140: Chapter 140 The Director Arrives

Lin Ye looked at the three options in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitching twice.

The options given by this system were truly getting more abstract each time.

Option A: Play "Worker's Soul"?

Holding a mass sing-along in an abandoned haunted factory in the middle of the night was practically asking to die faster.

If these female ghosts actually awakened and insisted on dragging him along to build the Underworld, who could he cry to?

Option B was even more of a death wish.

These female ghosts had been locked inside and burned alive by a black-hearted workshop director when they were alive. Pretending to be their boss now was purely throwing a detonator into a powder keg.

"Enough nonsense, pick C," Lin Ye muttered in his heart.

The reward, the [Yin-Yang Tracing Crane], was precisely the tracking treasure he urgently needed.

With this, taking commissions to find evil ghosts hiding their heads and tails would be much more convenient in the future.

The instant he made his choice, the aura around Lin Ye completely shifted.

In his left hand, he held the lightning-struck peach wood sword in a reverse grip, and in his right hand, he carried the soul-suppressing copper coin sword.

The pure true qi of the [Pure Yang Dao Body] poured through his meridians into the two magical artifacts.

A dazzling dual-colored light of gold and red instantly erupted from the sword blades.

"I sympathize deeply with what you suffered in life."

Lin Ye coldly watched the charred female ghosts restless and ready to move, his voice echoing through the vacant workshop with irresistible authority.

"But you shouldn't use the living as scapegoats."

"Today, this boss will take the trouble to physically settle your thirty years of back pay!"

Just as he finished speaking, Lin Ye stomped his left foot onto the dust-covered concrete floor.

[Nine Purple Gang Steps], activated!

Lin Ye's figure instantly transformed into an afterimage, charging straight into the array formed by over a hundred sewing machines.

"Tear him apart... He wants to steal our jobs..."

Several charred female ghosts closest to the door let out piercing screeches. Dropping the half-finished human skins in their hands, they brandished skeletal arms tipped with sharp black claws and pounced on Lin Ye from both sides at once.

"Get lost!"

Without even looking, Lin Ye swept out the copper coin sword in his right hand.

"Bang!"

Pure Yang Qi slammed violently into the foremost female ghost.

Before she could even scream, the female ghost's entire charred body exploded into a cloud of black ash in mid-air.

The lightning-struck peach wood sword in his left hand thrust forward with the momentum, pinning precisely into the forehead of another female ghost.

The inherent heavenly lightning power of the hundred-year lightning-struck wood instantly erupted, blasting the resentment inside the ghost into complete nonexistence.

"Stop him! The director will dock our pay!"

Even more female ghosts crawled out from behind the sewing machines.

Like zombies released from a cage, they swarmed toward Lin Ye in dense crowds, trying to drown this living human exuding Pure Yang aura with sheer numbers.

"Leng Yue, guard the door and protect our cash machine. Don't set any fires without my command!"

Lin Ye forced back four or five female ghosts with a single slash, shouting back without turning his head.

He was afraid that if Leng Yue got excited, she would release the Red Lotus Karmic Fire from her Drought Demon origin, burning these female ghosts along with Little Chen's shadow to nothingness—which would ruin this five-million-yuan job.

Standing at the doorway, Leng Yue frowned slightly.

She looked at those foul-smelling charred female ghosts, her eyes filled with disgust.

She reached out a hand, shielding Ms. Jiang behind her.

Then, a crushing pressure laden with the aura of death burst forth from her body.

The female ghosts who had originally tried to bypass Lin Ye and rush toward the door collapsed onto the floor as if drained of all strength the moment they touched this pressure.

They trembled all over and whimpered, not even daring to raise their heads.

With no more worries behind him, Lin Ye stepped through his gang steps faster and faster.

He wove through the dense array of sewing machines, the Pure Yang flames burning on his sword blades; wherever he went, the ghostly winds dispersed and the horde of ghosts scattered.

In less than a minute, Lin Ye forcibly carved a bloody path toward the corner through this terrifying workshop filled with over a hundred vengeful ghosts.

He arrived in front of the sewing machine where Little Chen's shadow was bound.

At this moment, less than three minutes remained until the Zi Hour.

The dark figure on the pedal was growing increasingly faint, almost merging with the sewing machine's shadow.

The red cotton thread connecting the pedal and the shadow was glowing with an eerie bloody light.

Lin Ye planted the peach wood sword into the floor with a backhand grip, bit his left index finger, and dripped a drop of Pure Yang True Blood onto the tip of the soul-suppressing copper coin sword.

"Heaven and Earth in harmony, filth disperse. Sever!"

Holding the sword with both hands, Lin Ye aimed at the blood-red cotton thread and chopped down fiercely.

"Clang—"

The copper coin sword struck the red thread, producing a hum similar to clashing metal.

Pure Yang True Fire rapidly spread along the red thread.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

A screech like a rat being scalded alive came from inside the red thread, followed by a snap as it snapped completely.

That shadow belonging to Little Chen sprang up from the pedal as if reborn.

Lin Ye moved with quick eyes and hands, pulling a [Soul Gathering Talisman] from his bosom and slapping it directly onto the shadow.

A flash of golden light flashed, and the shadow was successfully sealed into the talisman.

"All done, wrapping up."

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Lin Ye's lips, and he tucked the talisman into his inner pocket.

These five million yuan were securely in his pocket now.

However, the moment that red thread was severed...

A sudden mutation occurred!

The temperature throughout the second-floor workshop suddenly soared strangely.

The originally murky grey mist suddenly turned dark red.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur and the foul stench of charred meat.

The over a hundred charred female ghosts that Lin Ye had forced back into the corners now seemed to sense some terrifying existence.

They all stopped attacking and prostrated themselves on the floor in unison, kowtowing frantically toward the rusty iron door at the end of the workshop.

"The director is here... The director has come to inspect..."

"We didn't slack off! We're still working!"

The female ghosts uttered intensely shrill, mournful pleas.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

A heavy sound of scraping metal and footsteps echoed from behind the rusty iron door at the end of the workshop.

With every step, the entire floor shook violently.

"Bang!"

The thick iron door was kicked flying from the inside by a violent force, smashing heavily into an old machine less than five meters in front of Lin Ye.

Amidst the sky-filling firelight and black smoke...

A behemoth over two meters tall, burning all over with eerie green corpse fire, slowly stepped out.

Its body was pieced together entirely from glowing-red scrap iron and human charred bones.

There were no facial features on its face, only three slits melted out of liquid iron that faintly outlined eyes and a mouth.

Trailing in its hand was a glowing-red chain two meters long and thick as a wrist.

"Was it you... who stole my workers?"

A hoarse, hollow voice rang out from inside the monster's body.

As it spoke, a massive cloud of black smoke mixed with sparks billowed forth.

Lin Ye stood where he was, watching the monster radiating terrifying heatwaves before him.

The soul-fixing mirror in his chest gave off crazy warning vibrations.

This wasn't a ghost.

This was a rare, ferocious creature refined over thirty years in a "Fire-Roasted Yin Furnace Formation," combining the extreme fire poison from that year's blaze with the resentment of the workshop director who locked the door—a [Fire Poison Sha Corpse]!

"Looks like this is the real 'The Big Boss' of this abandoned factory."

Lin Ye tightened his grip on the two magical swords in his hands, the qi of his Pure Yang Dao Body completely locking onto the monster ahead.

The monster slowly raised the red-hot chain in its hand, pointing it at Lin Ye.

"Disrupting production... Die!"