35: Chapter 35 Yinshan Soul-Locking Curse

Lin Ye's tone was flat, yet his voice was clear enough for everyone in the corridor to hear.

"Since you believe in science so much, why don't you use science to explain the symptoms you've been experiencing lately?"

Zhang Jingtian sneered, "I am in good health and get two comprehensive physical examinations every year. Stop trying to act mysterious here!"

"Is that so?"

Lin Ye circled him halfway, his fingers making vague gestures in the air.

"Your forehead is dark, the area under your eyes is bluish, and there are faint red threads moving across your cheekbones. This is a classic sign of Qi and blood flow reversal."

"If I'm not mistaken, for the past half month, you have been waking up suddenly between 1:00 AM and 3:00 AM, feeling a heavy weight on your chest, unable to move your limbs, and even hearing the sound of a woman grinding her fingernails under the bed."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Jingtian's body stiffened, his eyes widened instantly, and his face wore an expression of having seen a ghost.

Lin Ye continued, each word striking at his core: "You thought this was sleep paralysis caused by work stress, commonly known as 'ghost pressing the bed,' so you prescribed yourself sedatives and even had a brain CT scan."

"And the result? The dosage of the medicine kept increasing, yet the sound of the fingernail grinding became clearer. Last night, you even saw that woman crawling on your ceiling, didn't you?"

"You... how do you know?!"

Zhang Jingtian completely broke down; his legs went weak, he backed away repeatedly, his back pressed firmly against the cold wall.

He hadn't even dared to mention these secret symptoms to his closest colleagues, yet this young man he had never met before had described them perfectly!

Lin Ye sneered, pulled a Sanyuan Compass from his canvas bag, and waved it in front of Zhang Jingtian: "This is called metaphysics. You recently bought a second-hand house where the head of the master bed faces floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside the window is a deserted construction site tower crane."

"In the Feng Shui Li Qi school, this is called a 'Heaven-Severing Malice' breach. Coincidentally, your annual peach blossom luck is clashing, attracting lonely spirits and wild ghosts. That female ghost has been pestering you for a full half month."

Zhang Jingtian's face turned ashen.

He had indeed bought a second-hand haunted house cheaply not long ago, located near those unfinished buildings in the east of the city.

The bizarre experiences of the past few days had already tortured his nerves to the brink of collapse.

"Thump."

This conceited medical doctor's psychological defenses collapsed instantly, and he slid onto the floor, trembling all over.

"Master Lin! Master Lin, save me! I don't want to die!"

At this moment, Zhang Jingtian no longer cared about science or face; he tried to grab Lin Ye's leg like he was clutching a life-saving straw.

"Get lost."

A-Biao had long been annoyed by him. He stepped forward, picked Zhang Jingtian up like a chick, and tossed him aside to the nurses nearby.

"Take him away; don't be an eyesore here."

"Ding! Pretending to be cool and slapping face completed, Husband points + 200, current points: 1650. Title [Iron-Mouthed Prediction] activated."

The system prompt sounded in his ear. Lin Ye didn't even glance at Zhang Jingtian and turned to Patriarch Song Zhenguo: "Patriarch Song, time is tight. The Yin Qi in the ward is about to freeze. Take us in."

Patriarch Song Zhenguo nodded repeatedly and personally pressed his fingerprint on the keypad lock.

With a "click," the heavy door of the intensive care ward slowly opened.

The moment the door opened, a current of extreme cold whistled out.

The lights in the corridor flickered violently a few times before going out completely, leaving only the faint blue light emitted by the medical instruments in the ward.

Lin Ye stepped into the ward, his gaze instantly locking onto Song Ruobing on the hospital bed.

This famous socialite of Jiangzhou City was now gaunt, her eyes tightly closed.

Her originally beautiful face was shrouded in a layer of thick black Qi, and the center of her eyebrows showed a terrifying bruised color.

A thin layer of ice flowers had even formed on the surrounding walls of the ward.

"So cold... Ye-zi, why is this room like an ice cellar?"

Fatty Wang, who followed him in, shivered, clutching his shoulders tightly.

Leng Yue and Frost Star followed Lin Ye into the ward.

Both women seemed quite comfortable with this temperature.

Frost Star sniffed her little nose and leaned over to the bedside, her heterochromatic eyes staring fixedly at Song Ruobing's forehead.

"Brother-in-law."

Frost Star tugged at Lin Ye's sleeve and pointed her small, fair finger at Song Ruobing: "There seems to be a little bug hiding in this sister's body, constantly emitting a foul stench of death. Can I dig it out and eat it?"

