Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen obediently followed the man in uniform into an elevator without buttons.

The elevator doors opened again, leading to a passageway. There was a table next to it with a luggage tray similar to those used in airport security checkpoints. On the tray were my clothes, pants, and personal belongings such as my phone.

Shang Muchen saw that the water gun that Jilibeng had made for him had not been confiscated and was still there.

The man in uniform gestured towards the changing room next door, indicating that Shang Muchen should go change his clothes.

So, Shang Muchen took the tray and went inside to change his clothes.

While changing his clothes, Shang Muchen pondered that this wasn't his first time in a detention center. He had spent a night there while working undercover for Li Weiqiang, so he was familiar with the procedures.

After getting dressed and stepping out of the room, Shang Muchen was surprised to find that the elevator had completely disappeared. Opposite him was a desk, with another man in uniform sitting at it. Several documents were on the desk waiting for Shang Muchen to sign.

Shang Muchen glanced at the documents; they were all platitudes, nothing more than clauses instructing people not to make the same mistakes again, and promises to keep them confidential. There also seemed to be some kind of "Reserve Talent Pool Application Form."

All of these documents are uniformly signed "Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau".

Well, I've heard about this mysterious organization many times before, and I've finally gotten to deal with them.

Shang Muchen wanted to examine it closely, but the man in uniform banged on the table aggressively, urging him on. He had no choice but to hastily sign the document. The man in uniform then gestured for Shang Muchen to walk straight to the other end of the passage.

Shang Muchen nodded to the man behind the desk, obediently walked through the corridor, pushed open a glass door, and came outside.

The summer morning sun shone on his face, making Shang Muchen feel dizzy for a moment.

When he came to his senses, Shang Muchen was surprised to find himself standing next to a huge cast iron mechanical sculpture in the Iron Art Plaza of the 157 Art District, with several foreign tourists taking pictures not far away.

What's going on?

Looking back, there were no buildings, no houses, and no doors at all.

Shang Muchen looked around, deliberately walked back a bit, and stomped his foot hard on the ground. It felt very solid under his feet, not like there was a secret passage.

Was I "teleported" here?

Or perhaps I was drugged and only regained consciousness after being brought here?

Completely clueless, Shang Muchen scratched his head and tried to recall the events carefully, but he couldn't come up with a single clue.

I took out my phone and checked the time; it was already the morning of the next day. It seemed I had spent the night in the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau's cell.

He hadn't eaten breakfast, and his stomach was growling with hunger, but the strange fatigue in his body was gone. It was probably the effect of the pill. At this moment, Shang Muchen felt incredibly relaxed, and he could even jump higher than before.

That's really strange, maybe he took some kind of performance-enhancing drugs.

Shang Muchen went to his usual buffet restaurant and ate his fill while scrolling through his phone.

Liu Qingyang still didn't reply, but she sent a group photo without any caption—

The photo shows her and Xu Lele, smiling broadly as they put their arms around each other and make a victory sign. In the background is a giant robot called "Rescue Jun No. 1" and a mine that has been deliberately blurred.

Shang Muchen examined the picture carefully and noticed a detail:

"Rescue No. 1" originally had four arms, but now it only has two left, and its body has many scratches.

Thinking back to what he had seen in the illusion before, Liu Qingyang was piloting "Rescue Jun No. 1" and fighting against a red-haired giant and a nine-headed serpent. The robot's two arms were broken off by the serpent.

Shang Muchen had always thought that the scene was a daydream he had made up while he was drunk and dreaming. But now, seeing the huge robot missing two arms, Shang Muchen couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Could it be that what I saw before wasn't a daydream, but a real event?

How is that possible?

It was clearly just a fantastical scenario that she had conjured up in her mind because she was worried about Liu Qingyang and secretly jealous.

Although Liu Qingyang is a veteran, she is ultimately just a doctoral student majoring in mechanical engineering, not a special forces member. How could she possibly be piloting a robot to fight monsters?

Besides, monsters don't exist in the real world...

Even Shang Muchen himself was a little unsure about this second idea.

Although I've never seen monsters, I'm quite familiar with aliens and ghosts.

Logically speaking, if aliens and ghosts can exist, then surely red-haired giants and hydras can exist too...

While eating, Shang Muchen was lost in thought when a bank payment notification popped up on his phone.

[Your bank card has received 5,000,000.00 yuan. Please check your account.]

Shang Muchen didn't see the decimal point and comma clearly at first, and was still wondering who had nothing better to do than transfer five thousand yuan to him. Was it his mother?

Looking at the payer information, it turned out to be Ashiya Ninzaburo.

He also left a message, meaning that the money was a gift to thank those who broke through the "Reflection Spirit Platform Formation" and saved people.

Shang Muchen thought to himself, "This is really strange. It's 5,000 yuan, why is it accurate to 5 decimal places?"

Upon closer inspection, I was so shocked that I dropped my chopsticks. After carefully counting, I realized it was 500 million!

Isn't it Japanese yen?

Shang Muchen craned his neck, stared wide-eyed, pricked up his ears, opened his mouth wide, bared his teeth, and stuck out his tongue. He stared blankly for ten minutes, until his eyes blurred, before finally confirming that the unit was indeed RMB.

Shang Muchen's first reaction was—Did he accidentally press the wrong button?

Serves you right. I'm not backing down unless you come begging me in person.

After a few more seconds of stunned silence, Shang Muchen suddenly realized that it was inappropriate for him to accept such a large sum of money from a lowly samurai with an unclear background.

Should I ask someone if I can accept this money?

At this moment, Shang Muchen regretted not asking Chen Qingdai, the beautiful older sister from the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau, for her contact information. That way, he could consult her and report to her if anything happened, and have her as a backer.

Sigh, they really lack social experience!

Ask your fourth uncle.

Shang Muchen called his fourth uncle, but he didn't answer.

Okay, I'll keep it for now. Anyway, if anyone asks, I'll just say I never spent it and I can return it anytime.

Shang Muchen then thought again, "Eat those bastards!"

They're willing to give me money, so I guess I deserve it. I'll just stop serving them from now on.

At this moment, Shang Muchen has nearly six million in his account, lives in a mansion worth over 100 million, his wardrobe is full of luxury men's clothing left by Sa Sanqi, his watch cabinet is filled with dozens of high-end watches, and his basement is stocked with thousands of bottles of high-end old wine.

Shang Muchen could now more or less understand what Wu Ruofeng, the director of the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau, had said to his fourth uncle during the banquet: "...For cultivators, money is an external thing..."

Indeed, Shang Muchen has more money in his pocket than he can spend. He doesn't even know how to spend it, nor does he have any intention of spending it at all.

With no worries about food and drink, a place to live, and parents who will receive a generous pension sooner or later, and a girlfriend who isn't greedy for luxury, what would I need so much money for?

His father's constant nagging about making money, finding a job, and supporting himself had long since vanished. At this moment, only two thoughts occupied Shang Muchen's mind:

First, what exactly happened to Liu Qingyang?

In particular, how much of her past life experience, which appeared at the same time as Lan Shannan, was real, and how much was just a daydream she imagined under the illusion?

Secondly, what exactly is wrong with me?

Why have I encountered so many strange things lately? Where did these unusual sensory abilities come from? Among the people around me, who are good and who are bad?

Shang Muchen's mind was full of questions. The more he thought about it, the more questions he had, and the more he struggled with them.

Suddenly, the phone rang; it was Liu Qingyang calling.