37: Chapter 37 A Large Bed, Silk Robes, and Subtle Fragrance

"Cough, cough..."

On the hospital bed, Song Ruobing, who had been in a coma for a full half-month, let out a weak cough.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her clear eyes.

The horrifying dark blue bruise between her eyebrows had already faded away completely.

The first thing Song Ruobing saw upon waking was Lin Ye, who was standing by the bedside holding a peachwood sword.

At this moment, Lin Ye had a cold and stern expression, his posture tall and straight.

Having just performed a heaven-shocking Daoist technique, the lingering power had not yet dissipated; a dizzying and mysterious aura swirled around him, as if he were an immortal descended to the mortal realm.

The heartbeat of this top socialite of Jiangzhou inexplicably skipped a beat at this moment.

"Ruobing! My dear granddaughter!"

Patriarch Song Zhenguo's eyes streamed with tears as he lunged to the bedside, tightly gripping his granddaughter's hand.

Confirming that his granddaughter had truly regained her consciousness, this business tycoon was so moved that he nearly knelt before Lin Ye.

"Master Lin! You are truly a divine being! The Song family will never forget this life-saving grace!"

Patriarch Song Zhenguo turned around, his voice trembling from extreme excitement.

"I will have someone transfer the remaining twenty million to your account immediately. From now on, if Master Lin has any requests, the Song Group will do its utmost to fulfill them!"

Lin Ye put away the peachwood sword, silently calming the roiling blood and qi within his body.

That "Following the Vine to Find the Melon" technique just now, which spanned across space, had drained a full eighty percent of his Yang energy.

At this moment, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and waves of dizziness emanated from deep within his brain.

"Patriarch Song, you are too kind. The evil spirit has been removed, and Miss Song only needs to rest for ten to fifteen days to fully recover. I have expended quite a lot of energy, so I will not stay any longer."

Lin Ye politely declined the thank-you dinner arranged by Patriarch Song Zhenguo and, accompanied by Leng Yue and Frost Star, walked out of the ward with steps that appeared steady but were actually unsteady.

Fatty Wang had been waiting outside the corridor for a long time. Seeing Lin Ye emerge, he immediately trotted after him. The group took the elevator downstairs and got into that Mercedes G-Wagon...

The night was deep, and the stars were scattered.

The Mercedes stopped steadily at the entrance of the alley on Taiping Old Street.

Lin Ye greeted Fatty Wang and then returned to Lins Funeral Shop with his two wives.

As soon as they stepped into the backyard, a gentle, jade-like white mist of Yin energy rushed toward them.

The Mysterious Grade Yin-Gathering Formation Map laid out last night was operating perfectly, turning this small courtyard into a paradise for the Zombie clan.

The pure Yang aura from Lin Ye's white T-shirt still lingered in this formation, making this Yin energy exceptionally gentle and no longer bone-chilling.

Lin Ye pulled down the rolling shutter door, his footsteps faltered, and he nearly fell to the ground.

A pair of slender, strong arms steadily supported his waist.

Leng Yue's cold, stunningly beautiful face was inches away, her deep red eyes filled with undisguised heartache.

"Husband, you were too reckless. Killing an elder of the Yinshan Sect from across space has damaged your foundational Yang energy."

Leng Yue's voice was incomparably soft, like a gentle breeze brushing across zither strings.

Frost Star also hurriedly crowded over, supporting Lin Ye's other side with her small shoulder, her big eyes brimming with tears:

"Brother-in-law, it's all my fault for being useless. If Frost Star were a little stronger, I could have gone straight through the network cable and eaten him."

"It's fine, I'll be better after a rest..."

Lin Ye managed a weak smile.

Supported by the two stunning female zombies, he walked step by step up to the second-floor bedroom and finally collapsed without any dignity onto that three-meter-wide super-large soft bed.

Outside the window, moonlight spilled onto the floor through the gap in the curtains that hadn't been drawn shut properly.

"..."

Under the moonlight, Leng Yue stood with her back to him, slowly removing the long black trench coat she used to conceal her appearance.

The trench coat slid to the floor, revealing the form-fitting gray knitted dress underneath.

However, what made one's blood boil was that Leng Yue did not stop her movements.

She reached back to unzip the invisible zipper on the back of the knitted dress, sliding off the long dress that outlined her perfect curves.

Lin Ye's breathing stopped instantly.

Beneath the long dress, Leng Yue had actually been wearing that set of Mysterious Grade defensive Dharma attire—the [Succubus Lace Lingerie]!

Large swaths of flawless, snow-white skin, resembling mutton-fat jade, contrasted with the semi-transparent black lace and the intricate, slender dark-patterned ribbons, unleashing an extreme visual impact that destroyed all reason.

"Wife, you... you are actually still wearing it..."

Lin Ye's voice was terrifyingly hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

Leng Yue turned around; her face, usually aloof and arrogant, was now flushed with charming rosy clouds.

Even her slender swan-like neck and delicate collarbones were stained with a moving crimson hue.

She bit her rosy lower lip slightly, her deep red eyes shimmering with water, revealing a shyness and submissiveness that could turn tempered steel into soft silk.

"The protective Dharma attire bestowed by Husband is something I naturally dare not remove for even a moment."