201: Chapter 201 Containment Items of the Eagle Nation

Night fell once more.

The streetlights on Taiping Old Street emitted a dim and dreary halo.

Ever since the global supernatural revival, this place at night felt like a dead city forgotten by the world, where not even half an insect's chirp could be heard.

Lin Ye sat on the master chair in the front hall of the Lins Funeral Shop, with a freshly brewed pot of Dahongpao placed before him.

Leng Yue sat quietly by his side, holding an ancient text in her hands, too lazy to even lift her eyelids.

To the Millennium Drought Demon, whatever rules or non-rules there might be, if anything dared to appear before her, she would simply burn it to nothingness with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

As for Frost Star, she was yawning out of sheer boredom. The Nether Empress's proud and delicate body lay slumped across the table, a pair of fair, slender jade legs dangling in mid-air.

"Brother-in-law, why isn't that clown box thing here yet? I'm getting sleepy."

Frost Star rubbed her eyes.

"If it turns into a toy, can I eat it? The crispy kind?"

"Watch out for indigestion."

Lin Ye poked her forehead with exasperation.

Right at that moment,

"Whoosh!"

A chilly wind seeped in through the crack of the door.

Outside on the street, a layer of grayish-white fog began to spread.

The fog quickly enveloped Lins Funeral Shop.

The scenery outside the window was completely cut off, as if the entire shop had been dragged into a different dimension.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of yin-malevolent Qi in this fog, only a twisted sense of oppression.

"Ding-dong… Ding-dong-dong…"

It's here!

The eerie melody of a music box suddenly sounded outside the glass doors of the Funeral Shop.

That sound seemed to ignore physical soundproofing, echoing directly deep within everyone's minds. It carried a strong psychological suggestion, constantly urging one's subconscious to open that door.

Helena stood behind Lin Ye, trembling all over. A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and her body began to step forward uncontrollably.

This kind of rule-based cognitive pollution had immense lethality for her, someone who had once practiced Western magic!

"Awaken!"

Lin Ye let out a cold shout, lightly tapping his finger on the tabletop.

A surge of Pure Yang Qi transformed into a sound wave, directly shattering the decadent music in Helena's mind.

Helena snapped out of her trance, breaking out in a cold sweat as she hurriedly retreated behind Lin Ye.

"These foreign gadgets really know how to brainwash people."

Lin Ye sneered, remaining securely seated in his chair.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Three crisp knocks sounded on the glass door.

Accompanied by the knocking, the grayish-white fog outside the door churned violently.

At the height of the peephole, a huge clown mask faintly emerged.

The corners of the mask's mouth split almost to its earlobes, and its hollow eye sockets stared fixedly inside the shop.

"Sir, open the door and sign for your happiness…"

That hoarse, seductive voice exploded in everyone's minds once again.

This was the killing rule of [Containment Object - 042]: hear the music, hear three knocks, open the door.

As long as these three conditions were met, no matter who it was, they would be forcibly obliterated by that twisted rule, turning into soulless wind-up dolls.

"Brother-in-law, I'll go open the door for it, and then hack it to pieces with a single slash!"

Frost Star was eager to try, grabbing the dark blue bone knife on the table as she wanted to rush outside.

With her constitution as the Nether Corpse King, she wasn't afraid of any curses at all.

"Come back."

Lin Ye grabbed Frost Star by the collar and pulled her back into his arms.

"What's the use of hacking it? This thing is merely a dropped medium; the puppet master behind it is hiding in the dark watching the show."

"Since they like playing with rules, I'll set some new rules for them today!"

Lin Ye stood up and walked to the center of the hall, golden light flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Heaven and Earth mysterious sect, root of all Qi!"

"Five Elements, Yin and Yang, obey my decree!"

Lin Ye heavily stamped his right foot on the bluestone floor!

"On this land of Great Xia, a door isn't something you can knock on just because you want to!"

Lin Ye brought his sword fingers together, using the void as paper and Pure Yang True Blood as ink, swiftly drawing a complex, ancient Eastern Daoist rune in mid-air—the [Qimen Reversed Eight Trigrams Formation]!

"Go!"

Lin Ye flicked his finger.

That blood-red Daoist rune instantly merged into the glass door of the Funeral Shop.

Outside the door, that clown mask was still untiringly chanting, "Please open the door."

But the next second, a sudden change occurred!

Under the effect of the [Qimen Reversed Eight Trigrams Formation], the spatial concepts inside and outside the door of the Funeral Shop were forcibly reversed!

This meant that the Eagle Country S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was originally hiding in the dark suddenly became the "person who heard the knocking sound" in terms of rule judgment!

"Bzzzt!!"

A harsh sound of current short-circuiting came from the air.

The eerie music box music outside the door abruptly halted.

Immediately after,

in a dark alley three hundred meters away from the Funeral Shop,

an Eagle Country white agent wearing an optical stealth suit and holding a tactical control terminal had his pupils violently contract.

He discovered in terror that on the screen of the control terminal in his hand, the red dot representing [Containment Object - 042] had locked directly onto him!

"No… This is impossible! He clearly didn't open the door! How could he possibly reverse the rules and laws of the containment object?!"

The agent let out a shrill scream.

He wanted to run, but his body had already completely stiffened.

"Click, click, click…"

His skin rapidly turned into pale porcelain.

His internal organs were instantly replaced by gears and springs.

In mere five seconds,

this top agent, whom S.H.I.E.L.D. had placed high hopes on, had turned into a lifelike porcelain puppet.

And before his death, he still maintained an expression of extreme terror and incomprehension.

Inside the Funeral Shop,

the grayish-white fog outside the door receded like a tide.

That eerie clown mask also emitted an unbearable shattering sound, turning into a pile of powder on the ground.

"Is that it?"

Lin Ye clapped his hands, looking at the clear night sky outside the door, and curled his lips with a trace of ennui.

"I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. could pull out some heaven-destroying high tech, but after all this time, they bring a lousy music box just to disgust people."

"Defeating magic with magic, and exploiting the bugs of rules with rules—when our ancestors were playing with the Eight Trigrams Formation, they were still swinging on trees."

He turned his head and looked at Helena and Ayugu, who were full of adoration, and stylishly tossed his hair.

"See that? This is what we call high-tier gameplay. Using your brain in a fight is always more effective than using your fists."

Leng Yue stepped forward, her dark golden eyes filled with an unbreakable tenderness and pride.

"My husband's Daoist magic is naturally unmatched in this world, but these foreign scoundrels repeatedly coming to commit offenses are truly a mood spoiler. Shall I go out and burn all the rats hiding in this Jiangzhou City?"

"No need to rush."

Lin Ye sneered, casting his gaze toward the night sky.

"This unlucky ghost is merely a cannon fodder scout. Since S.H.I.E.L.D. has invested heavily to sneak into Jiangzhou, they definitely brought more than just this one toy."