203: Chapter 203 Spicy Ghost Pepper Stir-fried Demon Core

Hearing Leng Yue say these words, Lin Ye felt a warmth in his heart.

He straightened his posture, reached out to pull Leng Yue into his arms, and let her sit on his lap, resting his chin in the crook of her fragrant neck.

"Why talk about something so heavy? My life is extremely tenacious; King Yama's Book of Life and Death probably can't even find my name."

"You, a thousand-year-old vixen, still have to cook for me, warm my bed, and discipline those disobedient little lasses in the future. The good days have just begun, what's the rush?"

Leng Yue was amused into a soft chuckle by him, reaching out to give a moderate pinch at his waist.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a muffled explosion came from the kitchen, followed by a burst of coughing and exclamations.

"Aiya! Sister Helena, move aside! This fire isn't put out like that! Why are you spraying it with that little red tube? That's a dry powder fire extinguisher, it'll dirty my ingredients!"

Frost Star's exasperated voice came from the thick smoke.

"But... Mistress... The fire in this pot has already reached the ceiling! In Western monasteries, encountering demon fire requires extinguishing it with holy water..."

Helena's aggrieved and flustered voice mingled in.

Lin Ye rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly.

He released Leng Yue, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as he reached the doorway, he saw billows of white smoke inside the kitchen.

Frost Star was currently holding a long-handled iron spoon, venting her anger at an iron pot that was burning red-hot.

It was unknown what dark cuisine was being stewed in the pot, emitting a pungent and scorched smell that pierced straight to the crown of one's head.

She tried to use the nether ghost fire within her body to "enhance the flavor" of this pot of dishes, but she didn't control the heat well, directly triggering a small-scale psychic explosion in the pot.

Beside her, Helena was wearing that alluring special nun's uniform, holding a dry powder fire extinguisher in her hands, looking completely at a loss.

"Are the two of you planning to turn the Funeral Shop into a crematorium?"

Lin Ye leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms with an expression of watching a show.

"Brother-in-law!"

Seeing Lin Ye, Frost Star immediately dropped her spatula, pounced over with a face stained into a little calico cat, and complained aggrievedly.

"I wanted to make you some [Spicy Ghost Pepper Stir-Fried Demon Core] to nourish your body, who knew that the iron pot in Great Xia is of such poor quality that it couldn't even withstand my ghost fire!"

Lin Ye's mouth twitched fiercely twice.

Spicy Ghost Pepper Stir-Fried Demon Core?

What kind of netherworld creative recipe is this?

Do you think you're playing some dark raising game?

Eating this thing, let alone nourishing the body, would probably blow up the outhouse tonight.

"Alright, alright, put away your divine powers. The kitchen is a restricted area; from now on, you weapons of mass destruction are forbidden from entering. Go wash your faces, and I'll take you out to eat at a restaurant at noon."

Lin Ye drove the two out of the kitchen like herding ducks, and with a casual wave, a stream of Pure Yang Qi swept all the remaining fire and thick smoke in the kitchen out the window.

...

On the other side.

On the second floor of the Funeral Shop, inside Ayugu's room.

This Miao Territory Saintess was sitting cross-legged on a computer chair, but she wasn't shouting and playing games as usual.

The computer screen displayed an encrypted chat interface.

Beside Ayugu's hand lay the black bamboo tube filled with her natal Gu insects.

At this moment, the Gu insects inside the bamboo tube were emitting an uneasy rustling sound, as if they sensed some kind of fatal threat.

On the chat interface, there were only a few short lines of text.

The sender's IP address had been disguised multiple times, but Ayugu still recognized at a glance that it was a secret code unique to the interior of Miao Territory.

"Saintess, the High Priest has ordered. The dragon veins of the Ten Thousand Mountains have changed, that thing... can't be suppressed much longer."

"Return quickly. Your limit is approaching, do not implicate outsiders."

Looking at these lines of text, on that pretty and lively face, for the first time, she lost her usual carefree and sharp-tongued demeanor.

She bit her lower lip, her fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long time, but ultimately she didn't type a single word and directly unplugged the computer's network cable.

"My limit is approaching..."

Ayugu murmured softly, her gaze looking toward the sunlight of Taiping Old Street outside the window.

Everyone in the world thought that she, this Miao Territory Saintess, had sneaked out to become an undocumented person because she was playful and couldn't bear the hardship of the mountains.

They thought that the uncles and High Priest A-ma who chased after her were only pampering her and yielding to her every whim out of extreme indulgence.

But only Ayugu herself knew.

The Saintess lineage passed down by the Wangu Ancient Tribe for two thousand years had planted within their bodies, from the moment they were born, a "Source Mother Gu" connected to the fortune of Miao Territory's earth veins.

This Gu was both supreme power and a vicious curse.

Throughout the generations of Saintesses, not a single one had ever lived past twenty-five.

Once the limit was reached, they would be counter-bitten by the Mother Gu, turning into sacrifices for those ancient monsters and evil spirits beneath the earth of Miao Territory, using their physical bodies to fill the seal.

