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

The bunker is a top-secret facility in the South China region, and even in the entire Nadutong area.

The air here is much colder than outside; it's the kind of cold that comes from air conditioning that's kept at a constant temperature all year round, a cold devoid of any human warmth.

White walls, white lights, white protective suits—everything was so clean it was unsettling.

Liao Zhong stood in front of the one-way glass, the cigarette pack in his hand already crushed. His already frightening face was now as black as the bottom of a pot, and the scar at the corner of his eye twitched, clearly on the verge of exploding.

"It's been three days!" Liao Zhong roared at the researchers behind him, pointing at the small figure sitting motionless on the edge of the bed through the glass. "Not eating, not drinking, not defecating, not sleeping! Even an iron man would rust by now! What are you high-paid experts doing? Huh? Can't you even feed a baby properly?"

Several researchers in heavy protective suits exchanged bewildered glances. One of them, the leader, adjusted his glasses, his face bitter. "Boss Liao, it's not that we haven't tried. This...this child has no swallowing reflex! She won't even look at the food we put in her. We've tried force-feeding, but whenever we use force, the Gu poison in her body reacts and explodes. Yesterday, Xiao Li almost had her protective mask melted by the poison gas..."

"Is this an excuse? If she doesn't eat, we'll give her IV fluids! If this continues, she'll starve to death!" Liao Zhong slammed his fist on the shatterproof glass.

Across the glass, the little girl known as the "Gu-Body Saint Child" remained sitting quietly.

She was dressed in a specially made white hospital gown, barefoot, her unfocused emerald green eyes staring into the void. She looked exactly the same as Yan Sen had when he brought her out three days ago.

It's like a machine that's lost power; the parts are still there, but the core is dead.

Yan Sen sat on a plastic chair to the side, holding a can of cola and slurping it down. He watched Liao Zhong lash out, then glanced at the girl inside who looked like a delicate doll, and sighed inwardly.

These people are probably heading in the wrong direction.

"Uncle Liao, stop yelling, or you'll crack your voice." Yan Sen tossed the empty can precisely into the trash can with a "clatter." "Let me give it a try."

"You?" The lead researcher frowned, a hint of distrust in his eyes. "Young man, this isn't child's play. Although the concentration of the Gu poison in this room has been largely purified by the ventilation system, it's still dangerous. Even wearing protective gear, we have to be extremely careful. You go in..."

"I brought her out; I know her better than you do." Yan Sen ignored the researcher and looked directly at Liao Zhong. "Uncle Liao, do you trust me?"

Liao Zhong stared at Yan Sen for two seconds, took a deep breath, and waved his hand: "Open the door! Let him in!"

"Boss Liao! This isn't the right thing to do..."

"Rules are bullshit! People are starving to death, what the hell are you talking about rules for!"

The air pressure valve slowly opened, emitting a hissing sound as it released air.

Yan Sen wasn't wearing protective gear; he simply walked in wearing his old Taoist robe. As soon as he entered, a faint, sweet, and fishy smell wafted into his nostrils. It was the smell of Gu poison, a deadly substance for ordinary people, but under Yan Sen's circulation of the Shaking Dragon Scripture, it was merely a slightly dirty layer of "Qi."

He walked to the table and picked up the plate that had long since gone cold. It contained vegetables and some liquid food, which looked unappetizing.

Yan Sen walked up to the girl, squatted down, and brought his eyes to her level.

The girl didn't look at him, as if he were invisible.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Sen asked softly.

no response.

Yan Sen smiled. He knew that the child wasn't deaf or stupid; she just... lacked a "self."

In the hellish world of the Medicine Immortal Society, all "desires" and "initiative" are suppressed in order to create the perfect Gu body.

She doesn't feel afraid because no one orders her to feel afraid; she doesn't eat because no one orders her to eat.

She is not a person; she is a tool.

Tools require instructions to operate.

Yan Sen scooped up a spoonful of liquid food and held it to the girl's lips. His tone was no longer one of negotiation; instead, his smile vanished, his gaze turned cold and authoritative, and his voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable authority:

Open your mouth.

The next second, everyone outside the glass was stunned.

The girl, who hadn't reacted to any stimuli for three days, actually opened her mouth obediently.

Yan Sen put the spoon in her mouth and ordered again, "Swallow it."

The girl's throat moved as she swallowed.

Keep opening your mouth.

"swallow."

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls...

The whole process was mechanical and tedious, devoid of any warmth. Yan Sen was like adding lubricant to a machine, while the girl was a machine executing the program.

In less than ten minutes, the plate of food was completely devoured.

Yan Sen put down the plate, took out a tissue, and wiped her mouth.

"Alright, mission accomplished." Yan Sen stood up and gave a "V" sign to the one-way glass.

Outside the glass, there was a deathly silence.

The lead researcher's mouth gaped open, his face filled with disbelief: "This...how is this possible? We tried all sorts of inducements, reassurances, even psychological suggestion, but nothing worked. He...he only said a few words?"

Liao Zhong watched this scene, but his expression didn't lighten; instead, it became even more somber. He was a rough man, but he wasn't stupid. He understood Yan Sen's meaning.

This child doesn't treat himself like a human being.

Yan Sen walked out of the room, through the disinfection channel, and returned to the observation room.

"Do you understand now?" Yan Sen looked at the group of dumbfounded researchers, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "You treat her as a patient, a victim, even a monster. But in her own mind, she's just an object. Objects don't eat on their own; someone has to use them."

"What you lack is not a doctor, but an instruction manual."

Yan Sen pointed to the girl inside who had returned to a deathly silence, his eyes turning cold.

"In the logic of the Medicine Immortal Society, she is a 'Gu-body Holy Child.' But before she turns back into a 'human,' she is just an obedient puppet. If you want her to live, don't talk to her about feelings; that's a high-level thing, and she can't handle it right now. First, give her orders and make her maintain her functions like a living organism."

Liao Zhong took a deep drag on his cigarette, his voice hoarse through the swirling smoke: "Damn it... those bastards from the Medicine Immortal Society deserve to die a thousand times over."

"Now here's the problem." Yan Sen turned around and looked at Liao Zhong. "She's eaten, but those things inside her can't be satisfied with just a few spoonfuls of nutritional paste."

Liao Zhong's expression changed instantly: "You mean... Gu?"

"Yes." Yan Sen's expression turned more serious than ever before. "In my eyes, the black energy within her is restless. It's hungry. And its current food... is the Qi of this Gu child."