Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Hearing his brother's words, Shang Muchen felt a little distressed, but at least he knew some direction, which could be considered a gain.

After thanking his brother, Shang Muchen asked, "Brother, now that we've found the root cause of the illness, how do we treat it?"

"It's difficult to cure," said the older brother, Shang Muming, resting his chin on his hand, frowning, and gently tapping the coffee table with his other finger.

"Think about it, if her soul were to fully expand, her physical body certainly wouldn't be able to withstand it."

However, changing the physical vehicle is not an easy task.

Until a better solution is found, the best course of action is to maintain the status quo.

Perhaps she'll just live her life peacefully like this, and then consider it when she's reincarnated in her next life.

"A lifetime? My God!"

"Life is very short, Xiao Chen, you'll understand soon enough."

"Ten years, twenty years... they've all passed in the blink of an eye," my brother said. "Look how old I am now!"

"Thirty? Twenty-eight?" Shang Muchen thought, his brother shouldn't be that much older than him.

"If I were to calculate based on my own memories and experience, I would be around 450 years old at the moment."

However, this is only my experience in the realm of consciousness; physically, I am indeed not yet thirty years old.

"My God! Four hundred and fifty years old? Bro, you mean, if we include your experiences in your dreams, you've essentially lived for four hundred and fifty years?"

"You understand very well," Shang Muming nodded and said, "Time is a very unreliable thing for humans."

In a dream world, the flow of time is already ten times that of real life;

In the case of double or triple dreams, the flow of time increases exponentially.

Therefore, you must learn to stop using the unreliable concept of 'time' to measure life, and instead use 'experience' itself as the unit of measurement for the depth of your life.

Shang Muchen nodded, seemingly puzzled but also impressed.

"Alright, I have other things to do. I'm relieved to see you're all right." The older brother stood up, patted Shang Muchen's shoulder affectionately, and said, "I'll come visit often in the future. Just remember where you are."

"Brother, can I go to your world?" Shang Muchen asked. "I want to meet my father as a successful person, and also see myself in that world."

"Uh, well..." Shang Muming looked troubled and said, "The castle you came to before wasn't my real world either. It was just... not exactly a dream, but you can just treat it as a dream for now."

As for my real world, it is currently facing a life-or-death crisis of extinction. I and some other powerful individuals are working hard to resolve the crisis, so it's best not to go.

"Oh, I see..." Shang Muchen said with a hint of regret.

"But it's okay, I'll bring you a photo album and family videos next time I come, don't worry." The older brother patted Shang Muchen's shoulder affectionately again, nodded and said goodbye.

After seeing his brother off, Shang Muchen was somewhat confused and upset. In a daze, his dream became blurry and his consciousness gradually became chaotic.

When I regained consciousness, I was already awake in my original bed.

Sitting on the bed, lost in thought for a long time, Shang Muchen recalled everything that had happened last night, feeling it was so real, yet so unreal.

The warm morning sun streamed in through the Bauhaus-style skylight, illuminating the entire house and enveloping everything in a cozy atmosphere.

Ghosts? Alien ghosts? Where are there ghosts?

Brother? Where is that alluring yet fierce vampire maid who used to be by his side?

Are they real, or just an interesting, automatically generated fantasy from the brain?

Rubbing his eyes, Shang Muchen stood up, washed up, and felt much refreshed.

The phone rang; it was Uncle Si calling: "Xiao Chen, are you still alive?"

"Alive."

"Did you see a ghost?"

"Tsk tsk, well, it's a long story..."

"I can tell you're alright right away, haha, good kid, not bad! If you're free tonight, come to the CBD and have dinner with me and my friends."

"no problem."

Not long after, the doorbell rang, and the two cleaning ladies sent by the fat boss, Mr. Wang, arrived, along with my mother carrying a large pile of things.

The mother was astonished by the size of the house and carefully instructed Shang Muchen:

"Xiao Chen, when you're staying at someone's place, be careful. Don't touch or move anything. Be alert and don't break anything in the house, or we won't be able to afford to pay for it!"

"Mom, don't worry, I just need a place to sleep, I won't touch anything."

"Stay for a few days to have some fun, then go home. I'll talk to your dad."

My mother gave me countless instructions and helped me pack, and finally left with great reluctance.

The cleaning ladies had been busy all day, thoroughly cleaning the house. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and the two of them were so scared that they couldn't stay any longer and fled in a panic.

Thinking about having dinner with his fourth uncle that evening, Shang Muchen stopped tidying up, locked the door, and hurriedly headed to the agreed-upon restaurant.

This was a rather upscale Huaiyang cuisine restaurant. The moment Uncle Si saw Shang Muchen, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Was the haunted house fun?"

"I'd rather sleep in a cemetery. Haunted houses aren't just fun or not, they're just too noisy."

The image of Chicken Jumping around was constantly flashing before Shang Muchen's eyes.

"In this day and age, where are we going to find you a burial plot?" Uncle Si laughed. "Come on, I'll introduce you to some old masters of the martial arts world."

Today, a major client treated us to dinner.

You should participate in these kinds of occasions more often; dinner parties are very educational.

"Thank you, Fourth Uncle."

The uncle and nephew entered the private room, led by a waiter.

Upon entering the private room and seeing the person sitting there, Shang Muchen was taken aback.

Surprisingly, one of Lu Mingdi's henchmen, a short man, was present.

When this guy saw Shang Muchen, he didn't say anything else, but nodded to him in a cold but polite manner, and Shang Muchen also nodded silently in acknowledgment.

Soon, all the guests arrived, the host entered, and everyone in the private room stood up to greet him warmly.

Shang Muchen saw that there were ten people at this dinner party.

The owner was a white-haired, imposing figure who looked like a leader of some organization.

The first seat to the left of the host was occupied by a rather old man, his face covered in wrinkles, who looked to be in his eighties or nineties, yet he was quite robust and moved freely without needing any assistance.

The second seat on the left was occupied by a middle-aged businessman, who was not tall but had a very strong build.

The short man sat next to him, in the third seat on the left.

The first seat to the right of the master was occupied by a stunningly beautiful woman with a striking figure, who appeared to be in her thirties. She wore a sexy black dress and had long, flowing hair.

Fourth Uncle sat in the second seat on the right, and Shang Muchen sat next to him in the third seat on the right.

Three people in black suits, two men and one woman, sat on the third seat away from the host.

Shang Muchen clearly remembered that those three people were the Japanese soldiers who had given Lu Mingdi the gloves in the gold shop a couple of days ago.

Most of the people in the room knew each other, except for the dwarf and Shang Muchen, who were unfamiliar faces.

The host smiled and asked his fourth uncle, "Shang Laosi, who is this young man?"

Uncle Si said with a proud look on his face, "Boss, this is my nephew, 'White Crow' Shang Muchen."