143: Chapter 143 The Uninvited Guest

Sanitation workers pushed cleaning carts, leisurely sweeping away the fallen leaves on the road.

Last night's bizarre crimson blood rain left not a trace behind, as if it were all just a bizarre and surreal dream.

Inside Lins Funeral Shop's lobby.

Lin Ye leaned back on the leather sofa, legs crossed, his fingers gently rubbing the rim of a white porcelain teacup.

Fatty Wang walked out from the backyard holding a tablet, the flesh on his face bunching up with a smile, looking like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Ms. Jiang and that cameraman have already been sent back in a dedicated car."

Fatty Wang placed the tablet on the tea table.

Lin Ye took a sip of Mingqian Longjing, the fragrance of the tea spreading between his lips and teeth.

"Those rats hiding in the shadows of the Yellow Springs Market won't dare to come to Jiangzhou to stir up trouble anytime soon."

"That blow Leng Yue smashed across the telephone line last night is enough for that operator to lie in the netherworld for over half a year."

A thunderous display of methods, coupled with Leng Yue's ultimate coercion, directly shattered the opponent's arrogant aura to pieces.

"Brother-in-law!"

At this moment, the elevator door leading to the underground quiet room opened with a "ding."

Frost Star ran out barefooted with tender little feet, wearing a loose cartoon nightgown.

Her silver-blue pigtails swayed back and forth with her steps, her heterochromatic pupils filled with grievance.

She threw herself directly into Lin Ye's arms, rubbing her small face back and forth against Lin Ye's chest.

"The basement is so boring, the bones have no taste anymore. Frost Star wants to go out to play, wants to eat candied haws, wants to eat fried chicken, and also wants new clothes!"

The yandere little loli skillfully began to act spoiled.

Following closely out of the elevator was Leng Yue.

Today she wasn't wearing her iconic black trench coat, but only slipped on one of Lin Ye's oversized white men's shirts.

The hem of the shirt just barely covered the base of her thighs, exposing two straight, slender, and blindingly white legs to the air.

Her ankle-length silver hair was draped casually, paired with those dark golden eyes, exuding a lazy and fatal temptation.

Leng Yue walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Lin Ye.

She didn't make a fuss like Frost Star, but simply reached out two cold, slender fingers, gently pinching the cuff of Lin Ye's shirt and giving it a couple of tugs.

"Husband."

Her cold, clear voice carried a hint of anticipation that only Lin Ye could understand.

"The bonus we agreed on. I want silk pajamas."

Lin Ye looked at the two top-tier ominous entities, one big and one small, and smiled helplessly.

Continuous high-intensity magical battles and dealing with bizarre incidents truly required some relaxation.

Lins Funeral Shop's accounts currently sat with hundreds of millions in cash; money was earned precisely to be spent.

He put down the teacup, stood up, and patted the wrinkles on his clothes.

"Fatty Wang, prepare the car. Notify Jiangzhou's most upscale Hang Lung Plaza, and have them clear the top-floor haute couture women's clothing section and dessert shop for me. Today's entire consumption, Boss Lin will foot the bill."

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Got it! Shopping spree mode activated!"

Half an hour later.

The black george patton off-road vehicle steadily parked in the VIP underground passage of Jiangzhou Hang Lung Plaza.

The mall's general manager, leading a row of uniformed security personnel, had been waiting by the elevator entrance early on. Seeing Lin Ye's group get out of the car, the general manager's waist instantly bent to ninety degrees.

Fatty Wang had directly wired a million yuan in advance payment to the mall's account just moments ago; these days, whoever possessed absolute cash flow was the boss.

"Hello, Mr. Lin. The top floor area has been completely cleared, and all seasonal haute couture styles from top brands are fully prepared for you."

The general manager led the way with a face full of smiles.

The group took the exclusive elevator straight to the top floor.

As soon as Frost Star stepped out of the elevator, her heterochromatic pupils were instantly attracted by the macarons in the display case of a high-end dessert shop.

"I want to eat those colorful cookies!"

Frost Star pointed at the freezer display case.

Fatty Wang waved his hand grandly: "Manager, take all the desserts in those freezers and send them to the rest area. Don't starve our little great-aunt."

Lin Ye let Fatty Wang take Frost Star to sweep up snacks, while he himself brought Leng Yue into an Italian top-tier luxury lingerie and sleepwear specialty counter.

There were no other customers in the store, and several sales assistants stood in a row, lowering their heads and not daring to look too much.

Leng Yue's aura was simply too strong.

Today she had changed into a body-hugging black hip-wrap skirt, layered with a minimalist beige long trench coat.

That aloof queenly aura of keeping strangers at a distance and viewing all living beings as mere grass suppressed these sales assistants—who were accustomed to wealthy madwives—so much that they couldn't even breathe evenly.

But in front of Lin Ye, Leng Yue was like a thoroughly tamed Persian cat.

"Go pick out a few pieces you like."

Lin Ye pointed to the silk pajamas on the rack that had pitifully little fabric yet cost as high as six figures.

Leng Yue nodded obediently and walked up to the clothing rack.

Her slender fingers gently brushed across those silky fabrics, and finally she picked out two sets of lace silk robes spliced in deep black and dark red, turning around and walking toward the fitting room.

