Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

"Dragon Slayer! Master Tu! What happened inside?"

David Ye rushed in with three of his men, followed by Father Wu, who was holding a cross.

The people who rushed in froze on the spot, and six corpses lay on the ground.

One of them was headless, dressed in dragon-slaying clothes, next to a pile of foul-smelling black ash.

"Master Tu?" David Ye looked at the headless corpse on the ground, his scalp tingling. He never expected that Tu Long, the famous corpse driver, would die in the church like this.

David Ye thought of the talcum powder in the basement and led his men down the steps.

In the basement, Master Four Eyes heard the noise on the steps.

"Perfect timing! Today I'll act on behalf of Heaven and chop up these beasts who sell opium."

Master Simu had a fiery temper and was about to walk up the steps with his sword drawn.

"Master, people are easy to kill, but these goods are difficult to handle." Lin Chen pointed to dozens of wooden crates on the ground.

"Hundreds of pounds of opium, burned in one go, the toxic smoke drifting out through the ventilation ducts, half of Jiuquan Town will be in a state of ecstasy tonight, whose fault is that?"

Master Four Eyes froze, staring at the black plaster on the ground, and cursed, "Damn it, we can't leave that for them to continue harming people, can we?"

"Of course not."

Lin Chen scanned the basement and saw that besides the wooden crates containing opium, there were also several bags of building materials for repairing the church in the corner.

Lin Chen walked over and used his toe to pry open a burlap sack.

White powder leaked out, carrying a pungent, dry odor.

It is quicklime.

Lin Chen had a plan in mind.

More than a hundred years ago, seawater and quicklime could be used to destroy opium in Humen. Today, in the basement of a church in Jiuquan Town, this toxic substance can still be boiled into waste.

"Master, lend a hand and pour all this opium into that pool in the middle."

Lin Chen pointed to the recessed stone pool in the center of the basement, which was originally used to store water.

Master Four Eyes had no idea what Lin Chen was up to, but he got to work without hesitation.

The two men kicked dozens of wooden crates to pieces, and the dark, greasy opium was all kicked into a half-meter-deep pool of water.

Lin Chen picked up two bags of quicklime, each weighing over a hundred pounds, with one hand and walked to the edge of the pool.

The scene in the basement left Ye Dawei and his men frozen in place.

Two Taoist priests, one old and one young, stood by the pool.

Master Simu carried a blood-dripping greatsword, while Lin Chen carried two burlap sacks.

Ye Dawei stared intently at Lin Chen and the Four-Eyes Taoist.

"Who are you people? How dare you kill someone in Jiuquan Town!" Ye Dawei took a half step back and reached for his lower back.

"Murder? Which eye of yours saw us kill someone?" Master Four Eyes sneered.

"These few good-for-nothings were bitten to death by foreign vampires, so I just gave them a physical send-off. As for that vampire, he's already turned to ash."

When Father Wu heard that the vampire had turned to ash, he frantically made the sign of the cross on his chest.

David Ye didn't care about vampires at all. His gaze passed over the two men and landed on the pile of broken wooden crates. The crates were empty; all the goods inside were gone.

"Where are my goods!" David Ye cried out anxiously.

That was a drug worth several thousand silver dollars; the Ye family went to great lengths to acquire it.

"It's over there." Lin Chen raised his chin and pointed to the pool in front of him.

Ye Dawei looked over and saw that hundreds of pounds of opium were piled up at the bottom of the pool.

"What do you want to do?"

David Ye drew his Browning pistol from his waistband and aimed it at Lin Chen.

"Put down what you're holding and step back!"

Lin Chen looked at the gun pointed at him, his expression unchanged. He hated it most when people pointed guns at him.

Lin Chen loosened his grip, and the two bags of quicklime fell to the side of the pool.

"I've let it go," Lin Chen said calmly.

David Ye sneered, "You're smart to know what's good for you. Neither of you two murderers will leave this church today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chen rushed out.

David Ye felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could pull the trigger, a sharp pain shot through his wrist.

Click.

Lin Chen grabbed Ye Dawei's wrist with his left hand, crushed his wrist bone, and the pistol fell from his hand.

