79: Chapter 79 The Centipede Crouching on the Back of the Neck

Lin Ye's eyes flashed with a sharp light. With such a giveaway question, he knew how to choose even with his eyes closed.

"I choose C."

With a thought, he cut through the light screen, and Lin Ye's gaze refocused on Su Qinghan's stubborn face.

"Also, I am not like the charlatan you mentioned."

Lin Ye sneered.

He reached out, pinched the infrared laser pointer Su Qinghan was using for measurements, and casually threw it aside.

"Since Designer Su firmly believes in science, please use science to explain your physical condition over the past half month."

Lin Ye's tone was certain, every word like a blade stabbing straight into the deepest, most hidden fear in the other person's heart.

"Whenever midnight passes, the back of your cervical spine inevitably feels like it has fallen into an ice cave. That kind of cold is completely useless with air conditioning and heating, as if a piece of millennia-old black ice has been shoved directly into your bone marrow."

"Every morning when you wake up and brush your teeth in front of the sink, the first mouthful of phlegm you cough up is definitely dark brown blood streaks mixed with a fishy, foul odor. When it's severe, you even experience auditory hallucinations, hearing the 'rustling' sound of countless insects crawling on a wooden board."

Along with Lin Ye's description, Su Qinghan's complexion turned pale inch by inch.

Her originally straight spine trembled violently, and her pupils behind the silver-rimmed glasses contracted wildly.

She had never told anyone about these symptoms!

She had run all over the top Grade 3A hospitals in Jiangzhou City, doing countless MRIs and blood tests, and all indicators showed complete normality.

The doctors could only prescribe her high doses of sleeping pills, attributing it to neurasthenia caused by excessive work pressure.

"You... How do you know? Did you investigate me?!"

Su Qinghan's voice trembled, her hands tightly clutching the corner of her clothes.

"Investigate you? Do you deserve it?"

Lin Ye had his hands in his pockets, his gaze condescending.

"That black centipede lying on your neck sucking your Yang energy is almost as thick as an arm. It's only because of your mortal eyes that you mistook it for cervical spondylosis."

"Black centipede..."

A roaring sound echoed in Su Qinghan's mind.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The Funeral Shop was filled with Lin Ye's Pure Yang Qi and blood, as well as the Yin-gathering formation hidden underground.

This rich environment where Yin and Yang intersected directly stimulated the latent death curse within Su Qinghan's body.

"Ah!"

Su Qinghan let out a shrill, miserable scream.

Her hands tightly covered her neck, and her entire body fell in agony onto the bluestone slab floor.

Visible black mist frantically poured out from her collar.

The black fog rapidly condensed in mid-air, transforming into a terrifying centipede phantom up to two meters long with hundreds of pairs of sharp walking legs.

The centipede phantom let out a hissing, strange cry, its huge venomous mandibles opening wide to viciously bite toward the back of Su Qinghan's head.

The materialistic worldview was shattered to pieces at this moment.

Su Qinghan felt that substantive threat of death; the cold touch tightened around her throat, completely cutting off even her breathing.

She reached out despairingly, trying to grab something.

"Save... Save me..."

"Noisy bug."

Lin Ye's gaze turned stern; he didn't need to draw his sword at all.

His right foot suddenly stepped forward half a step, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet emitted a dull, echoing sound.

The source true qi of the Pure Yang Dao Body surged crazily along his meridians, gathering between his right hand's index and middle fingers.

Lin Ye brought his fingers together like a sword, and a brilliant, dazzling crimson-gold Yang fire burst from his fingertips.

"A mere centipede fiend dares to act presumptuously in front of me! Break!"

Lin Ye's wrist flipped, his sword fingers turning into a streak of lightning that accurately and unerringly poked the center of the centipede phantom's brows.

"Boom!"

The extremely rigid and immensely yang Pure Yang fire exploded violently within the black fog.

The raging flames mercilessly devoured that evil death curse.

The centipede phantom let out a sharp, piercing scream, twisting and struggling violently in the firelight, turning into a wisp of blue smoke in just a few seconds and dissipating without a trace.

The sense of oppression at the back of Su Qinghan's neck instantly vanished.

She greedily took large gulps of fresh air, her entire body soaked in cold sweat, her white suit clinging tightly to her body, making her look extremely disheveled.

She sat limply on the ground, raising her head to blankly look at Lin Ye, who was standing before her with crimson firelight still lingering on his fingertips.

That towering figure completely trampled the scientific edifice she had built in the first half of her life underfoot.

Leng Yue walked to Lin Ye's side, looking down at Su Qinghan from above.

Her deep red pupils revealed a warning intent.

She pulled a tissue from the table and gracefully handed it out to Su Qinghan.