Ayugu was already twenty-four years and eight months old this year.

She fled the Ten Thousand Mountains, escaped to Jiangzhou, and shamelessly lingered at Lins Funeral Shop.

At first, she truly wanted to find a glimmer of hope in this mysterious boss who possessed the Pure Yang Dao Body, to see if she could use that extremely rigid and extremely yang power to resolve the curse within her body.

But as they spent this period of time together,

she began to yearn for the warmth filled with the aura of mortal life here.

"I can't stay here anymore..."

Ayugu clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

"The scumbags of Eagle Country and the monsters of Eastern Seas were already enough to annoy him. If the thing inside my body erupts again... it will completely destroy the Funeral Shop."

She took a deep breath, preciously tucked the black bamboo tube on the desk into her bosom, and a trace of resolute determination flashed across the depths of her eyes...

Jiangzhou City, Jiangzhou Traffic Broadcasting Station.

The radio station was located on the twenty-seventh floor of the Broadcasting Building in the city center.

Lao Chen, the host of the late-night segment Midnight Listening, was currently sitting in the broadcasting room.

Although it was ten o'clock in the morning and he didn't need to broadcast live, he was organizing last night's audience recording materials, preparing to edit a special program about "the psychological state of the public after the revival of spiritual anomalies."

The studio's soundproofing was extremely good, so quiet that only the sound of mouse clicks could be heard.

Lao Chen wore monitoring headphones, playing a hotline recording that came in at 3:00 AM last night.

The recording quality had some rustling static noise.

"Hello... Is Teacher Chen there?"

A middle-aged man's voice that sounded extremely exhausted rang out in the headphones.

"I'm here. This audience friend, what perplexities do you want to pour out? Now that the state has announced the truth, there's no need to be afraid. If you have any problems, speak up boldly."

In the recording, Lao Chen comforted with his signature warm voice.

"Teacher Chen... I had a dream."

The man's voice became lower and lower, as if he were speaking right against the microphone.

"I dreamed of a city, a city entirely composed of pure white light and geometric lines. There was no sound, no living people, only countless tightly closed doors."

Hearing this, Lao Chen sitting in front of the computer frowned.

This description neither resembled the traditional Eastern netherworld nor did it look like a hallucination from bumping into an evil spirit.

The recording continued.

"I walked up to a door, and on that door, a white pigeon with closed eyes was drawn. I felt very curious, so I... I pushed the door open."

The man's voice suddenly became sharp, carrying a terrifying ecstasy!

"Teacher Chen! Behind the door, it's all angels! They don't have faces! They asked me to join them! I agreed!"

"I feel amazing right now! My body is glowing! I'm also going to turn into light! Hhahahaha!"

The recording stopped here, the man's wild laughter abruptly cutting off.

Then came a "buzzing" sound similar to some kind of high-frequency microwave.

This sound lasted for a full dozen seconds, and then the phone was hung up.

Lao Chen took off his headphones and rubbed his swollen temples.

"What kind of messy nonsense is this? It's probably some delusional patient whose mind has been stimulated."

He muttered a sentence, preparing to directly delete this recording.

However,

just at the moment his finger was about to press the left mouse button, he suddenly stopped his movement.

Lao Chen stared blankly at the computer screen before him, his eyes turning hollow.

In his mind, the scene described by the man in the recording just now began to play automatically out of control!

A pure white geometric city.

Tightly closed doors.

The pattern of a pigeon with closed eyes drawn on it.

"Push it open... Push it open..."

A voice that completely blurred male and female echoed deep within Lao Chen's mind.

Lao Chen's hands left the keyboard, held stiffly in mid-air, making a motion of "pushing open a door".

"Click."

A crisp sound of a door opening resounded out of thin air in the enclosed broadcasting room.

The next second.

Lao Chen's body, starting from his fingertips, turned into white light sand bit by bit!

He did not emit any miserable screams, a look of ecstatic smile on his face.

In a mere three seconds,

a living human being completely turned into a pile of white gravel under the broadcasting room's surveillance camera, scattering across the office chair.

And at the same time,

the recording file stored on the computer hard drive automatically activated its background transmission program.

It turned into a bizarre electromagnetic wave imperceptible to the naked eye, silently spreading in all directions across Jiangzhou City along the signal transmission tower of the Broadcasting Building.

This was a naturally generated rule-based anomaly — [White City Nightmare's Gospel]!

Anyone who heard this "Gospel" and constructed the image of "White City" in their minds would be forcibly dragged into that different dimensional space composed of high-dimensional concepts, and their physical bodies in reality would completely disintegrate into light sand.

...

Taiping Old Street, Funeral Shop.

Lin Ye had just finished changing his clothes.

Suddenly, the smile on his face instantly froze.

He keenly captured a trace of unusual fluctuation in the air.

At this moment, the Feng Shui magnetic field of the entire Taiping Old Street produced a slight distortion.

Lin Ye stopped his footsteps and turned his head to look outside the window.

He saw that on the old street, an elderly sanitation worker who was sweeping the floor suddenly stopped moving, looking hollowly at the empty old locust tree ahead.