Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen was overjoyed to receive Liu Qingyang's call.

"Mission accomplished!" Liu Qingyang said on the phone. "We were a great success! It was incredibly exciting! Very...very!"

"When are you coming back?" Shang Muchen felt like he had a million things he wanted to say to Liu Qingyang, but he didn't know where to begin, or what he could say and what he couldn't.

"I'll be back tonight, but I probably won't get back to the dorm until midnight. I don't want to get up early tomorrow, so let's go out and have some fun tomorrow afternoon. Boss Ai gave me the day off."

Liu Qingyang's cheerful voice came through the phone, making Shang Muchen feel as refreshed as if he had drunk a cool, refreshing lemon tea.

Even after hanging up the phone, Shang Muchen was still reluctant to part. He stared at his phone, lost in thought for several seconds, before finally snapping out of it.

The repeated hallucinations made him somewhat disoriented about everything happening in reality, and he sometimes had to repeatedly confirm that what was happening was not a dream.

I cracked my knuckles hard; it hurt a lot. It probably wasn't a dream.

After leaving the restaurant, Shang Muchen, feeling quite full, wandered aimlessly around the art district.

With his mind preoccupied with worries, he was like a seal that had been rescued by a wildlife conservation organization and then forcibly released back into the wild, bewildered, helpless, and at a loss.

Just as he was strolling to the famous industrial-style plaza in the art district, someone slapped him on the shoulder.

Looking back, it turned out to be the same girl I'd seen in the coffee shop before—with her messy red hair, a jingling mess of clothes, a t-shirt and hot pants, a mix of cyberpunk and chuunibyou styles, and freckles on her face.

"Hey! Shang Muchen! I can't lose you again this time! (≧∇≦)/"

She stood with her hands on her hips, trying her best to appear serious, but her feigned seriousness looked somewhat comical to Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen shook his head inwardly, thinking to himself, "I'm not old enough to be called an old man yet, I'm only in my early twenties, how could I be entangled with that old man's young mistress?"

Shang Muchen left without looking back.

"Hey! Why aren't you listening to me?! (-_-||)"

The little red-haired girl jumped up and down in a panic. She rushed forward, grabbed Shang Muchen's arm, and said, "Hey! Can you let me finish what I have to say? ∑(っ°Д°;)っ"

Shang Muchen silently withdrew his arm, looked at her, and waited for her to speak.

"Shang Muchen! You have been admitted to the 'Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau's Reserve Talent Pool'. Now I am your contact person."

You have to follow my orders, you're my little brother, haha! (*^▽^*)」

The little red-haired girl stood proudly with her hands on her hips, tiptoeing in fashionable open-toed sandals, and spoke loudly in a slightly boyish, metallic voice.

To be honest, Shang Muchen was quite shocked to hear the words "Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau" coming from the mouth of this scantily clad, brightly dressed young woman with eyeshadow, fluorescent paint, color-changing tattoos, and laser stickers.

Logically speaking, shouldn't the agents of this kind of unit be the kind of weirdos who wear black suits, sunglasses, and have the poker face of Agent Smith?

Shang Muchen's first reaction was that this girl was a fraud, and she didn't know where she heard these terms from, so she just started talking about them.

But then I thought about it again. The name "Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau" is not something that ordinary people would think of. Ordinary people don't know that this unit exists. This girl must have some connections.

Now Shang Muchen really didn't dare to underestimate her and asked, "How should I address you?"

"My name is Tu Shan Hu Po. I work in the Ordinary Human Intelligence Section of the Intelligence Department at the headquarters of the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau. I'm a Level 6 agent with a 'Kill Permit'. (*^▽^*)"

If you misbehave, I can just *biu* kill you and then not have to take any responsibility, hehe. (*∩_∩*)

The girl who called herself Tu Shan Amber had extremely rich and exaggerated expressions when she spoke, which made Shang Muchen think that she was a bit silly, so he could only believe her words with some doubt.

"Girl, aren't these things confidential? Is it something you can just say in public?" Shang Muchen asked in a low voice.

