Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Even after returning to the haunted house at No. 44, Section 13, 157 Art District, Shang Muchen was still not recovered. His soul felt light and airy, as if it were "two separate skins" from his body.

He fumbled around for the fingerprint lock for ages, making several mistakes before finally guessing correctly. The massive bronze door opened, and Shang Muchen staggered into the house.

The moment he entered the room, Shang Muchen was nearly scared to death, and instantly sobered up halfway.

A headless, tall man dressed in coarse work clothes was crouching by the shoe cabinet on the threshold, crawling under the dark cabinet.

It took Shang Muchen a long time to remember that this was an old resident of the house, an old worker who had been dead for decades, Wang Jianshe.

"Brother Wang, what are you busy with here?"

Shang Muchen let out a long breath, sat down on the shoe-changing stool at the threshold, and asked while changing his shoes.

"My head...fell down there...it's so dark..."

Wang Jianshe's voice came from the hollow in his neck.

Fueled by alcohol, Shang Muchen mustered his courage and carefully examined the area. He discovered that where Wang Jianshe's neck was broken, there was neither bone nor blood, just a dark, empty hole.

"I can't see... Comrade Xiao Shang, can you help me...?"

"Let me do it. I'll turn on the light first. It's pitch black, I can't see anything."

"Don't turn on the light! It's too bright and glaring; I can't see anything!"

"You don't have eyes either, what are you afraid of?"

Despite saying that, Shang Muchen didn't turn on the light. He turned the threshold, went around to the other side of the shoe cabinet, pushed aside a box that was blocking the way, and found Wang Jianshe's head with his eyes closed, rolling into the corner.

Shang Muchen grabbed his hair and pulled his head out.

Holding his head, Shang Muchen found it a bit funny, as if he were some ancient general who had beheaded the enemy.

Shang Muchen patted Wang Jianshe's buttocks, who was lying on the ground, and then shoved his head into Wang's arms.

Wang Jianshe fumbled around and finally managed to hold the head in his hands, patted it a few times, and then put it on his neck.

The moment it was put on around the neck, it was as if a power source had been switched on; the face instantly became lifelike, and the eyes could even move.

"Thank you, Comrade Shang!" Wang Jianshe extended his hand, intending to shake hands with Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen extended his hand politely, only to find that his physical hand did not move, but his soul's hand reached out and shook his hand.

"Brother Wang, you need to be more careful next time," Shang Muchen complained. "Or maybe we should use some glue to seal his head in place?"

"What kind of talk is that? For the sake of construction, minor injuries won't keep us off the front lines!"

"What are you doing?"

"I plan to move the cabinet by the door so that it will be much easier for materials to be fed into the workshop."

"Where are the workshops left?"

"Isn't this the workshop?"

Shang Muchen figured he couldn't explain it to him, so he stopped arguing, turned on the light, and went inside.

Looking back, Wang Jianshe's figure was blurred under the lamplight and disappeared in an instant.

What kind of things do I encounter every day?

Shang Muchen felt a little regretful, thinking that if he had studied hard in high school, he could have become a doctor, lawyer, or teacher.

Now he has no choice but to live in a haunted house; he didn't study hard, and that's why he's not doing well.

After washing up, Shang Muchen, still tipsy, went straight to sleep.

He seemed to have had many dreams, but couldn't remember them. It wasn't until the morning sun shone on his face and the doorbell rang loudly that Shang Muchen groggily woke up.

"Who is it?"

Turning on the bedside camera, Shang Muchen saw that Fatty Wang was standing outside the door with two henchmen, carrying a stack of documents.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Brother Wang, I just woke up. I'll come downstairs and open the door right away!"

Shang Muchen hurriedly threw on a coat, rushed out of the bedroom, jumped down the stairs in three steps, slid to the front door, and opened it.

"Haha, Brother Shang, you're amazing! To be able to sleep so soundly in a haunted house, you're a master!"

Fatty Wang raised his thumb, and his two lackeys also looked on with admiration.

"Hehe, I drank a little last night and got drunk."

Shang Muchen quickly and politely invited Wang Da Pangzi into the house.

Wang Da Pangzi had his underlings put all the documents on the table and said to Shang Muchen, "I received a notice from the relevant higher authorities to transfer ownership of this property at No. 44, Block 13, and everything inside to you."

Brother Shang, you've struck it rich! Let me tell you, Sa Sanqi has quite a bit of money stored in the safe in the basement!

None of us dared to touch it before; who would dare spend money on ghosts!

Shang Muchen smiled wryly and said, "I didn't expect things to develop so quickly."

Brother Wang, if you transfer all of these to me, won't you be at a loss?

"I won't lose money, brother, don't worry!" Fatty Wang patted Shang Muchen on the shoulder and said, "Think about it, this house was originally a liability for me. I have to maintain it, but I can't rent it out, let alone sell it."

Besides, I'm doing you a favor by handing the house over to you, so I'll definitely get some compensation from above!

Give me any small project, and I can make a fortune—far better than guarding this haunted house!

As he spoke, Fatty Wang pointed "above" with a big smile on his face.

Shang Muchen instantly understood what he meant; he guessed that the old man would reward Wang Da Pangzi for transferring the property yesterday.

Just as Uncle Si said, those in power can simply raise a finger and those in power will be well-fed and clothed.

After signing a large pile of documents, Fatty Wang was very satisfied. He kept one copy for himself and one for Shang Muchen, and then said to Shang Muchen, "Brother Shang, come out and see, I brought you a gift."

"A gift? Oh, Brother Wang, you're too kind! I haven't even repaid you yet!"

Shang Muchen smiled and walked out of the house with Wang Dapangzi. They saw a small truck parked at the entrance of the courtyard, with a very exquisite plaque on it.

"White Crow Studio"

"How is it? I asked an old calligrapher in the park to write this," Wang Da Pangzi said with a smug look on his face. "I think it's pretty good."

Shang Muchen blushed slightly, nodded repeatedly, and thanked him profusely.

Wang Da Pangzi directed his underlings to hang the plaque outside the courtyard gate, and then instructed them to have the gardeners remove the weeds and redo the landscaping.

Shang Muchen was deeply moved: "Brother Wang, you're so kind to me! You've thought of everything so carefully!"

"It's nothing, just a small favor. I work in property management; I don't know how to do anything else, but cleaning houses and yards is my job."

"Brother Wang, what can I do for you? I'll do my best to help!"

Fatty Wang waved his hand with a smile, but one of his underlings grabbed his arm and whispered a few words in his ear.

Wang Da Pangzi nodded after hearing this, then turned to Shang Muchen and said politely, "Brother Shang, I do have something to ask you. Could you help me with it?"

It's okay, don't feel pressured. It's a small matter. If you can do it, great; if not, no worries, haha.

"Brother Wang, please tell me, I will do my best."

"Here's the thing, an old building area in the northeast corner of the park has recently been infested with rats. I hired a pest control company, but it didn't work."

My brother said, "Could it be bad feng shui? Could you please take a look?"