32: Chapter 32 The Dragon-Seeking Ruler Moves

Three o'clock in the afternoon, during the Hour of Shen.

A spacious black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon was smoothly driving along the winding mountain road leading to the western suburbs of Jiangzhou City.

Fatty Wang gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his broad forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat.

This car was brazenly borrowed from a certain second-generation rich fair-weather friend.

In his own words, when running errands for the richest person, the front must not be compromised; driving a beat-up Jetta over there would mean not even being able to enter the front gate.

Lin Ye sat in the passenger seat, lowering the window halfway, letting the cool early autumn breeze blow through the stray hairs on his forehead.

In the back seat, the two female zombies were sitting quietly.

Leng Yue had changed into an exquisitely textured black trench coat, layered over a high-necked cashmere sweater.

This attire wrapped her breathtaking curves tightly, yet it further set off a cold, ascetic vibe that kept living beings at a distance.

She wore a pair of oversized sunglasses, concealing her deep red eyes.

Her long silver-white hair was coiled at the back of her head with a jade hairpin, sitting upright on the leather seat like a cold and gorgeous plutocrat heiress traveling incognito.

Frost Star, on the other hand, leaned against the car window, her odd-colored eyes curiously examining the trees rapidly retreating outside.

After stepping into the realm of the Nether Corpse King, the chilling corpse Qi on the little girl had converged a lot, and her body temperature had also risen to a level close to that of an ordinary person.

Today she was wearing a Gothic-style dark little dress, and on top of her head wore a sun hat with lace trims, living up to being an exquisite doll.

"Yezi, the scenery of West Mountain is really nice. With mountains and water, no wonder all those rich people like to build their ancestral homes here."

To ease the excessively quiet and oppressive atmosphere inside the car, Fatty Wang made small talk to chime in.

Lin Ye gazed into the distance, his line of sight sweeping across the rolling ridges ahead, the corners of his mouth curling into a sarcastic arc.

"Good scenery does not necessarily mean good feng shui."

He extended a finger, pointing at the highest peak in the distance, starting an on-site lesson:

"Look closely at the main peak of that mountain. The terrain meanders down like a giant dragon bowing its head, and the West Mountain River flowing around the city at the foot of the mountain happens to flow right against the dragon's head."

"In the formulas of dragon-seeking and acupoint-locating, this is called 'Flying Dragon Descending the Mountain, Gathering Water in the Hall', which is also what Patriarch Song Zhenguo calls the 'Divine Dragon Drinking Water Formation'."

Fatty Wang looked along Lin Ye's finger and nodded with half-understanding: "It sounds quite auspicious."

"Auspicious my ass."

Lin Ye pierced through it mercilessly.

"Feng shui formations emphasize the continuity of Qi channels. Look further behind the main peak, at the dragon's neck, hasn't a straight winding mountain road been cut horizontally across? A cross-mountain tunnel has also been punched through below the road."

Fatty Wang looked closely and saw that there was indeed a grayish-white road acting like a knife, abruptly cutting that mountain range in half at the waist.

"This tunnel was built by municipal planning five years ago."

Lin Ye withdrew his gaze, his eyes turning somewhat solemn.

"A single slash cut off the neck of the dragon vein, turning the Divine Dragon Drinking Water directly into a Dead Dragon Grievance Land. The underground Qi field completely reversed, and this is called the Dragon-Severing Malice."

"For the Song family to build their ancestral home on the acupoint eye of such a greatly ominous place and not be wiped out entirely, they relied entirely on the accumulated virtue of their ancestors to forcefully endure it."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang felt a chill directly rise up the back of his neck, and his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened even more.

Right at this moment, Frost Star in the back seat leaned close to the driver's seat backrest, her small nostrils twitching twice as her soft, glutinous voice echoed in the carriage:

"Brother-in-law, it smells so bad ahead. There is a stench like dead mice soaked in bloody water."

Hearing this, Lin Ye naturally reached out and rubbed Frost Star's small head wearing the lace sun hat.

The little girl squinted her eyes comfortably, like a cat being stroked the right way.

"Looks like we are almost there. Fatty, turn left at the fork ahead."

Ten minutes later.

The Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon slowly stopped in front of a traditional Chinese estate covering a massive area.

The tall vermilion wooden doors were tightly closed, and the surfaces of the two white marble stone lions in front of the door were unexpectedly covered with a layer of eerie dark red spots, resembling dried blood stains.

Above the entire estate hung a layer of visible light gray mist, completely isolating the afternoon sunlight outside.

Patriarch Song Zhenguo leaned on a golden-thread nanmu walking stick, bringing the bodyguard A-Biao and several Song family descendants to wait outside the door early on.

Seeing Lin Ye get out of the car, this wealthiest person in Jiangzhou immediately went up to greet him, his attitude so respectful that not a single flaw could be picked out.

"Master Lin, you have finally arrived. You've had a hard journey along the way."