Patriarch Song Zhenguo felt his scalp tingle; the "digging out" this little ancestor spoke of would likely involve physical craniotomy.

Lin Ye flicked Frost Star on the forehead: "Eating random things will give you a stomachache. Step back, let me see."

He walked to the hospital bed and lifted Song Ruobing's eyelids.

Her pupils were completely dilated, and the whites of her eyes were covered in black, spiderweb-like blood vessels.

This was definitely not a normal illness.

Lin Ye pulled a blank piece of yellow talisman paper from his bag, bit his index finger, squeezed out a drop of Pure Yang blood, and placed it on the paper.

Then, he stuck the yellow paper onto Song Ruobing's forehead.

"Heaven produces water, Earth completes it. Capture the soul and guide the spirit, appear!"

Lin Ye quickly chanted the incantation and pointed his sword-finger at the center of the yellow paper.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

The moment the yellow paper touched her skin, it was as if it had encountered strong acid, emitting a pungent black smoke.

Immediately after, the drop of Pure Yang blood spread along the yellow paper, outlining a strange rune mark on Song Ruobing's forehead.

The mark looked like an upside-down ghost with bleeding eyes and a ferocious face.

"This... what is this?!"

Patriarch Song Zhenguo turned pale with shock. How could a tattoo appear on his granddaughter's forehead for no reason?

Lin Ye's eyes turned completely cold.

He stared fixedly at the rune, his mind flashing back to yesterday outside the psychiatric hospital, to Ma San, whom he had killed instantly with a single talisman technique.

On the black wooden tablet in Ma San's hand, the same upside-down ghost was drawn!

"Patriarch Song, your granddaughter has not lost her soul at all; her three souls and seven spirits are all within her body."

Lin Ye peeled off the charred yellow paper, his tone as cold as iron.

Patriarch Song Zhenguo was stunned: "All inside her body? Then why can't she wake up?"

Lin Ye turned around, looked at everyone in the room, and said word by word: "The Dragon-Severing Malice at the West Mountain ancestral home was just a smokescreen. The mastermind's true purpose was to use the monstrous resentment from the broken dragon vein to cover up the fluctuations of the spell-casting."

"They cast a vicious folk evil spell in this ward, or rather, on Miss Song."

"This is the secret of the Yinshan Sect—the Soul-Locking Nail!"

Lin Ye pointed to an almost imperceptible red pinprick on the back of Song Ruobing's neck.

"Her three souls and seven spirits are nailed firmly inside her body by the secret technique of the Yinshan Sect, just like locking a living person into an airtight iron coffin."

"And that person behind the scenes draws the Pure Yin Qi from Miss Song's body at set times every day. Once her three souls and seven spirits are drained, she will become a top-tier Yin puppet for them to command!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire ward fell into dead silence.

A-Biao clenched his fists, his knuckles creaking.

Patriarch Song Zhenguo was trembling with rage, his eyes burning with monstrous fury: "This Yinshan Sect! I have no grievances with them; why would they commit such a vicious act against my granddaughter!"

"No grievances? Patriarch Song, a man is innocent, but it is his treasure that makes him guilty."

Lin Ye pulled the lightning-struck peach wood sword from his backpack, his fingertips caressing the patterns on the blade.

"Miss Song's birth date and time must be of the Yin Year, Yin Month, Yin Day, and Yin Hour, right? A Pure Yin Body is a rare, potent tonic for those evil Daoists who practice dark arts."

Leng Yue stood to the side, her deep red eyes showing a hint of pity for the weak, but more so, disdain for such low-handed tactics.

She gave a soft, cold snort, and the cold air around her radiated involuntarily, making the already freezing ward even colder.

"Husband, such an evil spell is not difficult to break; one only needs to burn the Soul-Locking Nail with Pure Yang Qi to release the soul."

Leng Yue's voice rang out in the ward, full of absolute confidence.

Lin Ye nodded: "Breaking the curse is indeed not difficult."

"The key is that once I forcibly remove the Soul-Locking Nail, the person who cast the spell will inevitably suffer a backlash and will notice immediately. At that point, we will be in the light and the enemy in the dark, impossible to guard against."

He walked to the window and pulled open the heavy blackout curtains.

Outside the window, the night view of Jiangzhou City was bustling and brilliant, but beneath this prosperity, who knows how much darkness and filth were hidden.

"Since the people of the Yinshan Sect dare to step on a job I, Lin Ye, have accepted..."

Lin Ye turned around abruptly, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, as Pure Yang Qi condensed into a ball of red fire in his palm.

"Then we will take the initiative, follow this Soul-Locking Nail, drag that spell-casting rat out of his hole, and break his bones!"