbed limbs convulsed wildly.

It tried to escape through the crack, but as soon as it poked out half of its withered head, it was met with a layer of dark blue, extremely cold frost.

Froststar was perched atop the antique shelf at some unknown time.

The little girl held half a popsicle in her hand, her left eye was bright blue, and her right eye was scarlet.

She stuck her tongue out at the ugly spider.

"How dare someone so ugly show their face and disgust people like that? Freeze them!"

The ghostly corpse energy transformed into invisible chains, tightly sealing the cracks in the mirror.

The spider with the human face was half-stuck outside the mirror, its surface quickly covered with a thick layer of ice, rendering it unable to move.

Lin Ye smoothly sheathed his sword, then with his left hand, his fingers forming a knife-like shape, he precisely stabbed the distorted woman's face between the spider's eyebrows.

Pure Yang Qi penetrates the body and enters.

With a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman, the ferocious creature that had been perched in the mirror shattered completely, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black pus that slid down the bronze mirror surface.

The heavy aura of death that had hung over the Shen family villa vanished at that moment.

In the living room, Shen Wanlin, who was barely clinging to life on the sofa, coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood.

His previously ashen face quickly regained its color, and his rapid breathing returned to normal.

The death curse has been broken, and my old life has been saved.

The collection room.

Lin Ye stared at the cracked bronze mirror. The phoenix and a hundred birds on the mirror had lost their eerie purple light and turned into a lifeless piece of scrap iron.

This thing is no ordinary evil object; it contains residual spatial array fluctuations.

A faint blue light flickered in front of my retina, and a system notification sounded in my mind right on time.

"Ding! System notification: Yinshan Sect remote monitoring terminal detected. The other party is attempting to sever the Qi connection to evade investigation. The times are calling. Please finalize your pursuit methods within three minutes and give the lurking old fox a hardcore shock!"

The light screen unfolded, and three options appeared in view:

Option A: Physically disconnect the internet—kick the bronze mirror to pieces, and yell "Die!"

[Reward: Beginner level Iron Leg Skill. Consequence: All clues are lost; the Zheng family and the Yinshan Sect will hide even deeper, leaving us in the shadows and facing endless trouble.]

Option B: Round Light Tracing the Source, Jump-In for Output—Using Pure Yang True Blood as a catalyst, unleash the Taoist secret technique "Round Light Technique" to forcibly hack into the opponent's spell frequency. Engage in a cross-space video call, face-to-face taunting, and a bonus lightning and fire combo!

[Reward: Official Points +300, Taoist aura overwhelming the entire battlefield.]

[Option C: The Light of the Rule of Law—Take out your phone, take a picture of the mirror, call 110 (the police emergency number), and claim you've discovered foreign spy communication equipment.]

[Reward: Good Citizen Medal. Consequence: The operator will transfer you to a mental hospital; Chu Hongyan is concerned about your intelligence.]

Looking at these options, Lin Ye sneered.

I choose B.

Lin Ye sheathed the peach wood sword, bit his left index finger, and squeezed out a drop of pure yang primordial blood that pulsated with a pale golden light.

He applied his blood to the center of the crack in the ancient bronze mirror.

With his index finger moving swiftly, he drew a complex Tai Chi Yin-Yang symbol.

"The profound origin of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi, the halo of light borrows the law, manifesting its form across ten thousand miles! Open!"

The Taoist mantra was uttered.

That drop of pure yang blood transformed into a crimson flame, instantly igniting the remaining yin energy on the mirror's surface.

The murky mirror surface rippled like water, forcibly twisting the image that originally reflected the collection room to reveal a dimly lit underground chamber.

A mahogany tea table sits in the center of the secret room.

At the head of the tea table sat a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with a large belly, holding a string of small-leaf sandalwood beads in his hand.

Opposite him sat a gaunt old man dressed in a loose black robe.

The old man wore a half-bronze mask on his face, and his body was surrounded by a dense aura of death. In front of him was a bronze mirror exactly the same as the one in the Shen family's house.

These two people were Zheng Tianhao, the head of the Zheng family in Jiangzhou, and a core elder of the Yinshan Sect who was hiding behind the scenes.

