11: Chapter 11 The Wet Red Hou, the Great Ferocious Beast Locked in the Well with Seven Apertures

On a rainy night, the cold wind was biting.

In the second courtyard of the late-Qing dynasty old residence on Linjiang Road, the atmosphere was so quiet that only the patter of raindrops smashing against the blue bricks remained.

That moss-grown ancient well resembled a single eye dormant in the darkness, exhaling a spine-chillingly dense ghostly aura outward.

Lin Ye withdrew his gaze from the ancient well and turned his head to glance at Young Master Qin, who was still slumped in the muddy water.

"Young Master Qin, is the promise of one million still valid?"

Lin Ye fiddled with the peach wood sword in his hand, which bore natural thunder-struck patterns, his tone as relaxed as if he had just slapped a mosquito to death rather than instantly killing an avatar of a Red-Clad Vengeful Ghost.

"Valid! Absolutely valid!"

Young Master Qin snapped back to reality and scrambled over pathetically.

He pulled out the latest Porsche customized edition phone and tremblingly opened the transfer interface.

"Master Lin, as long as you can completely settle this matter tonight, I will add another five hundred thousand! I will transfer a deposit of five hundred thousand to you right now!"

"Ding! Alipay account credited, five hundred thousand yuan neat."

Listening to the heavenly sound coming from the phone, the corners of Lin Ye's mouth hooked into a satisfied arc.

One million ah! Now not only was there money to buy high-aged wild ginseng, but even the blood-food supplements for the two ancestors next month could be upgraded.

"Fatty."

Lin Ye turned around, his expression instantly turning solemn.

"Here! Give your orders, Yezi!"

The way Fatty Wang looked at Lin Ye right now was simply as if he were looking at a living deity, and he was practically ready to kowtow on the spot.

Lin Ye pulled a small cloth bag stained with cinnabar from his tactical canvas bag and tossed it to Fatty Wang.

"Take Young Master Qin and retreat behind the spirit screen outside the main gate. Use the Pure Yang Qi pill powder in this bag to draw a circle around the two of you. Remember, it must be connected end-to-end."

"This is the 'bounding' technique of folk ritual teachings. No matter what sounds come out of the courtyard, or if someone calls your names, before dawn, you must absolutely not step a single half-step out of that circle!"

"Understood! I get it, this is called drawing a ground as a prison!"

Fatty Wang took the cloth bag, pulled up the weak-kneed Young Master Qin, and ran toward the outer courtyard without looking back.

Having cleared the scene, Lin Ye then carried a flashlight, holding the hands of Leng Yue and Frost Star, and carefully walked to the edge of that ancient well.

The strong light of the flashlight shone down, but it was as if it had been swallowed by the darkness, only faintly revealing that at a depth of over a dozen meters, there was a layer of viscous well water rolling with black bubbles.

"Husband, this water has a very heavy corpse stench."

Leng Yue slightly covered her mouth and nose, a trace of disgust flashing through her deep red pupils.

"Moreover, the structure of this well is wrong."

"Indeed it is wrong."

Lin Ye squatted down and knocked on the blue bricks of the well mouth with the hilt of the peach wood sword, producing a dull echo.

He sneered and started his little metaphysics classroom:

"This is simply not a well used for drawing water to drink. Look at the blue bricks of this well mouth; every single one has a black heart—these are 'yin bricks' fired with yin fire. Furthermore, the arrangement of the bricks is laid out according to the orientation of the 'inverted Bagua'."

"In Feng Shui geomancy, this is called the Seven-Orifice Soul-Locking Well."

"This bottom connects to the water eye of the [penetrating sixty dragons] of Linjiang Road's extreme yin earth vein. That bloody rotten wood should be the array core sealing this well. Young Master Qin's construction crew pulled out the array core, so the great terror that has been 'raised' down below for over a hundred years can no longer be suppressed at all."

Lin Ye stood up and took a deep breath:

"The red-clothed female ghost just now was merely an incarnation of its wisp of resentment; the true main body is hidden in the underground river at the bottom of the well. To get that one million, we have to go down."

