29: Chapter 29 The Real Big Business

" I choose B! "

After making his choice, Lin Ye neatly took off his black jacket and threw it aside.

Then, he crossed his hands and pulled off the white T-shirt he was wearing underneath.

It was late in the night in early autumn, and a cool breeze was blowing.

Lin Ye was bare-chested, his sturdy muscle lines clearly visible under the flashlight's beam.

This T-shirt had been through the fierce battle at The Fourth Psychiatric Hospital with him, covered in sweat, and more importantly, soaked in the aura of his Pure Yang Dao Body.

Without hesitation, Lin Ye balled up the white T-shirt and stuffed it into the groove in the center of the patio, which was reserved as the formation eye.

" Heaven produces water, Earth brings it to completion. Yin and Yang reversed, gathering Qi into an abyss! Activate! "

Lin Ye stomped his foot, formed a complex Daoist hand seal with both hands, and shot a stream of True Qi into the formation eye.

" Hum! "

Accompanied by a low hum, the ground of the entire patio seemed to come alive.

The octagonal formation disk drawn in cinnabar instantly erupted with a dazzling red light.

Immediately after, the night wind from all directions suddenly stalled.

The stray, fragmented Yin Qi underground in the old district of Jiangzhou City seemed to be pulled by some irresistible force, surging toward the backyard of the Funeral Shop like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

In the originally empty patio, a faint white mist visible to the naked eye quickly spread.

This white mist was not bone-chillingly cold; instead, it carried a touch of warmth like jade.

Even more miraculously, upon touching the white T-shirt at the formation eye, this white mist became tainted with a trace of the faint masculine aura belonging to Lin Ye.

With the blending of Yin and Yang, this backyard turned into a blessed spot suitable for zombies to live and recuperate.

" Done. "

Lin Ye patted the dust off his hands with satisfaction and turned to walk up the iron stairs.

Just as he pushed open the door to the second-floor bedroom, Lin Ye froze.

The two ladies in the room were currently closing their eyes, breathing deeply in intoxication.

After the formation started running, the entire second floor was filled with that warm, Yin mist carrying Lin Ye's aura.

Frost Star was hugging a down pillow, her little face flushed.

" ... "

" ... "

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Leng Yue opened her eyes.

The golden-red light in her eyes shimmered as she looked at the bare-chested Lin Ye, her gaze instantly becoming gentle.

" Husband, you have put in much effort. Such a formation is truly ingenious. For me to cultivate here is worth ten times the effect of that Extreme Yin Corpse Raising Ground. " Leng Yue stood up and walked to Lin Ye.

She reached out her jade-like hand, took another clean shirt hanging on the nearby coat rack, and virtuously draped it over Lin Ye's shoulders, buttoning the collar for him.

" Don't catch a cold, Husband. "

Looking at the stunning face close at hand and smelling the cold fragrance emanating from her, a sense of indescribable accomplishment rose in Lin Ye's heart.

" As long as you are comfortable living here, that's all that matters. "

Lin Ye took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist and lead her to the bed.

" After a whole day and night of tossing and turning, hurry up and sleep. Tomorrow, we still need to go buy some new furniture for this empty shop. "

" Mm. "

Leng Yue nodded obediently and lifted a corner of the thin quilt.

Lin Ye climbed onto the three-meter-wide super-large bed.

On the left was the Mutated little Corpse King, Frost Star, who was fast asleep and wrapped around him with both hands and feet.

On the right was the semi-step Drought Demon, Leng Yue, lying on her side with eyes as gentle as water.

Listening to the occasional chirping of insects outside the window, Lin Ye closed his eyes.

With five million in his bank card, possessing profound Daoist techniques, and accompanied by two peerless female zombies.

This life, he had finally made it.

Lin Ye slept more sweetly than ever before.

There was no bone-chilling torture, no life-or-death crisis, only endless peace and softness...

The next morning.

Bright sunlight spilled onto Lin Ye's face through the gaps in the curtains.

Lin Ye stretched, his bones making a comfortable popping sound.

After a night of breathing and recovery, the Pure Yang Qi in his body had replenished his meridians.

The two women beside him were still fast asleep.

The daytime sunlight was still a bit harsh for them, so they instinctively snuggled closer to Lin Ye, this " constant temperature furnace. "

Lin Ye carefully withdrew his arm and got out of bed to wash up.

As soon as he walked to the shop on the first floor, he heard a burst of urgent knocking on the rolling shutter door outside.

" Night! Open the door, Night! We've made a fortune, are you opening the door or not! "

Fatty Wang's raspy voice echoed over Taiping Old Street.

Lin Ye walked over and pulled up the rolling shutter with a " clatter. "

The crisp morning air poured into the shop.

Outside the door, Fatty Wang was wearing a flashy floral shirt, carrying two steaming cages of crab roe soup dumplings, the fat on his face trembling violently with excitement.

" Night! What you did at The Fourth Psychiatric Hospital last night has gone viral in the entire Jiangzhou City metaphysics circle! "

As soon as Fatty Wang entered, he couldn't wait to slap the dumplings on the counter, spitting as he spoke.

" Now, everyone outside is saying that a living immortal has appeared on Taiping Old Street, who smashed a master of the Yinshan Sect with one palm and took down an A-grade Mutated Blood Zombie King with one move of thunder magic! "

Fatty leaned closer to Lin Ye, lowered his voice, his eyes glowing:

" Brother, give me the inside scoop. That stunning woman in the black trench coat who followed you last night... is she your wife? "

" That aura was simply incredible! Young Master Qin called me this morning, saying he would pay two million just to see your wife once... "

After listening, Lin Ye's face instantly dropped.

He picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into Fatty's mouth, blocking his incessant chatter.

" Tell Young Master Qin to give up that idea as soon as possible. " Lin Ye sneered, " If my wife were to see him even once, his two million wouldn't even be enough to buy a coffin. "

Just at this moment.

Outside the Funeral Shop, a low-key black Hongqi car suddenly stopped.

The car door opened, and an old man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, with a full head of silver hair and an imposing manner, stepped out of the car slowly, leaning on a precious golden silk nanmu cane.

The old man looked up at the dilapidated plaque that read " Lin's Funeral Shop, " his eyes unfathomably deep.

" The rumors are true indeed. The grandson left behind by Old Man Lin is truly a Pure Yang Dao Body manifested in the world. "

The old man muttered to himself, then stepped into the shop.

Lin Ye looked at this uninvited old man, his brows slightly furrowed.

He didn't feel any spiritual energy fluctuations from this old man, but the bodyguard behind him was a bona fide internal martial arts master.

" Sir, are you here to buy burial clothes or paper effigies? " Lin Ye asked calmly.

The old man smiled slightly, thumping his cane on the ground, making a crisp sound.

" I am not here to buy things for the dead. I have come to ask Boss Lin to take action and save a living person. "

" I know the rules. "

The old man took out an exquisite black bank card from his pocket and gently pushed it onto the counter.

" There is ten million inside. As long as Boss Lin can break the formation at my ancestral home, this money is just the deposit. "

Lin Ye looked at the black card, his heart skipped a beat.

Ten million? A deposit?

This, damn it, is what you call a real big deal!