Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

Faced with the corpse dogs, the size of calves, rushing towards him with a foul stench, Yan Sen's small figure seemed as if he would be torn to shreds in the next second.

However, there was no sign of panic on his face.

Just as the corpse dog's claws were about to touch his face, he made a move that surprised everyone.

Instead of retreating, he crouched down and, with a practiced, lazy roll, tumbled under a nearby abandoned millstone.

"Bang!"

The corpse dog missed its target, its massive head slamming solidly into the heavy millstone.

With a muffled thud, the millstone shook violently, sending stones flying everywhere. The corpse dog was also knocked off balance and let out an angry roar.

"Good lad, quick reaction." Yan Que felt a little more at ease, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He cannot act directly; this is the rule, and also a way to train his son.

But seeing the monster going berserk, he couldn't just watch his son get hurt.

Yan Que glanced around and saw a clothesline standing in the corner, with an old fishing net with several large holes draped next to it.

He strode forward, picked up the clothesline pole, and with a flick of his wrist, the pole head precisely lifted a corner of the fishing net like a snake's head.

Then, Yan Que exerted force with his waist, wielding the clothesline pole in his hand like a swimming dragon.

The seemingly casual wave actually used a clever "entanglement" force to make the tattered fishing net "whoosh" open in mid-air, landing squarely over the corpse dog that had just regained its footing.

The corpse dog was caught in the fishing net. Although the tattered net couldn't hold it at all, the fishy smell and human presence on the net made it uncomfortable. It began to bite and struggle wildly, and was temporarily restrained.

"Village Chief!" Yan Que took the opportunity to shout at the village chief who was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"Five hundred yuan! Cash only! Not a penny less! Otherwise, my son and I are leaving right now, and you can play with this big dog yourselves!"

"Here! Here! Master, I'll give it to you!" The village chief cried and scrambled to pull out a handful of crumpled bills from his pocket, some big and some small, without even counting them, and stuffed them all into Yan Que's hand.

Just then, a venomous voice rang out.

"We can't give them to them! It's...it's that child who brought the monster!"

It's the witch doctor, Wang.

She actually woke up, clutching her bleeding arm, struggling to get up from the ground.

One of her arms was clearly broken, and her face was ashen white, but her eyes were filled with jealousy and malice as she looked at Yan Sen.

She couldn't understand how her "Summoning the Gods" technique, which she had cultivated for half her life, could be instantly killed by a monster of unknown origin, while this immature brat could hold his own against the monster.

This was unacceptable to her, and intense jealousy drove her to lose her mind.

"I saw it! It was him! He threw things to feed the monster, which angered it! Sacrifice him! Offer him as a sacrifice to the mountain god, and the monster will naturally leave!" Wang the witch screamed hoarsely, like a mad hen.

Fear is contagious, as is ignorance.

The villagers, who had already regarded Yan Que and his son as their lifeline, wavered once again upon hearing what Granny Wang said.

"Is the fortune teller right?"

"It seems... that child really did start it..."

"Yeah, what if he really caused this? Wouldn't we get dragged into it?"

Under the threat of death and the long-standing intimidation of Granny Wang, some villagers lost their reason to fear. A mad glint flashed in their eyes, and several bold men actually picked up their hoes and carrying poles again, and began to approach Yan Sen under the millstone.

They wanted to kill the six-year-old child to appease the "mountain god's" anger.

Yan Que's face darkened completely, and a chilling aura emanated from him. He was ready to teach these fools who didn't know their own mortality a lesson.

But at that moment, Yan Sen slowly crawled out from under the millstone.

He was covered in dust, his hair was even more disheveled, and he looked even more wretched than before. But he simply brushed the dust off himself, then raised his head, his clear black and white eyes coldly sweeping over the villagers who had gathered around him.

In that instant, he was no longer the six-year-old child who used to play pranks and joke with Yan Que. There was no fear or anger in his eyes, only a condescending indifference, as if a little Yama sitting high in the heavens was scrutinizing a group of ignorant ants.

The villagers whose gaze swept over him couldn't help but shiver and stop in their tracks.

Yan Sen ignored them and instead turned his attention to Wang Shenpo, who was inciting the crowd.

"Old woman," his voice was crisp, yet carried a chill.

"The little devil you raised is turning against you. Look at your own forehead; that dark aura is almost condensing into water droplets. How dare you spread such heresy and harm people's lives?"

Granny Wang was startled. She had indeed secretly kept a little creature, but no one knew about it except herself!

How did this little brat figure that out? She instinctively wanted to touch her brow, but forcibly restrained herself.

Yan Sen didn't give her a chance to react. He walked to the spot where Granny Wang had been performing her ritual, kicked aside a blue brick, and revealed the damp black soil underneath.

Pointing to the soil beneath his feet, he addressed the villagers, saying each word carefully, "Why is this village so gloomy? Because a hundred years ago, this place was a mass grave! What you're stepping on is all human bones!"

He pointed at Granny Wang again, his voice suddenly rising: "What you just did—burning paper and chanting incantations, seemingly to invite the gods, but actually feeding the creatures underground! Once you've fed them enough, made them strong, they'll naturally crawl out! You're not a shaman, you're a fool!"

"You...you're spouting nonsense!" Granny Wang exclaimed in exasperation.

Yan Sen was too lazy to waste any more words with her. He bent down and casually picked up a rusty iron nail that had fallen during the construction of the house, and held it between his fingers.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, he fiercely drove the iron nail into the shadow beneath Granny Wang's feet!

With a soft "plop," two-thirds of the nail was driven into the corresponding sole of the shadow.

This is an ancient form of witchcraft, commonly known as "shadow magic," which is more of a psychological suggestion used against ordinary people.

However, it is extremely effective against people like Granny Wang, who are already feeling guilty and are also affected by evil energy.

"Ah!" Granny Wang suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if the iron nail wasn't driven into her shadow, but into the sole of her foot. She felt as if her feet were filled with lead, or as if countless steel needles were piercing her—the pain was unbearable, and she truly couldn't move!

The villagers were terrified by this bizarre scene. Just who was this child?

Just as Yan Sen established his authority and subdued the entire scene, the Earthly Fiend Corpse Dog, which had been temporarily trapped in the fishing net, finally broke free of its restraints.

"roar--!"

It let out a deafening roar.

This time, it did not attack recklessly; its howl echoed through the valley, as if summoning something.

Then, something truly chilling happened.

The ground in the open space at the village entrance began to undulate and rise like the surface of water, with cracks spreading out, as if something was about to crawl out in droves from the depths of the earth!