Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Back at the courtyard of room 44 in section 13 where the haunted house was located, Shang Muchen saw that the large plaque of "White Crow Studio" had been hung up, the weeds in the yard had been cleared, and even the paint on the iron fence had been repainted.

Wang Da Pangzi is truly a man of quiet influence, very considerate in his work. No wonder he's so wealthy; I should learn from him.

With a sigh, Shang Muchen looked down and saw a delivery box by the door.

Has your old phone arrived?

Upon opening the package, it turned out to be the old phone that Jili had asked for.

Shang Muchen was more cautious and didn't apply for a phone number for him, but only gave him a cell phone and allowed him to use the house's Wi-Fi.

When I opened the door, the house was pitch black, and a white shadow floated past on the second floor.

Shang Muchen didn't bother to think about it too much; he guessed it was either Sa Sanqi or the ghost of Wang Jianshe.

Turning on the lights brightened the room, instantly making it feel much cozier.

Although it's a haunted house, it's really cozy here. Shang Muchen has only stayed for two days, but he has already developed a sense of belonging like a snail falling in love with its shell, ice cream falling in love with its egg roll, and hot pot beef slices falling in love with its sesame sauce.

He casually tossed his old phone onto the coffee table, sprawled out on the corner leather sofa, pulled out his phone, and started scrolling.

I had only been watching for a few minutes when suddenly a cold wind blew behind my ear, and an ominous feeling arose.

"Shang Muchen! You have a phone to play with, what about mine?" Chicken suddenly jumped out from behind the sofa, startling Shang Muchen.

"Damn it! If you scare people like that again, I'm confiscating your phone!"

Shang Muchen gestured towards the coffee table with his lip and said, "Isn't it over there? Remember to charge it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shang Muchen saw Jili Beng grab his phone and disappear instantly.

Where did that grandson go?

Shang Muchen stood up curiously and looked around, but he couldn't see any chickens jumping around.

At this moment, he remembered what his fourth uncle had said—to be cunning.

So, Shang Muchen calmed down and recalled the unusual, indescribable sense of peace and the itchy feeling in his head that he experienced each time his "Mind's Eye" worked.

Soon, the person calmed down, and their vision seemed to blur. All the furniture, decorations, and gadgets in front of them became both real and unreal, as if they were fake.

The moment the field of vision changed, the whole person became unusually calm, like a part embedded in a mold with zero tolerance, completely still.

In a daze, as if ink had been dripped into clear water, Shang Muchen could vaguely see an invisible energy expanding across his field of vision.

As his field of vision expanded, Shang Muchen was surprised to see a slender figure with long hair standing with his back to the outside in a dimly lit corner of the first-floor staircase.

Suddenly, the slender figure seemed to sense that Shang Muchen was observing him, and abruptly turned around, startling Shang Muchen:

The face of a gaunt, middle-aged man with empty eyes, a long tongue, and a livid complexion instantly appeared before Shang Muchen.

The moment he saw the man's face, his face suddenly teleported, instantly appearing right in front of Shang Muchen's face, almost face to face, as if he could lick Shang Muchen with just a flick of his tongue.

For some reason, Shang Muchen wasn't afraid at all. He himself wondered why he was so calm.

"Uncle Sa, is that you?"

Shang Muchen asked politely.

His question startled the man opposite him. He tried to retract his tongue and slapped his face hard, as if trying to appear human.

After much effort, the man sighed heavily and said with a slight lisp, "Young man, are you a new guest?"

"Yes, I'd like to stay at your esteemed place for a few days. I hope you'll be kind enough to offer me plenty of incense and prayers."

Shang Muchen said very politely.

"Incense and all that stuff is bullshit," Sa Sanqi shook his head and said. "Worldly enjoyment is bullshit too. Living is bullshit. Everything is bullshit!"

By the way, when you die, don't die here, otherwise you'll end up like me—unable to be reincarnated and suffering terribly.

"Well, I'm not planning to die yet, I haven't gotten married yet," Shang Muchen said weakly.

"I haven't gotten married either!" Sa Sanqi rolled his eyes, his hands shaking with excitement, and said to Shang Muchen, "Brother, listen to me, don't get married!"

Women are all the same! I'll lie to every woman I fall in love with!

"Look at me! I'm rich, I understand art, and I'm handsome. Why can't I find love?"

When Sa Sanqi got angry, his tongue darted out, and he couldn't speak properly. He was so angry that he slapped himself repeatedly.

Shang Muchen regretted listening to the heartbroken hanged man complain about his failed life and love life. It was all so pointless. He had really messed with him for no reason.

Sa Sanqi pulled Shang Muchen to the basement door, gestured towards the storage room, and said, "It's all yours! It's all yours! Brother, I don't want any of it."

"What's mine now?" Shang Muchen thought Sa Sanqi was referring to a cabinet full of high-end watches and vintage wines, but Sa Sanqi pulled Shang Muchen aside, pushed open the storage room filled with figurines, and pointed to the room full of exquisite life-size figurines, saying...

"My beloved wives are all yours! Women might cheat you out of your money and eventually abandon you, but they won't!"

"Uncle Sa, may I ask you a question?" Shang Muchen said with a wry smile, "Have you played with all of these toys?"

"Look at what you're saying! I always wash them very thoroughly!"

Shang Muchen wanted to curse, but felt it would be foolish to argue with a hanged man, so he smiled wryly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm still young, not old enough yet..."

While I was chatting with Sa Sanqi, my cell phone, which was on the sofa on the first floor, suddenly rang.

In an instant, Shang Muchen lost his focus, his vision blurred, and he was jolted back to reality as if he had been hit on the forehead with chalk by the teacher while sleeping in class.

Sa Sanqi was gone, and he stood alone and foolishly at the door of one of the storage rooms in the basement.

Without even paying attention to Sa Sanqi, Shang Muchen rushed back to the sofa, picked up his phone, and answered the call. His fourth uncle's voice came through the phone:

"Xiao Chen, there's a big job tomorrow. Dress smartly, I'll show you around."

"Okay, thank you, Fourth Uncle!"

Then, my fourth uncle sent a message, specifying the time and place: a financial building near the CBD.

"If you want to dress neatly, wear my clothes."

I have custom-made suits from Zegna and Segabre, but I can't wear them anyway, so it's a shame to just leave them there.

Sa Sanqi's sudden appearance startled Shang Muchen.

Sa Sanqi led Shang Muchen to the dressing room on the second floor. Opening the wardrobe, a row of elegantly colored and exquisitely tailored top-quality custom-made suits was revealed.

"Wool is too hot to wear this season. How about fine wool? Come on, I'll put together a look for you. Trust my taste as an artist."

Sa Sanqi helped Shang Muchen put together a suit and leather shoes, and also chose a wallet and watch.

Unexpectedly, Shang Muchen actually fit Sa Sanqi's clothes perfectly.

"Go, go find love for me!" Sa Sanqi said earnestly. "Tomorrow is a good day for love, go on a date! Make my dream of romance under the spring flowers and autumn moon come true!"

Shang Muchen wanted to say that he was there to work, but seeing Sa Sanqi's enthusiastic attitude, he couldn't bear to say it outright.