Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

For the first time in his life, Shang Muchen experienced the sweetness of the saying, "Words are a roadblock, and clothes are a creepy hair."

With just a few words, Shang Muchen easily forced back Xiao Jie, the chief strategist under Lu Mingdi, nicknamed "Glasses." The guy didn't even dare to touch the watch on the table before fleeing in a panic. This gave Shang Muchen a sense of smug satisfaction, like Fan Jin passing the imperial examination or Ah Q bullying a little nun.

Seeing Shang Muchen's smugness, Liu Qingyang asked softly, "Shang Muchen, is your watch real?"

"Hmm, it might really be genuine." Shang Muchen replied as he put the watch back on his wrist. "According to Xiao Jie, there are only three of the same model in Beijing, and one of them is in the hands of a boss surnamed Sa."

The original owner of this watch was surnamed Sa.

"Oh?" Liu Qingyang raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Tell me what happened, I'd like to hear it."

Shang Muchen gave a wry smile and said with a cute and sincere look like a little rabbit in a garden, "What I'm about to say is not even something I can guarantee is true. Even if I were the person involved, I would find it outrageous."

I'm just saying this haphazardly, so you can just take it as a casual remark. It's like this...

Shang Muchen told Liu Qingyang everything about how he moved into Sa Sanqi's haunted house, Director Wu Ruofeng's dinner party, the three ghosts, and everything that happened inside the haunted house.

The teacher spoke for a full hour. Liu Qingyang listened intently, his eyes fixed on the screen, his body leaning forward, completely still, like a teacher highlighting key points during a final exam, afraid of missing a single word, not even daring to breathe loudly.

It wasn't until today, when his fourth uncle brought him to assess the feng shui of the Qiancheng Group, that Liu Qingyang slowly leaned back in his chair, pursed his lips, paused for a few seconds to process Shang Muchen's story, took another sip of coffee to calm himself, and then said:

"Hmm, that was a good story..."

"I also think it's a good story." Shang Muchen tapped the glass of his watch with his fingernail and said with a wry smile, "I can't guarantee the authenticity of the content. I don't know how much of it is my hallucination or delusions of a split personality."

I might have gone crazy, but it doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't affect my life.

"It's fun to jump around in the chickens. When will you take me to see them? I've never seen an alien before."

"If you're not afraid, this isn't difficult."

"So, you own a house now?"

"Yeah, it's pretty big. The first floor alone is over a thousand square meters. Just imagine, they've built half an indoor basketball court, and there's still a lot of extra space. It'll be a lot of fun."

"Aren't you scared living alone in such a big place?"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's not like I'm alone. There are four other ghosts too. It'll be quite a lively scene."

"Putting aside the ghost story, your story is actually quite fascinating," Liu Qingyang said earnestly, resting her chin on her hand.

"If, as you say, the property and inheritance all belong to you, that's quite a fortune, enough for you to live a completely carefree life without doing anything."

Shang Muchen shook his head and said, "Money and such are all illusions; the most important thing in life is experience."

What's the difference between someone who has no experience, just drifting along and waiting to die, and a salted fish?

"What you say makes a lot of sense." Liu Qingyang nodded, then suddenly asked, "Shang Muchen, what else are you hiding from me?"

"What do you mean?" Shang Muchen said seriously, "Didn't you say in the three rules that I wouldn't hide anything from you? But you have to give me a chance to speak."

Liu Qingyang nodded, extended her index finger, and gently tapped Shang Muchen's forehead, saying softly, "Don't lie to me!"

"I'm telling the truth. Even the exaggerated parts are just hallucinations from my own madness, not lies," Shang Muchen said, clutching his chest and swearing earnestly.

"Yes, you can be crazy, but you can't lie to me." Liu Qingyang gently put her arm around Shang Muchen's shoulder, rested her head on his shoulder, and said softly.

"I don't mind going crazy with you, after all, the world is crazy enough as it is."

After a few seconds, Liu Qingyang sat up straight and asked, "You just said that Fourth Uncle asked you to 'observe qi' here?"

"Yes, he told me to rely on my intuition to see if I could spot anything unusual."

"Alright then, go take a look. I'm curious too, what can you find out?" Liu Qingyang said with a smile, nudging Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen nodded, got up and went to the window.

Looking out of the building's windows, you can see the neck of the "dragon head" of the Qiancheng Group's architectural complex.

Looking down, you see the Xiaoqing River basin, its banks beautifully renovated, adorned with colorful lights, flowers, cafes, and small shops, exuding a charming petit-bourgeois atmosphere.

It's rush hour now, and there aren't many pedestrians on the street. A few brightly dressed little butterflies are stretching their legs to take selfies among the flowers, while a few old men with their hands behind their backs are watching and talking from a distance, seemingly bored.

The crystal-clear Xiaoqing River always seems to be shrouded in a thin mist, adding a little mystery and a lot of emptiness and thirst to this neighborhood that resembles a Lolita fashion dollhouse.

Relaxing his mind and body, Shang Muchen shut down his consciousness, letting the sea of ​​his subconscious ripple freely within the cage of his mind.

His field of vision began to slowly change. At first, Shang Muchen, standing on the top floor of the high-rise building, could even see the expressions of the people on the ground:

The vendors' frustration, the old man's sly grin, the passersby's weariness—faces flashed by like rapidly turning pages of a picture book.

Shang Muchen's vision seemed to detach from his body, wandering freely on the riverside street like a fly.

He didn't know how much of what he saw was real and how much was just his imagination. In any case, Shang Muchen tried to clear his mind, letting the scene before him appear and disappear, then appear again.

In a daze, my vision flew over the Xiaoqing River, then across it, and onto the Y-shaped viewing platform.

As Shang Muchen flew to the entrance of the underground passage at the head of the dragon-shaped building complex, his gaze was unexpectedly drawn to a patch of dark graffiti.

The walls of the underground passage were covered with graffiti.

These graffiti were clearly permitted by the property management and were part of the street art decorations, mostly featuring famous scenes of fashionable figures or anime characters.

However, among all the graffiti, there was one particularly eye-catching scene that immediately caught Shang Muchen's attention.

This is a giant black dragon that runs through the entire graffiti wall, its coiled and winding body extending from the entrance into the depths of the underground passage.

In the position of the dragon's head, a withered dragon head is painted, rather than a living dragon head.

Shang Muchen instinctively felt that this black dragon graffiti was in the same style as the black dog graffiti and the giant black rat graffiti where the Rat King was located.

Just as he was engrossed in observing the graffiti, suddenly, the black, withered dragon on the wall moved, its empty eye sockets seemingly glancing at Shang Muchen, startling him and bringing him back to his senses instantly.

"Mu Chen, what's wrong?" Liu Qingyang's excited voice reached his ears, and only then did Shang Mu Chen realize that she had been shaking her body.

"You've been convulsing, it scared me to death! Are you alright?" Liu Qingyang gently supported Shang Muchen, who was standing by the window, and asked anxiously.