The instant the mirror images connect.

The two people in the underground chamber were both startled.

The Yinshan Sect elder stood up and stared intently at the bronze mirror in front of him that had suddenly lit up with a crimson flame.

"Who is this master who dares to break my Hundred Birds Soul-Seizing Formation?!"

The old man's voice was hoarse, filled with a murderous aura of shock and anger.

Lin Ye stood in front of the mirror, his hands in the pockets of his work pants, his posture upright and his eyes disdainful.

He looked at the mirror, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"I thought it was some kind of deity, but it turns out to be just a cowardly turtle hiding in the basement."

Lin Ye's voice boomed through the array of the Round Light Technique in the Zheng family's secret room, making the purple clay teapot on the tea table buzz.

When Zheng Tianhao saw the young face in the mirror, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, scattering his bracelet everywhere.

"You...who are you? A henchman hired by that old bastard Shen Wanlin?"

Lin Ye looked at the panicked, overweight middle-aged man in the mirror but didn't rush to make a move.

He adjusted his posture to make himself look more photogenic in the "image" created by the circular light technique.

"Mr. Zheng, don't look so pale. It's like I'm the one who's coming to kill you."

Lin Ye spoke in a lighthearted tone, as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather.

"You guys were having a great time chatting just now, talking about sacrifices and planning. What, is Jiangzhou no longer enough to contain your ambitions? Are you planning to open a chain of supermarkets in the underworld?"

The Yinshan Sect elder steadied himself, his withered fingers trembling as he pointed at the mirror, gritting his teeth as he said:

"You ignorant brat, how dare you ruin the grand affairs of my Holy Sect! Do you know that this mirror is a secret treasure of Yin Mountain...?"

"Alright, alright, stop reciting the product manual."

Lin Ye picked at his ear, looking disgusted.

"With this resolution, a secret treasure? I bet it's something you'd find on Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan with free shipping. That spider from earlier, aside from being ugly, wasn't even as strong as my cat."

"Mr. Zheng, the partner you found at Senhai Capital is not very reliable. The technical service is inadequate, and a bad review is inevitable. Now you want to charge an extra 'cross-screen on-site repair fee'."

"How much money do you... how much do you want? I can give it to you!" Zheng Tianhao asked, trembling.

"Money? Mr. Zheng's vision is too narrow."

Lin Ye smiled slightly, but his eyes suddenly turned icy cold.

"I have a bad habit: if someone gives me a gift, I like to return it double. Since you guys like playing 'video calls,' I'll send you a Thunderfire Red Envelope!"

"Remember this, the person who sent you to hell is named Lin Ye. He's the owner of the funeral parlor on Taiping Old Street."

Lin Ye pointed at the Yinshan Sect elder in the mirror, his tone as cold as a knife.

"Your Yinshan Sect has overstepped its bounds. I haven't settled the score with you over Blackwater Town and the ancient temple yet, and today you're using this low-grade evil object to harm people again. I'll return this broken mirror to you as it was."

The words fell.

Lin Ye clenched his right hand into a fist, and a ball of pure Yang lightning fire, compressed to its extreme, condensed in his palm.

Without hesitation, he slammed his fist hard into the surface of the ancient bronze mirror.

The raging power of thunder traveled along the energy channel created by the circular light technique, crossing half of Jiangzhou City, and directly rushed into the mother mirror in the Zheng family's secret chamber.

"boom!"

Inside the Zheng family's secret room.

The bronze mirror on the tea table shattered instantly.

Countless bronze fragments burning with crimson yang fire flew in all directions like shrapnel.

"Lin Ye, you brat! My Yinshan Sect will never forgive you!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Yinshan Sect elder was unable to dodge in time, and half of his face was slashed by the shards, causing black blood to gush out.

The protective Yin energy was as thin as a cicada's wing in the face of the pure Yang thunder and fire. He was blasted backward and crashed heavily into the brick wall behind him.

Zheng Tianhao was thrown over by the shockwave, howling and rolling on the ground, his face covered in blood.

Communication was cut off.

The bronze mirror in the Shen family's collection room has been reduced to a pile of scrap iron that has completely lost its spirit.