31: Chapter 31 Sister

"Tap, tap, tap."

Along with the crisp sounds, two breathtaking figures slowly walked down from the second floor.

Walking in front was Leng Yue, wearing a grey tight-fitting knitted long dress.

She casually pinned her silver-white long hair behind her head with a wooden hairpin, a few scattered strands of hair hanging beside her slender swan-like neck.

There was no superfluous expression on her stunning face, and her deep red eyes swept indifferently over the crowd on the first floor.

Following behind Leng Yue was Frost Star, wearing a black Lolita dress.

The little girl was holding an unfinished old-fashioned popsicle in her hand, her heterochromatic pupils rolling around, a trace of an elusive, morbid smile hanging at the corners of her mouth.

The moment these two women appeared, the air in the Funeral Shop seemed to freeze instantly.

Taking the brunt of it was A-Biao, the master of internal martial arts.

People who had practiced martial arts for years had a sensitivity to aura that reached the ultimate peak.

Just at the instant Leng Yue's red eyes swept across him, A-Biao only felt a loud "buzz" in his brain, and a sea of corpses and blood seemed to appear before his eyes.

That was an absolute hierarchical suppression originating from the depths of the soul!

The aura unconsciously emitted by the half-step Drought Demon was no different from Mount Tai pressing down upon a mortal martial artist.

"Thud!"

A-Biao's knees softened, his robust body completely out of control, and he heavily knelt to the ground.

Large drops of cold sweat rolled down from his forehead, he panted heavily, and his eyes were filled with extreme horror and despair.

He didn't even have the courage to raise his head and look directly at Leng Yue.

Patriarch Song Zhenguo was startled by this sudden turn of events and took a step back.

Although he did not practice martial arts and couldn't truly experience that terrifying pressure, the fact that even his most capable bodyguard knelt to the ground instantly was enough to show the terror of these two women.

"Husband."

Leng Yue walked straight to Lin Ye's side with a calm pace.

She casually picked up the teapot on the counter and filled a cup of hot tea for Lin Ye.

In every gesture, she exuded the mature charm of someone untainted by the mortal world.

Frost Star took a bite of her popsicle, leaned close to Lin Ye, stared fixedly at Patriarch Song Zhenguo's throbbing carotid artery with her blood-red right eye, and muttered in a soft, tender voice:

"Brother-in-law, the blood on this old grandfather is so sour, it smells like rotten wood, Frost Star doesn't want to eat him."

Childish words spoken without inhibitions, but falling into Patriarch Song Zhenguo's ears, they were like life-summoning demonic sounds.

The old man had dominated the business world for decades, but at this moment he felt a chill down his spine, and his legs trembled faintly.

Lin Ye picked up the tea cup, unhurriedly blew on the steam, and looked at Patriarch Song Zhenguo with a smile:

"Old Master Song, do not panic. These two are my family members and assistants. The little girl speaks without thinking, please don't take offense."

Family members?!

Patriarch Song Zhenguo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

To be able to keep women of such unfathomable strength—whose aura alone could suppress a martial arts grandmaster—by his side as "assistants," just what kind of sacred being was this young Boss Lin?

At this moment, Patriarch Song Zhenguo's awe towards Lin Ye had reached its peak.

He knew he had found the right person this time.

"Master Lin is too polite."

Patriarch Song Zhenguo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tremblingly pulled out a gilded business card with an address written on it from his pocket, and respectfully placed it on the counter.

"The West Mountain ancestral residence has a remote terrain. If Master Lin accepts this matter, at three o'clock this afternoon, this old man will send a special car to pick you up."

"Alright, I'll take this order, and we will depart on time this afternoon."

Lin Ye nodded and pocketed the black card containing the ten-million deposit.

Patriarch Song Zhenguo felt immensely relieved and thanked him repeatedly.

Afterwards, supporting the weak-limbed bodyguard A-Biao, he fled the Funeral Shop as if escaping.

Watching that black Hongqi sedan speed away into the distance, the Funeral Shop fell into a brief silence.

"Holy shit! Yezi! Pinch me, am I dreaming!"

Fatty Wang suddenly jumped up, grabbed Lin Ye's shoulders, and shook him wildly.

