Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

The overwhelming amount of information crashed down on him, suffocating him like a tsunami. For a moment, Shang Muchen felt like he had collapsed, feeling worse than death.

He didn't know how much time had passed—perhaps not very long—in any case, time was meaningless at this moment, and Shang Muchen gradually regained his senses.

The perspective gradually shifts back to Lan Shannan, from her birth to adulthood and then to her old age. Her entire life unfolds slowly before Shang Muchen like a scroll painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

In this painting, she is just an ordinary woman: born, going to school, getting married, becoming a housewife, having children, having children who grow up and leave home, her husband retiring, her husband dying, and she living her life alone.

This is nothing.

Suddenly, another scroll unfolds, showing Lan Shannan as an airplane pilot, skillfully maneuvering a commercial airliner and becoming a highly respected captain.

The third scene unfolds, showing her as a prostitute, falling into the hands of gangsters, being beaten, and ending up on the streets.

The fourth image, the fifth image... one scroll after another unfolded, and Shang Muchen was about to vomit from watching so many images flashing by.

Suddenly, Shang Muchen realized something.

These scenes probably depict the different lives Lan Shannan experiences in different worlds.

How can I see her life?

What about my life?

As soon as this thought arose, an image instantly unfolded before my eyes:

Shang Muchen was born into an ordinary family, graduated from an ordinary school, and worked in a shopping mall under the Tianlu Group. He started as a warehouse management intern and worked his way up to warehouse supervisor before retiring.

Shang Muchen had already witnessed the exact same life once before in the Ouroboros's dream.

Such a life is disgusting, bland and uneventful, meaningless and worthless. It would be better to be dead.

Suddenly, an invisible hand snatched the scroll and tore it apart with a whoosh, replacing it with another painting that unfolded before Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen clearly recognized the hand—it was indeed a hand, although he couldn't see its physical form, he could tell it was a hand—it was his own hand.

Yes, he tore up that scroll of his life with his own hands.

Life's trajectory has reached a crossroads after a small choice.

In the previous chapter of his life, after the graduation banquet, Shang Muchen did not follow his fourth uncle to learn feng shui. Instead, he listened to his father, deleted his fourth uncle's contact information, and kept his distance from him.

In the next chapter of his life, after the college entrance banquet, Shang Muchen followed his fourth uncle to learn feng shui, embarking on a magnificent and awe-inspiring life.

Seeing another version of his life unfold before him, Shang Muchen knew the countless choices and paths he might face in the future. His mind felt as if it had been split open, and even without a body, it was trembling incessantly.

As Shang Muchen continued to compare the two phases of his life, he suddenly realized that the fundamental turning point did not occur at the graduation banquet, but rather during a walk on the street.

That day, he happened to pass by the back alley of Yanji University.

As if possessed, he tilted his head towards the depths of the alley and caught sight of Liu Qingyang beating someone up.

It was this simple act of tilting one's head and glancing around that led to a fork in the road of life.

Shang Muchen instantly understood that the reason his life had been illuminated and transformed into a completely different version was not due to himself, but rather because of his intersection with Liu Qingyang.

Liu Qingyang is an "Asura female warrior who fell to Earth" with a white flame hidden deep in her body and mind. Her very existence is a huge variable.

Slowly, Shang Muchen's own life story gradually came together, rolled up again, and disappeared into the void.

As my mind calmed down, the chaotic illusions before my eyes gradually subsided.

Shang Muchen tried to regain his composure, his vision gradually rising, moving away from this illusory realm.

Like a rocket taking off, gradually moving away from Earth, Shang Muchen's perspective slowly shifted from Lanshan South back to reality.

The shackles around Lan Shannan's neck had disappeared. Shang Muchen completely understood this situation, because when the Japanese-style room was burned down, the shackles controlling her had probably been severed.

Continuing to focus his mind, as if reeling in a fishing line, Shang Muchen's vision gradually returned, and he could see his surroundings clearly again.

At this moment, the Reflection Spirit Platform Formation has probably been broken. In the open space in front of the flat-roofed building guarded by Lanshan South Town, Xiao Jie, Fang Xuan, and Wu Biao were all sprawled on the ground, their bodies soaked in sweat.

Fujiwara Eikichi then ran to Aoi Minami's side and pulled her aside to ask her how she was doing.

Ashiya Ninzaburo stood with a serious expression, his hands behind his back, his lips drooping, his eyes fixed on the depths of the corridor, without uttering a word.

His fists were clenched so tightly that the veins on his forearms and the backs of his hands bulged, and you could even see the blood pulsating. He kept rubbing his thumb against his index finger, making a cracking sound, as if he was about to crush something to vent his anger.

Shang Muchen overheard the discussion between Xiao Jie and the other two:

"Glasses, my dad wants me to apply to the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau. Will I be dealing with this kind of thing every day?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

My dad made me study the I Ching and numerology. He often said that the world is far more mysterious than we imagine.

I didn't believe it at first, but I actually saw it today.

"Although today's scene is a bit bigger, I'm not surprised at all."

My mother is a Toltec shaman from Central America. She claims to be able to summon the undead and communicate with Father Regba.

It is said that she cured many patients using these witchcraft techniques.

"Curly hair, what you're saying is all superstition!"

"You shorty, you muscle-headed idiot!"

You've witnessed such a fantastical scene today—summoning terrifying illusions and battling a great demon—and you still don't believe it?

My mother once told me that in Toltec shamanic magic, there is indeed a series of spells called "Fear of the Elephant," which is used in the course of a magical duel to summon an image of the opponent's deepest fear, scaring the opponent to death.

She said that this tactic was first invented by oppressed Black slaves to fight against white slave owners and their priests, and it was very effective. Those people were deeply sinful, morally corrupt, and filled with disgusting and frightening thoughts.

"Forget about all that, Shorty, Curly, don't tell anyone about what we've been through today."

Why?

"Think it through yourselves. You are all heirs of your respective families, young masters, princes, and high-status businessmen."

If you reveal what happened today, people will think you're crazy.

"Curly Hair, imagine what the people on the board would think?"

"Glasses, you're right. Their first reaction will be that I, a mixed-race foreign kid, must be crazy."

They will get me removed from the board.

"That's right, so, what happened today is between you and me, and we shouldn't talk about it to anyone else!"

Hey, Shang Muchen is awake?

Shang Muchen, you scared us to death just now! We thought you had epilepsy. You kept twitching and no one could hold you down.

What's wrong with you?

Shang Muchen scratched his head, looking at the serious expression on Glasses' face. He didn't seem to be lying, yet he himself knew nothing about it. He could only shake his head and say, "It depends. Has it been resolved?"

"It's resolved! As you said, the terrifying entity we conjured defeated the unicorn, and the formation was broken."

"Now that the problem is solved, let's go inside and find Kaname Kabuto and Kurosaki Hideto. Let's not waste time here."

Shang Muchen supported his knees as he stood up from the ground.

Only then did he realize how heavy his physical body was, as heavy as carrying a 100-kilogram barbell, a disgusting and repulsive burden and shackle.