"Husband, the straps on this clothing are very complicated. I don't know how to tie them."

Leng Yue stopped at the entrance of the fitting room and turned her head back.

Her dark golden eyes stared straight at Lin Ye, her tone still cold and clear, yet a very faint blush appeared on her peerless face.

"Come in and help me."

A bad smile hooked the corner of Lin Ye's mouth.

Ever since this Millennium Drought Demon gained human emotional cognition, her methods of contrast and tension had become increasingly proficient.

He didn't refuse, put one hand in his pocket, strode into the fitting room, and locked the door behind him with a reverse hand motion.

The sales assistants outside looked at each other, their cheeks flushing red, and quickly retreated outside the store to stand guard, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The space inside the fitting room was large, and the lighting was dim and ambiguous.

Leng Yue had already taken off her trench coat, her back facing Lin Ye.

The lines of her back were impeccably perfect. Her butterfly blades protruded slightly beneath her cold, white skin.

Lin Ye stepped forward.

He wrapped both hands around Leng Yue's slender waist, his fingertips touching the cold and silky silk fabric, and slowly tied the straps.

Leng Yue leaned against Lin Ye's chest naturally.

She turned her head, her red lips slightly parted.

Her cool breath puffed against Lin Ye's chin.

She hooked her hands around Lin Ye's neck and stood on tiptoe.

Lin Ye tightened his embrace around her waist, responding to this ultimate tenderness.

Pure Yang True Qi circulated between their lips and teeth, bringing a wave of numbing pleasure.

After a long period of tenderness.

Leng Yue leaned in Lin Ye's arms, steadying her breathing. She looked down at the exceptionally tailored black silk pajamas on her body, quite satisfied with the soft touch brought by the fabric.

"Husband, should we buy this entire store?"

She used the most flat tone to speak the most domineering words.

"If you like, we can buy the entire mall."

Just as Lin Ye was about to push open the fitting room door.

Leng Yue's movements suddenly paused, her dark golden eyes instantly recovering their iciness, and a gleam of vigilance flashed across the depths of her eyes.

She tilted her head, her gaze piercing through the wooden door of the fitting room and looking at the hallway outside.

"What is it?"

Lin Ye sensed the change in the aura and asked softly.

"There are living people outside, but the taste of their fate is very strange."

Leng Yue frowned slightly, a trace of disgust evident in her tone.

Lin Ye took the opportunity to push open the fitting room door, pulling Leng Yue out with him.

Outside the store, an emaciated old man wearing a Tang suit and sunglasses had appeared out of nowhere.

The old man leaned on a pitch-black blind cane, standing right outside the dessert shop.

The bottom of the blind cane tapped rhythmically against the marble floor.

"Tap. Tap. Tap."

Frost Star was sitting on the sofa eating macarons in large bites. Hearing the sound, she stopped her movements, her heterochromatic pupils staring fixedly at that old man.

She held half a piece of dessert in her hand, cream still smeared at the corner of her mouth, but her petite body instinctively tensed up.

Fatty Wang also sensed that something was wrong, and immediately reached his hand inside his suit, gripping the fierce deboning knife given to him by Lin Ye.

Lin Ye walked out of the counter, looking coldly at the blind old man.

The old man stopped the action of tapping his blind cane.

He turned his head, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses seeming capable of seeing.

"Manager Lin, this old man pays his respects."

The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his voice raspy as if scraping on sandpaper.

From the wide cuffs of his Tang suit, he slowly pulled out an old envelope with yellowish edges, pinching it between two fingers.

"Someone entrusted me to deliver a confidential letter. The price offered was extremely high, and this old man couldn't shirk it, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and make a trip to Jiangzhou."

Lin Ye narrowed his eyes.

His gaze did not look at the letter, but instead fell on the old man's right hand holding the blind cane.

On the back of that hand was tattooed a bizarre pattern.

A blood-dripping shovel.

Mud and Water Travelers?

The grave-robbing faction from the Southwest specializing in underwater tombs.

Lin Ye had once incorporated this group of people on the outer periphery of the Ten Thousand Gu Demon Cave.

But the aura on this old man was far more unfathomable than that of Second Master Lei's group.

"Delivering a letter?"

Lin Ye held Leng Yue's hand, stepping on the smooth marble floor tiles, walking leisurely toward the blind old man.

He did not emit any murderous intent, but the invisible coercion belonging to the Pure Yang Dao Body quietly enveloped the entire hallway with every step he took.

The blind old man's hand holding the blind cane trembled slightly.

He acutely sensed this terrifying aura.

The old man didn't dare to be arrogant, immediately clamping the blind cane under his arm, cupping his fists with both hands, and making a deep bow.

"Manager Lin, please don't misunderstand. This old man is Blind Chen, the previous generation's family head of the Southwest Mud and Water Travelers."

"Coming here today, I'm purely taking someone's money to run an errand, and absolutely have no intention of offending Lins Funeral Shop's rules."

Blind Chen put on a very low profile.

Ever since Second Master Lei's group was completely incorporated by Lin Ye on the outer periphery of the Ten Thousand Gu Demon Cave, and after witnessing Lin Ye's terrifying method of soloing the Headless Corpse General, the Mud and Water Travelers had long since issued a death order internally: Better provoke King Yama, than touch Lin Ye.