"Ten million! This fucking is a ten-million deposit! Adding last night's five million, you brat are now a multi-millionaire! Tonight, we definitely have to go to Shengshi Huangchao to open a booth and order ten top-tier girls to celebrate!"

Fatty Wang was completely unaware of the approaching danger and was still there counting on his fingers to plan the itinerary:

"I'm telling you, Yezi, that new batch of resident girls at Shengshi Huangchao have skin as white as Sister-in-law Frost Star... Bah, of course they can't compare to my sisters-in-law! But we're just looking for some fun, right?"

He spoke with spittle flying everywhere, completely failing to notice that two meters behind him, Frost Star had silently drawn that dim-blue bone knife.

The blade turned a circle in the morning light, and the reflected spot of light happened to land on the symmetrical positions of Fatty Wang's lower back, precisely marking the coordinates of his two kidneys.

Leng Yue did not move; she simply turned her red pupils half an inch towards Fatty Wang.

An upside-down teacup on the counter suddenly gave a "click" sound, cracking with a cobweb-like fine line.

The sound was not loud, but it was more effective than any warning.

Frost Star tilted her head and scraped her nails with that bone knife. The sound of her nails scraping across the blade's surface was sharp and piercing, like a cat's claws scratching glass.

She began to inch step by step behind Fatty Wang, her steps as small as a game of hopscotch, while humming an out-of-tune, strange nursery rhyme.

Fatty Wang didn't know what had happened, only feeling two gazes capable of freezing the soul locked onto him.

"Looking for... looking for girls? Brother Fatty, do you think our bone knives are sharp?"

Frost Star asked sweetly.

Fatty Wang shivered all over and instantly changed his words:

"No, no, no! I mean go to the vegetable market to buy ten top-grade large hens to stew soup for my sisters-in-law to nourish their bodies! Um, Yezi, the tenant upstairs has a leaking water pipe, I'll go back to fix the pipe first, and I'll be your driver this afternoon!"

Fatty Wang wiped away cold sweat, greased the soles of his feet, and scurried out of the shop.

Lin Ye shook his head helplessly and chanted silently in his heart to claim the reward.

"Ding! Husband points +200, current points: 1450. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Taoist magical artifact [dragon seeking ruler]."

Inside the system space, a dragon seeking ruler made entirely of bronze with complex constellation totems engraved on its surface floated quietly.

This item was the supreme treasure of the Feng Shui principle-qi faction, capable of accurately detecting the trend of earth veins and Yin-Yang malevolent qi.

With this magical artifact, the trip to West Mountain this afternoon would have an extra bit of confidence.

"Husband, the aura on that old man is tainted with heavy death qi."

Leng Yue turned around and tidied up Lin Ye's slightly disheveled collar.

Her movements were gentle, her fingertips inadvertently brushing across Lin Ye's jaw, bringing a comforting, slight coolness.

"Mhm, that Dragon-Severing Malice is no small matter. The earth veins are broken, resentment breeds, and the Song family's ancestral residence has probably now become a forbidden zone for the living."

Lin Ye grabbed Leng Yue's wrist and smoothly pulled her closer by a few inches.

"For this trip this afternoon, our whole family is dispatching."

"Yay! There's delicious food again!"

Frost Star raised her hands and cheered.

Ever since this girl resolved her corpse poison and stepped into the realm of the Nether Corpse King, her desire for those high-tier evil entities had become increasingly intense, turning her into a gluttonous little rice bucket.

Lin Ye turned around and walked toward the locker behind the counter, beginning to take inventory of his equipment.

A lightning-struck peach wood sword, water-ground cinnabar, twenty newly drawn Three Yang Subtle Fire Talismans, and the Profound-tier magical artifact dragon seeking ruler just obtained.

Leng Yue stood quietly to the side, watching Lin Ye methodically pack these magical artifacts into a black tactical canvas bag.

She didn't say much, walking silently to the side, taking out several packets of high-age medicinal herbs from the refrigerator, and carefully packing them into a small bag for any unexpected needs.

Sunlight completely illuminated Taiping Old Street, driving away the gloom inside the Funeral Shop by a few points.

Lin Ye shouldered the canvas bag, looked at the two peerlessly beautiful zombie wives beside him, and a confident smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go, and go meet that severed dragon."