"Wipe yourself, Designer Su. The water in this world is very deep, and a few blueprints alone won't save your life." Leng Yue's voice was cold and aloof.

Su Qinghan tremblingly took the tissue, the instant her fingers touched Leng Yue's fingertips.

A bone-chilling coldness made her shiver.

This temperature was simply not something a living person should have!

She finally realized that this seemingly dilapidated Funeral Shop was clearly a hidden lair of crouching tigers and hidden dragons.

"Ding! Optional task completed, Husband points +300."

"Xuanmen magical instrument [Guide Bee] has been issued to the system storage space. The designer's worldview has been reshaped, and the customer-gouging channel is unimpeded."

Lin Ye pulled over a chair, sat down broadly and imposingly, and looked down at Su Qinghan, who was gradually recovering her senses.

"Designer Su, can we calmly discuss the renovation plan now?"

Su Qinghan struggled to crawl up from the ground.

She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to regain her composure. Her professional literacy as a top designer allowed her to quickly adjust her mindset.

"Mr. Lin... No, Master Lin."

Su Qinghan bit her bloodless lips and bowed deeply.

"I was blind just now and offended an expert. Thank you, Master, for saving my life."

"Saving your life? You're overthinking it."

Lin Ye let out a cold sneer, cutting off her words.

"Just now, I only scattered this burst of fierce qi from the eruption of the death curse. The root of the curse is still in the hands of that spellcaster."

"As long as the root cause is not eliminated, in three days at most, that black centipede will grow back on your neck. By then, even a celestial immortal won't be able to save you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Qinghan's cheeks, which had just regained some color, turned pale once again.

"I beg Master to save me! As long as this wicked curse can be lifted, I am willing to pay any amount of money!"

She completely abandoned her arrogant self-esteem, her voice carrying a distinct weeping tone.

Lin Ye turned his head to glance at the drawings on the table, tapping his fingers twice on the tabletop.

"Money is not something I lack, but for the renovation design of this shop, I need the top-tier plan, and it must completely comply with my Feng Shui requirements."

Su Qinghan nodded repeatedly without hesitation:

"No problem! The design fee is completely waived! I will personally pick the best construction team in Jiangzhou, and I'll get you the rock-bottom factory prices for all materials! Master Lin, as long as you can protect my life, I will act as your site supervisor for this project!"

Top-tier design services worth over tens of millions were thus obtained for free.

Lin Ye nodded with satisfaction.

"Deal."

He picked up his teacup and stared deeply at Su Qinghan.

"Now, tell me, what weird construction site have you been to in the past half month?"

"This Centipede Soul-Devouring Fiend is sinister and vicious. It is definitely not a naturally generated Feng Shui fiend qi; someone must have buried evil objects in the engineering foundations."

Su Qinghan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her brain spinning rapidly as she recalled her recent itinerary.

"Half a month ago..."

Her eyes lit up, her voice trembling with fear.

"The eastern suburbs of the city! There is an ancient temple that has been abandoned for over a hundred years. That plot of land was bought by a mysterious venture capital company to be developed into a high-end resort villa. I am the specially appointed designer for that company, and I went to the site to survey the foundations."

"An ancient temple?" Lin Ye furrowed his brows slightly.

"Yes, that temple is very wicked. What is worshipped inside is not a Bodhisattva, but a headless black mud divine statue."

Su Qinghan's face turned pale as she recalled the scene at that time.

"When the construction team's excavator dug open the foundation of the main hall, they dug out a huge pottery jar. The jar was completely packed with densely packed dead centipedes and poisonous snakes..."

"I was the closest at the time and smelled a pungent odor. Ever since I went back that day, I started suffering from insomnia and chills all night long."

Lin Ye and Leng Yue exchanged glances.

Black mud divine statue, poisonous insect pottery jar.

This familiar formula, this sinister method.

"Yinshan Sect."

Lin Ye stood up, picked up the parchment filled with sketches, and shoved it into Su Qinghan's arms.

"Designer Su, go back and rush the blueprints overnight. Draw out the basement and the master bedroom on the second floor according to the dimensions I told you. The day you hand over the blueprints, I will personally make a trip to the eastern suburbs ancient temple construction site and thoroughly pull your lifeline back."

Su Qinghan clutched the blueprints as if they were a treasured artifact, bowed repeatedly, and rushed out of the Funeral Shop holding her briefcase as if fleeing for her life.

Having resolved the major matter of the renovation, Lin Ye stretched lazily for a long time.

"Fatty, give Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan a call."

A cold murderous intent flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

"Tell her to investigate that mysterious venture capital company developing the ancient temple in the east of the city. The tails of those rats from the Yinshan Sect have finally been exposed."