Patriarch Song Zhenguo exchanged pleasantries repeatedly, and when his gaze swept across Leng Yue getting out of the back seat, he subconsciously avoided looking directly, evidently still harboring lingering fears regarding the terrifying pressure encountered at the Funeral Shop that morning.

Lin Ye waved his hand, ignoring those polite remarks, and walked straight up to one of the stone lions.

He extended his right hand, his index finger gently wiping across the dark red spots, and a bone-piercing chill surged from his fingertips.

"Malice is overflowing, and even the town-house stone lions can't endure it. Old Master Song, lead the way straight to the ancient well in the back courtyard."

Lin Ye's tone was crisp and decisive.

Patriarch Song Zhenguo dared not delay, personally pushing open the heavy door and leading the way ahead.

The group passed through the front courtyard.

Inside the estate, it was deathly quiet; not even a trace of bird calls or insect chirping could be heard.

The expensive greenery on both sides of the path had largely withered and decayed, and fallen leaves crunched underfoot with an eerie shattering sound.

The deeper they walked, the lower the temperature in the air became, and that foul bloody stench grew increasingly intense.

Just as he stepped through the first moon gate, Lin Ye's footsteps suddenly paused for half a beat.

Between the cracks of the bluestone floor tiles, traces of dark red water stains had oozed out at some unknown point, looking very much like someone had buried countless blood vessels underground, which were now slowly pulsing.

Seeing this, Patriarch Song Zhenguo spoke with a dry voice: "It wasn't like this three months ago. At first, it was just the ancient well in the back courtyard turning reddish, and then... the earth Qi of the entire mansion seemed to have been stained with blood."

Lin Ye did not respond immediately, instead bending down slightly, dipping a little bloody water with his fingertips, and sniffing it lightly in front of the tip of his nose.

Three parts earthy smell, three parts corpse decay, and the remaining four parts... turned out to be the scent of living humans' vital breath being forcibly refined.

"Has your Song family had any livestock die during this period?"

Lin Ye suddenly asked.

Patriarch Song Zhenguo was stunned, then his face revealed shock: "Yes! The dozen black dogs raised in the back kitchen all died overnight, and their bodies were completely shriveled as if all their blood had been drained!"

"Black dogs guard houses to suppress malice, and are inherently capable of blocking it."

Lin Ye smeared the blood on his fingertips against the wall, and the bloodstain actually wriggled gently like a living creature, followed by a slight hiss as it was evaporated by the pure Yang Qi.

"Now even livestock cannot suppress it, which shows that the malice in this place has already started wanting to eat people."

As soon as these words were spoken, the legs of several following Song family descendants went soft, almost kneeling on the spot.

Speaking thus, the crowd continued walking forward, passing through two moon gates, and stopped in front of a courtyard independently enclosed by high walls.

The courtyard gate was tightly locked by two thick, rusted iron chains, and the door panels were densely plastered with yellow paper talismans.

These talismans, which should have been used to suppress evil, had now completely turned pitch-black, and their surfaces were continuously oozing viscous black liquid outward.

"Master Lin, this is the back courtyard."

Patriarch Song Zhenguo pointed at that door, his voice trembling.

"Ever since Ruobing had her incident, this old man had people seal this place off. Every midnight, mournful cries and the sound of fingernails scratching the door would come from behind the door. Even the several eminent monks invited here dared not easily step foot within half a step."

Bodyguard A-Biao stepped forward, pulling out a bunch of keys, his hands shaking so much he couldn't align them with the keyhole for a long time.

Lin Ye stared at the two bleeding wooden doors, a faint light flashed across his retina, and the system's long-absent prompt tone leaped out in his mind.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: The host has arrived at the core area of the Dragon-Severing Malice. The ancient well ahead conceals the ferocious malice of the ley line mutation. Please choose a method to break the door within three minutes to demonstrate the demeanor of an expert!"

[Option A: Faqi Seeking Dragon, Dingxing Bosha — Use the newly acquired [dragon seeking ruler], break the sealed malice on the door with orthodox feng shui secret arts, revealing a luxurious air of coolness amidst low-key.]

[Reward: Husband Points + 200, dragon seeking ruler compatibility increased by 100%.]

[Option B: Violent Outlaw — Let Leng Yue kick down the courtyard gate together with the high wall with one kick.]

[Reward: Destroyer Title.]

[Consequence: The commotion is too big, easily destroying the remaining formation eyes in the courtyard, leading to the complete loss of control of the malice and submerging the entire Song family estate.]

[Option C: Steady Retreat — Direct bodyguard A-Biao to open the door, while hiding behind the two female zombies yourself.]

[Reward: Turtle Breathing Skill fragment x1.]

[Consequence: The moment A-Biao touches the iron chains, Yin Qi will enter his body, and he will drop dead on the spot. The Song family's evaluation of you will plummet.]