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

"Ding! Option task completed, official score +300, current score: 4450. That close-range attack was absolutely awesome."

Lin Ye brushed some dust off his knuckles and turned to walk towards the door.

Wang Pangzi, hiding outside the door, watched the entire process of this battle of wits from afar and was filled with admiration.

"Ye Zi, your skill is amazing! You went through the internet to beat people up. Those Yinshan Sect bastards are probably kicking themselves."

Leng Yue stood by the door, her black trench coat making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

Her deep red eyes fell on Lin Ye, her gaze filled with admiration.

This ruthless approach is exactly what she likes when dealing with those vicious villains.

The group walked back to the living room.

Shen Wanlin was able to sit up straight with Su Qinghan's help.

Upon seeing Lin Ye emerge, this titan of the antique world struggled to rise and kneel.

"I have no way to repay Master Lin for saving my life!"

Lin Ye reached out to steady him.

"Mr. Shen, you're too kind. It's only right to do things for money, and besides, I have some personal grudges with the Yinshan Sect..."

"The evil spirits in that bronze mirror have been completely eliminated, and the person who did this behind the scenes has suffered a great loss. The Shen family can now enjoy peace and tranquility."

Lin Ye got straight to the point, without beating around the bush.

Shen Wanlin was a shrewd businessman. He immediately instructed his butler to bring the checkbook and quickly wrote down a string of numbers.

"A mere twenty million is nothing but a token of my respect. If you ever become interested in antiques and calligraphy in the future, the doors of the Shen family's treasure trove are always open to you."

Shen Wanlin's hands were trembling as he handed over the check. He glanced furtively behind Lin Ye.

The stunningly beautiful woman in sunglasses was idly manicuring her nails, while the exquisitely pretty little girl was drooling over a priceless Song Dynasty porcelain pillow on his bookshelf.

"Master Lin... is it really clean?"

Shen Wanlin shrank his neck and asked in a low voice.

"It's clean now, but the smell in the house hasn't gone away yet."

Fatty Wang patted Shen Wanlin on the shoulder in a very casual manner, almost making the old man sit down.

"Mr. Shen, the feng shui of your collection room is too yin. In the future, when you buy mirrors, remember to buy the kind with explosion-proof film, and it's best to consecrate them for forty-nine days."

"Of course, if you think it's too expensive, our funeral parlor also offers a 20% discount on the annual 'Old House Exorcism Package,' which also includes a set of auspicious cushions blessed by a high-ranking monk."

Shen Wanlin's lips twitched, and he nodded repeatedly: "Buy! Definitely buy! I'll have the butler get you the highest-level membership card later."

Lin Ye glanced at Shuangxing, who was about to put the porcelain pillow in her mouth, and helplessly stopped her:

"Froststar, that's inedible, you can't chew it. Mr. Shen, goodbye. If you ever have any 'buy one get one free' headless antiques in the future, remember to call me first, and I'll give you a huge discount... I mean, a huge discount."

Only after the van disappeared from sight did Shen Wanlin lean weakly against the door, thinking to himself that these days, all the "experts" seem more like bandits than each other.

At dusk.

The setting sun, like blood, bathed the gray bricks and tiles on both sides of the old street in a faint golden glow.

Inside the guesthouse suite, the atmosphere was especially lively, enhanced by several bags of steaming barbecue and ice-cold beer.

Ayougu sat cross-legged on the carpet, gnawing on a skewer of grilled chicken wings with oil dripping from his mouth.

On the coffee table in front of her were several transparent glass bottles containing several mutated Gu worms that were devouring the remnants of death energy.

"The barbecue in your city is alright, but there's not enough chili. It's not as flavorful as the super spicy Gu worm powder from Miao territory."

She ate and commented on her food, the silver ornaments around her neck jingling.

Fatty Wang, holding half a watermelon, leaned back on the sofa and burped contentedly.

"Give me a break! I took one sip of that sour soup you made, and my stomach started hurting like crazy. That stuff is no human food."

Froststar was lying on the other end of the coffee table, with a watermelon rind on her head, looking rather comical. She had absolutely no interest in the roasted meat.

Holding a fragment broken off from a bronze mirror, he rubbed it with his little tiger teeth, trying to draw out the remaining yin energy inside.

"It tastes awful, like rust."

She disdainfully threw the fragment into the trash can.

Lin Ye took a hot shower, changed into a loose gray cotton pajama set, and walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair.

He looked at the bunch of "non-human" tenants in the living room and rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Hey Ayougu, could you please not put all those bottles and jars on the dining table? This morning I almost drank a moving mosaic while drinking water."