Hearing that they were going down the well, Frost Star, wearing a yellow duck raincoat, immediately took a step back, her small face filled with resistance:

"I don't want to! Down below is so dirty and smelly, it will dirty Frost Star's dress! Brother-in-law, let's not take this one million, okay? Frost Star will just absorb a little less Yang Qi in the future..."

"Be good, how can I buy you pretty clothes without money?"

Lin Ye pinched her soft little cheeks.

In truth, Lin Ye's heart was also getting spooked.

The well walls were slippery and slick, covered entirely in slimy moss. Even if a normal person tied themselves with a rope and went down, halfway through they would likely be frozen stiff by the yin qi erupting from the bottom of the well and fall into the water to feed the turtles.

Just as Lin Ye was pondering how to descend the well with dignity and safety,

the tingling prompt tone in his mind arrived on schedule with its familiar recipe.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: The host is about to go deep into the Seven-Orifice Soul-Locking Well, facing high-difficulty terrain. Please choose the method of descending the well within three minutes!"

[Option A: Steady and solid — pull out professional climbing rope, tie yourself up tightly, and slowly climb down like a marmot.]

[Reward: A pair of anti-slip gloves. Consequence: When descending halfway, you will be grabbed by the ankles by the water ghost at the bottom of the well, experiencing the ultimate 'inverted hanging bell'.]

[Option B: The highest realm of being a kept man — hug your head with both hands, shout 'Wife, save me', and let Leng Yue carry you flying down in a princess carry.]

[Reward: Leng Yue intimacy +15, sense of security bursting. Consequence: Frost Star will cut your rope up above out of jealousy and throw bricks at you from the well mouth.]

[Option C: Flying wing to wing (triple flight) — showcase the dominance of the head of the household, wrap one arm around the elder sister, pick up the younger sister with the other arm, shout 'Wives, follow me and jump!', and make a direct leap of faith.]

Lin Ye looked at these three options, the corners of his mouth twitching continuously.

A was physical torture, B was harem fire; one way or another, only C could balance water-carrying and efficiency.

Although this system was blatantly trying to watch him engage in misbehavior, the temptation of rewarding the Yang Qi value upper limit was simply too huge!

"System, I choose C! To die beneath the peony flower, even as a ghost, I'm romantic!"

The instant he made his choice, Lin Ye took a deep breath and bit the flashlight in his mouth.

He turned around and spread his arms.

"Leng Yue, Frost Star, come over."

The two peerless female corpses were slightly startled at the same time.

Leng Yue slightly frowned: "Husband, what are you trying to do? The yin qi below this well has turned into water. If you get contaminated directly, your Yang Qi will be heavily damaged. This concubine can go down first to clear the path for you..."

"Clear what path, a family should be neat and complete."

Lin Ye couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense and took a very domineering step forward.

His left hand directly passed through the hem of Leng Yue's loose white shirt, grabbing hold of that slender, willow-like waist that could be spanned with a single grasp.

Leng Yue's whole body stiffened, and those deep red pupils instantly widened.

As a Thousand-Year Red Hou, apart from Lin Ye, no one had ever touched her body so audaciously.

Through the thin fabric of the shirt, the scorching Pure Yang Qi in the palm of Lin Ye's hand burned against her waist like a branding iron, causing her brain to experience a brief blank.

"Mm..."

"..."

"..."

Amidst Leng Yue's astonishment and Frost Star's excited exclamations, Lin Ye held the two supreme female corpses whose combined ages exceeded a thousand years, leaped, and jumped straight into the bottomless Seven-Orifice Soul-Locking Well!

"Whoosh!!!"

A sense of weightlessness struck instantly, and the sound of wind by his ears mixed with shrill ghostly wails howling madly.

The yin wind at the bottom of the well poured into Lin Ye's clothes like knives.

But right in this extremely dangerous descent, he felt an unprecedented, ultimate experience...