Admittedly, Tu Shan Amber's outfit was exaggerated, but she was quite beautiful. Her slender waist and legs, and her curvaceous figure were like an exaggerated cartoon character. In the heart of the 157 Art District, in the sculpture square with the most tourists, she certainly attracted the attention of many people.

Not only men stared at her, but many girls also pointed and whispered at her, and some foreign tourists even secretly took pictures of her with their cameras.

Shang Muchen's words made a lot of sense. As soon as he said this, Tu Shan Hu Po was stunned. She covered her mouth and showed an embarrassed expression: "Oh, you're right... (⊙_⊙)

But it's all your fault! It's all your fault for not listening to others! ˃⌑˂」

Shang Muchen shook his head helplessly, wondering if this girl, who was so naive, could really be an agent of the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau.

Having no other choice, he led Tu Shan Amber to a quiet coffee shop to sit down and have a detailed discussion.

Sipping his coffee, Shang Muchen pouted and said dismissively, "Hey, girl, you say you're an agent of the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau, what proof do you have? Do you have any identification?"

"Identity? Of course I have it, I'll show you... ⌯'▾'⌯"

As she spoke, she took out her phone, which was covered in stickers, pressed a few buttons, and proudly held it up for Shang Muchen to see.

Sure enough, an ID card appeared on the phone screen.

The ID card features a close-up of Tu Shan Hu Po's head. Her red hair is combed behind her ears, but she still wears heavy makeup, with her deep, vibrant eyeshadow and freckles clearly visible.

The document shows the marks of an official stamp, and below it are three lines of text:

[Name] Tu Shan Amber

[Unit] General Human Intelligence Section, Headquarters Intelligence Division

【grade】……

The place where the word "level" was written was deliberately covered by her finger, but Shang Muchen guessed from the gap that it didn't look like level 6, but rather a few words.

"Hey, give me your phone, let me take a closer look—" Shang Muchen reached for the phone, but Amber immediately pulled it back, raising her chin and saying, "My phone is secure, can I just let you look at it? (◜𖥦◝)

"Alright, I'll believe you this once," Shang Muchen nodded. "So what if you're an agent of the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau? What good will it do me?"

"Of course! (✧ω✧)" Amber suppressed her playful expression, trying her best to adopt a serious attitude, as if she were a newly appointed kindergarten caregiver speaking to the older children.

"From today onwards, you're officially part of the organization! You can't cause trouble anymore, understand? You need to consult and report to me more often! >ᴗ<"

"How do I request instructions or report?" Shang Muchen asked. "Also, what matters require requesting instructions or reporting?"

"Well..." Amber scratched her head and grinned sheepishly, "Anything's fine! (*^▽^*)"

Shang Muchen confirmed that this silly girl was a novice, a newbie, at most a liaison officer, definitely not a high-level agent with the power of life and death.

"Girl, at least leave me your contact information." Shang Muchen was a little speechless.

"Oh right." Amber hurriedly added Shang Muchen as a friend and left her phone number.

"By the way, I actually have something I'd like to ask you," Shang Muchen said. "Today I received a kickback from Ashiya Ninzaburo, 500 million yen."

Can I accept such a large sum of money? Is it legal? Do I need to pay taxes?

"I don't care about such a small thing!" Amber waved her hands dismissively. "If you bothered me every day for such a small amount of money, I would break down!"

Call me only if you have something important to say. I can't be bothered with such trivial matters. =_="

"So what exactly constitutes a serious matter?"

"Hmm—" Amber looked up at the sky, counting on her fingers, "Like how many people you killed today, how many buildings you blew up, how many battles you had with aliens, otherworldly travelers, or monsters..."

Things like this are the kinds of things that need to be reported to me.

Shang Muchen couldn't help but cover his face, deeply believing that he and this girl were incapable of communicating.

"By the way," Amber said with a grin, "Liu Qingyang and Lan Shannan's contact person is my god-sister, Wang Langhuan."

They were all reincarnations of Asura warrior goddesses, so they were practically family and shared a lot of common ground, which made it easier for them to talk to each other.