Lin Ye pulled out a chair and sat down.

"That's called the [Spirit Breath Holy Armor]! It's very expensive where I'm from!"

Ayougu held up a greasy chicken wing to defend herself.

"And they're very polite; they never steal your midnight snacks, they just observe your sleep quality at most."

"So, should I thank them for their end-of-life care?"

Lin Ye smiled and turned to look at Shuangxing.

"And you, Frostnova, take that watermelon rind off your head. You're the Corpse King, not Watermelon Boy."

The little girl, with half an empty watermelon rind on her head, looked at Leng Yue with a pitiful expression:

"Sister, brother-in-law is so fierce! Does he think we eat too much and want to kick us out so that designer sister can move in?"

Leng Yue, who was elegantly drinking tea, paused slightly.

She put down her teacup, gave Lin Ye a half-smile, and a playful glint appeared in her deep red eyes:

"Does my lord truly find this inn too large? If my lord wishes to hire some new women, I naturally would not dare to stop him, but..."

This remark almost made Lin Ye spit out the green tea he had just drunk, so he quickly changed the subject:

"Fatty, go get two more dozen beers. This house is too gloomy; I need to drink some horse urine to calm my nerves."

……

As night fell, the lights inside the house became soft.

He walked over to the single sofa, sat down, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Leng Yue walked out of the open kitchen carrying a cup of freshly brewed Biluochun tea.

She placed the teacup on the small round table next to Lin Ye.

Without saying anything more, Leng Yue walked behind the sofa.

She stretched out her cool, soft hand and gently placed it on Lin Ye's broad shoulder.

With a pure and warm yin energy, the fingertips pressed precisely on the acupoints on Lin Ye's tense shoulders and neck.

Lin Ye let out a low sigh, leaned back in the sofa chair, and rested his head on a surprisingly soft surface.

Leng Yue did not dodge.

She bent down slightly, shifting her weight towards Lin Ye.

The cool fragrance of the red spider lily completely enveloped Lin Ye.

"My lord, you have vanquished evil spirits today, and your yang energy has been surging uncontrollably. It is inevitable that some fire toxins will accumulate in your meridians."

Leng Yue's voice was extremely low, hoarse yet carrying a touch of captivating tenderness.

Her fingertips slowly circled around the back of Lin Ye's neck, each press bringing a tingling, electric-like sensation.

The cool body temperature intertwined with Lin Ye's burning skin, creating an irresistible, sticky sensation.

Lin Ye closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily.

He took Leng Yue's soft hand, which was draped over his shoulder, and gently caressed her delicate skin with his fingertips.

"With your wife taking such good care of him, the severe heat poison should be completely dissipated."

Leng Yue's lips curved slightly upward, and a hint of tender tears lingered in her eyes.

She pressed her cheek close to Lin Ye's earlobe, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Simply pressing might not be enough to clean you thoroughly. The moonlight is beautiful tonight, my lord... would you like me to try another method to cool you down?"

Her words carried an undisguised implication.

The cold silver hair swept across Lin Ye's collarbone, and the soft, slightly cool red lips brushed against his earlobe almost imperceptibly.

Lin Ye opened his eyes, a suppressed fire surging within them.

With a little force, he pulled Leng Yue from behind the sofa into his arms.

Leng Yue slumped onto his lap, her dark green silk nightgown billowing up, revealing large swathes of dazzling white skin under the dim light.

She wrapped her arms around Lin Ye's neck, her deep red eyes staring straight at him, showing no sign of backing down, only a desire to succumb.

"Ahem!"

Two deliberate coughs came from not far away.

Fatty Wang covered his eyes, grabbed Ayougu who was still gnawing on a chicken wing, and fled in panic.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see! Don't look at what you shouldn't see! Ah-you-gu, Fatty's taking you downstairs to buy some late-night snacks!"

Froststar sat on the carpet, puffing out her cheeks, her heterochromatic eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Sister's cheating! Froststar helped eat that awful iron plate today, so brother-in-law's yang energy should be shared with Froststar in half!"

She stood up, puffed out her cheeks, and lunged at the sofa, squeezing herself between the two of them. Without any hesitation, she bit down on Lin Ye's neck with her little tiger teeth.

The soft, sweet, and possessive demands of the young woman clash violently with the aloof and seductive advances of the mature woman within a small space.

Lin Ye leaned back on the sofa helplessly, feeling two completely different extreme yin energies surging and crashing through his body.

This sweet torment continued to ferment in the cold autumn wind of Jiangzhou.