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

In Yan Sen's view, the world instantly shed its appearance.

There was no concrete, no off-road vehicles, and no Liao Zhong with his menacing face. Instead, there were countless crisscrossing, colorful "lines".

That is Qi.

Everything in the world leaves a trace as long as it exists. As long as a person walks by, they will be imbued with the "qi" of the corresponding environment.

For example, if someone has just been to a flour factory, they will have flour on them.

If a person has just come out of a fish market, he will definitely smell of fish.

The same applies to Liao Zhong.

Yan Sen's gaze was fixed on Liao Zhong.

Around the blue aura that represented Liao Zhongwang's vigorous life force and burned like a raging fire, there were also some extremely faint, imperceptible, strangely colored wisps of energy.

Those were places Liao Zhong had visited in the past few days, and the "earth energy" that remained on his body.

"The earth energy clinging to the shoe surface is unique to the southern region, but its dark color indicates that it is rarely exposed to sunlight."

"There was a trace of extremely weak electromagnetic radiation left on the cuff of the trousers. This level of shielding field is usually only found in military strongholds or underground bunkers that completely isolate signals."

"The most crucial thing is..."

Yan Sen moved closer to Liao Zhong, his nostrils twitching slightly, as if he were sniffing something.

"Uncle Liao, you smell bad."

Liao Zhong subconsciously raised his arm and sniffed: "What's that smell? I shower every day!"

"It's not the smell of sweat." Yan Sen shook his head, extended a finger, and pointed lightly at Liao Zhong's chest. "It's 'death energy,' but it's mixed with a lot of 'life energy.' This 'life energy' is very special. It's not the kind of vibrant energy that ordinary people have, but a kind of suppressed, modified... even imprisoned, half-dead 'life energy.'"

Liao Zhong's expression changed.

His eyes, which had been squinting, suddenly widened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Yan Sen didn't stop. His eyes became empty and deep, as if he could see through time and space and see the way Liao Zhong came from.

"You just came from somewhere..."

"That place isn't in downtown Guangzhou, but rather in..."

Yan Sen slowly turned around, raised his hand, and pointed to a direction in the northwest.

"Northwest of here, about two hundred kilometers away. It's a mountainous area with karst topography and abundant underground rivers. If I'm not mistaken, that place is at least fifty meters underground. The entrance has gravity sensors and biometric identification, and it's surrounded by high-voltage power grids and signal jamming towers."

"That's your company's... 'dark side,' isn't it?"

"Stop! Shut the hell up!"

Liao Zhong, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly roared and grabbed Yan Sen's wrist.

His grip was incredibly strong, squeezing Yan Sen so hard his bones ached.

At that moment, cold sweat poured down Liao Zhong's forehead.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Yan Sen was no longer the probing and scrutinizing one from before, but rather an urgent desire for Yan Sen to shut up and not let him continue!

The place he went to... that was the company's hidden bunker!

It's the highest-level classified facility of the All-in-One Company!

The Dark Fortress is responsible for taking in all sorts of "difficult and complicated cases," imprisoning people with supernatural abilities who pose a great threat to normal society, treating people with strange and incurable diseases, and secretly researching the ability mechanisms and mutation principles of people with supernatural abilities.

If the company successfully rescues the "Gu Children" who have been refined in this operation to eradicate the Medicine Immortal Society, then it will need an absolutely safe and closed place for their isolation and treatment.

Therefore, before coming to the airport, Liao Zhong made a special trip to the South China region's fortress to discuss the preparations to be made next.

He went to great lengths to keep it a secret.

We were traveling in a fully enclosed special vehicle, without windows, to prevent peeping.

After arriving at the destination, you will need to transfer again to verify your iris, fingerprints, and Qi.

They have to wear blindfolds and earplugs to enter and exit, and even receive nerve-blocking injections to blur their perception of distance and time.

Even he, the regional head, didn't know the exact coordinates of the bunker!

But this twelve-year-old kid in front of him, after standing here for just one minute and glancing at him twice, revealed the approximate location, geological environment, and even depth of the bunker.

Is this something a human being could do?

Is this... a ground-based master?!

"Uncle Liao, it hurts."

Yan Sen frowned and shook his wrist, which was being tightly gripped by Liao Zhong.

Liao Zhong finally came to his senses and released his grip as if he had been electrocuted. He was panting heavily when he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, trying to light one to calm his nerves, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't even press the lighter.

"You...you brat..."

Liao Zhong swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"How did you know? There's no way I could have your tracking device on me, is there?"

"A tracking device?" Yan Sen rubbed his wrist and scoffed. "That thing probably can't penetrate the signal shielding of the place you went to, Uncle Liao. You underestimate our line of work."

"Man follows the earth, the earth follows heaven, and heaven follows the Tao. As long as you step on the ground, the earth's veins will remember you. When you go to places with heavy yin energy and special magnetic fields, your body will naturally be tainted by the 'earth energy' of that place."

Yan Sen pointed to the sole of Liao Zhong's shoe.

"In my eyes, you're like a mouse that just crawled out of a flour jar, all white and impossible to hide."

Liao Zhong looked at Yan Sen, speechless for a long time.

He finally understood why Zhao Fangxu and the Old Master had sent this child.

This isn't asking someone to guide you; this is clearly using a map-wide cheat!

With these eyes, let alone the Medicine Immortal Society hidden in the Ten Thousand Mountains, even the ants hiding in the cracks of the ground probably couldn't escape his pursuit.

"I'm impressed."

Liao Zhong slammed the unlit cigarette to the ground and exhaled a long breath of stale air.

He gave Yan Sen a thumbs up, the fierce look on his face disappearing, replaced by a heartfelt admiration.

"Little kid... no, Brother Yan, Master Yan, I was just being presumptuous. The lives of hundreds of our brothers in the South China region are in your hands for this operation."

"Oh no, no, no, that would shorten your lifespan, Master." Yan Sen waved his hand, smiling brightly. "Just call me Xiao Yan. Uncle Liao, with my current abilities, am I qualified to risk my life with you?"

"Enough! That's more than enough!"

Liao Zhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at the direction Yan Sen had pointed out, still feeling a lingering fear.

Luckily, this kid is one of our own.

If this were an enemy, he would have stripped Naodou naked.

We need to talk to him again later, and make sure the location of this bunker isn't revealed to anyone else, or it will be ruined.