Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen composed a message about his encounter with Ashiya Renzaburo and sent it to Li Weiqiang.

Although I originally didn't want to have anything to do with Li Weiqiang anymore, at this point, it was still reliable to contact him. After all, he had said that if I heard any information about Kurosaki Hideto, I should report it to him in a timely manner.

Not long after, Li Weiqiang replied with a very simple message:

【knew】

understood?

and then?

Is that all?

You didn't even say how you would help me, and that's it?

Shang Muchen was a little discouraged.

But thinking about it again, what could Li Weiqiang possibly say?

Ashiya Ninzaburo had only invited him to help find someone, and he hadn't agreed. No one had broken the law, so what else could a deputy captain of the criminal investigation team say?

Feeling utterly bored, Shang Muchen put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the sky, and walked home with a book between his legs.

Before I even got home, the phone rang. I looked down and saw it was "Glasses" Xiao Jie.

"What's the matter?" Shang Muchen asked.

"We're one short," Xiao Jie answered decisively. "Are you brave enough to join?"

"Come on then."

If he hadn't mentioned whether he dared or not, Shang Muchen might not have come. But he had already been humiliated by Ashiya Renzaburo and his gang today, so Shang Muchen was somewhat angry.

When Shang Muchen arrived at Xiao Jie's private courtyard deep in the alley, he saw a card table set up in the yard, along with plenty of barbecue and beer.

"Hello!" Curly-haired Fang Xuan greeted Shang Muchen with a big smile.

"How the hell did you attract him here?" Shorty Wu Biao's already round eyes widened even more, and he slammed his hand on the table and stood up angrily.

"I'm not looking for him. Can you find someone else to play with? If he doesn't come, can the three of us play?" Ignoring Wu Biao, Xiao Jie turned and grinned, pointing to the mahjong tiles. He asked Shang Muchen, "Do you know how to play?"

"I learned this skill from spending Chinese New Year at my maternal grandmother's house since I was little. Just play whatever you want." Shang Muchen snorted and asked, "Isn't Young Master Lu with you?"

"Nonsense, if Brother Lu were here, would it even be your turn?" Wu Biao slammed the dice down in annoyance and said, "Since you're here, I'll teach you a lesson today, so don't blame me! Pick a seat!"

Shang Muchen smiled and said mysteriously, "From a feng shui perspective, choosing a seat when playing cards is very important."

Taking the Forbidden City as the central palace, this place is the Kun position, the Xuanwei Palace. Considering that today is three days before the full moon, and my zodiac sign is the horse…”

Shang Muchen pretended to do some calculations, then pointed to an empty seat and said, "I'll sit here."

"No way! You can't just say where you want us to sit! We have to roll the dice to decide the seating!" Wu Biao immediately became anxious.

Shang Muchen chuckled inwardly. He had been spouting nonsense, having no idea how to calculate auspicious or inauspicious directions. The jargon he was spouting was something he had learned on the spot at the coffee shop while having breakfast.

Unexpectedly, Wu Biao took it seriously, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy, fearing that Shang Muchen would use some kind of magical technique to defeat him.

Xiao Jie stepped in with a smile to smooth things over, saying, "We're not gambling, it's just a game, don't take it so seriously."

"Master Shang, please don't resort to any underhanded tactics! We haven't offended you, and we wouldn't dare provoke you."

Shang Muchen smiled, waved his hand repeatedly, and sat down to play cards.

After playing all afternoon, Wu Biao was the only one who kept losing; the other three people beat him.

The card table reveals a person's true character.

Shang Muchen realized that Wu Biao was straightforward and said whatever came to mind, revealing his own cards without even realizing it.

Curly-haired Fang Xuan is humble and generous, and naturally has good luck, rarely winning or losing.

Xiao Jie with glasses is indeed exceptionally clever. Shang Muchen has already realized that this guy is clearly controlling the situation. Sometimes, he could clearly win, but he chooses not to, giving the opportunity to Shang Muchen and Fang Xuan.

Shang Muchen muttered to himself, wondering what Xiao Jie was up to.

By dinnertime, the outcome was clear: the three of them combined had beaten Wu Biao, making Wu Biao so angry that his face turned red and he cracked his knuckles.

"Alright, it's almost lunchtime. Let's start drinking, that's enough playing." Xiao Jie pushed the cards in his hand, stood up, and went to arrange the barbecue.

Fang Xuan sat to the side and started making phone calls to arrange for Lu Mingdi to participate in an online celebrity interaction program in a few days.

Wu Biao sat there alone, sulking, and no one paid him any attention.

Shang Muchen felt sorry for him, like a bullied puppy, so he took a can of ice-cold beer, walked over to him, and handed it to him.

Wu Biao snatched the beer, raised his eyes, rolled his eyes at Shang Muchen, and complained, "You brat, why are you sitting at the same table as us?"

Shang Muchen shrugged dismissively and said, "As the ancients said, if shoulders are level, then you are brothers."

"When you're out in the world, having more friends means having more options. As long as there's no blood feud or a love triangle, everyone's a friend."

"Hmph, Brother Lu thinks you're the one who stole his wife!"

In a fit of pique, Wu Biao pried open the pull tab of the can with a "snap," but he used too much force and broke the tab.

In a fit of anger, he simply stretched out a finger and poked a hole in the can lid with a "bang," and beer foam bubbled out.

Shang Muchen grimaced as he watched, thinking to himself, "If that finger were to stab me, I'd be bedridden for half a month and wouldn't recover. I'd probably be at least several levels of disability, and he'd have to pay me tens of thousands of yuan."

"Liu Qingyang didn't agree to be with Lu Mingdi. Our relationship is a free choice, protected by law!" Shang Muchen said. "Young Master Lu has no shortage of girlfriends, why hang himself on one tree?"

"I don't care," Wu Biao shook his head and said, "Whatever Brother Lu says goes, you're Brother Lu's enemy."

My dad told me not to go against you, but I know there are conditions to that.

If you go against Lu Han, I won't tolerate it either.

"Am I crazy? Why would I bother with him? I wish he would forget me." Shang Muchen said the truth.

Just as they were chatting, someone knocked on the door of the courtyard in the alley.

Wu Biao got up, opened the door, and saw a young man he didn't recognize.

Shang Muchen recognized at a glance that the person standing outside the door was Fujiwara Eikichi, a disciple of Ashiya Renzaburo.

Looking defiant, the man, his face flushed, yelled at Shang Muchen, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard, "Finally found you!"

Shang Muchen was startled and raised an eyebrow, asking, "How did you find me?"

"I have my own methods!" Fujiwara Eikichi roared in perfect Mandarin, "Shang Muchen! You come out here! You have something to say!"

"I'm not going. I have nothing to say to you." Shang Muchen ignored him.

Fujiwara Eikichi caught sight of Wu Biao and glared at him: "You were there at the last dinner! You're in cahoots with Shang Muchen!"

"Who are you?" Wu Biao glared and cursed, "I'm not with him. I don't care if you two have something to do."

However, don't make a scene here and attract the attention of the neighbors.

"No, I need to find Shang Muchen!" With that, Fujiwara Eikichi forced his way into the courtyard.

"Hey! You son of a bitch! My words don't carry any weight!"

Wu Biao was already furious about losing the game, and seeing the young man with dyed hair, tattoos, and an earring standing there dumbfounded, he became even angrier. He grabbed the young man's arm and yelled:

"I'm talking to you like a human, can't you understand? Are you asking for a beating?"

Unexpectedly, with one grab, Wu Biao was sent flying as if he had been electrocuted.