Lin Chen reached out with his right hand in mid-air and caught the pistol, squeezing it into a lump of scrap metal with his five fingers together.

He casually tossed the lump of scrap metal at David Ye's feet.

"You've got some nerve pointing this piece of junk at me."

Ye Dawei's three men took a few steps back, not daring to step forward to help. They crushed the gun into a lump of iron with their bare hands, clearly not good people.

"Do you know who I am! My father is the mayor of Jiuquan Town!" Ye Dawei said, clutching his severed hand.

"I know, it's David Ye." Lin Chen turned and walked back to the pool. "Your father is the town mayor, so your Ye family can openly sell opium in town?"

"This is none of your business!" David Ye said.

"Now it's my business." Lin Chen kicked the burlap sack by the pool with his toe, and poured all the quicklime into the pool full of opium.

"What are you going to do!" David Ye exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Lin Chen ignored Ye Dawei and turned to look at Father Wu.

"Father, where is the drain valve in this basement?"

Father Wu pointed to the iron handle in the corner: "Over there, it's the underground water pipe that's used to wash the ground."

Lin Chen walked over and pulled down the iron handle.

Water jets from the pipes on the wall spray into the central pool.

When water came into contact with quicklime, a hissing sound could be heard in the basement.

When quicklime comes into contact with water, it generates high temperatures, causing the water in the pool to boil and bubble with white foam.

The hot lime water enveloped the dark, opium-laden material, which dissolved and rotted in the boiling water, turning into a pool of black, foul-smelling mud.

Ye Dawei looked at the pool of black water, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.

Goods worth several thousand dollars, all gone.

"You...you ruined the Ye family." Ye Dawei's eyes were filled with resentment and murderous intent, wishing he could tear the two people in front of him to pieces.

Lin Chen stepped forward, squatted down, and tapped Ye Dawei's forehead from a distance, sending a wisp of Dao energy into Ye Dawei's Niwan Palace.

This is the Maoshan Soul-Locking Death Curse. It does not harm the skin or flesh, and requires no talisman or seal. When the time comes, the internal organs will wither and the soul will dissipate, resulting in a silent and unnoticed death. Even martial arts practitioners cannot find the cause of the illness.

"You and your son trafficked opium, causing countless families to be broken up and people to die. I will take your life on behalf of the countless victims in Jiuquan Town."

Lin Chen's words sent chills down Ye Dawei's spine.

After doing all this, Lin Chen raised his hand and patted Ye Dawei's face.

"Go back and tell your father that I destroyed the opium and killed the dragon."

"He was not convinced and told me to bring his men to the inn to find me, but before they came, he told me to prepare a few more coffins."

Master Four Eyes shouldered his greatsword and walked to Lin Chen's side. He knew the power of this Maoshan Yin Curse, which had silently sealed the villain's fate.

"Alright, why waste words with this scum? Let's go back to sleep."

Master Si Mu didn't even look at Ye Dawei.

The two men walked past Ye Dawei, who was kneeling on the ground, and went up the steps.

Father Wu stared at the pool of black water, remaining silent.

David Ye collapsed to the spot, filled with despair at losing everything, completely unaware that he was under a death curse.

Stepping out of the church, the sun was blazing, and the sunlight dispelled the dampness from the basement.

"You little rascal, that was a brilliant move to cut off their supply lines."

Master Simu was in a great mood as he walked down the street.

"Using quicklime to boil 'Fushou Gao' (a type of traditional Chinese medicine), how could you even think of that? That old bastard Ye must be so angry he'd vomit blood."

Lin Chen's expression remained unchanged.

"The Ye family won't let this go. Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. Mayor Ye has been operating in this town for so many years and is deeply entrenched. He must be secretly keeping thugs around." Lin Chen thought about the relationships in Jiuquan Town.

The two returned to the inn.

In the lobby, the shopkeeper looked a little awkward when he saw the two enter, and hesitated to speak.

Lin Chen noticed something was wrong in the lobby; several unfamiliar faces dressed in black were standing at the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

"Master, we have a guest." Lin Chen said in a low voice.

Master Simu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

The two stepped onto the second-floor corridor, where the guest room doors were wide open.