Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen was quite pleased that Liu Qingyang and Xu Lele were able to accept his explanation.

However, Shang Muchen couldn't understand their explanations of these things at all.

Fang Xuan didn't take it seriously and said with a smile, "You've had your fun and the story is over. It's already late at night. I'll take you home."

"Thank you, but I'll just take a taxi to send them both home." Shang Muchen politely and firmly refused the curly-haired Fang Xuan's offer, as if asserting his ownership.

After escorting Liu Qingyang and Xu Lele back to their dormitory, Liu Qingyang gave Shang Muchen a gentle hug before parting ways.

Xu Lele turned her head away and said loudly, "Okay, you can start kissing now!"

"Get lost!" Liu Qingyang laughed and pushed her away, then turned around and gently kissed Shang Muchen's cheek, saying, "I won't stay with you. You must be tired after all this time. Go back and rest."

Since it's all in the past, don't dwell on it. Relax.

"Okay." Shang Muchen nodded with a smile, watching Liu Qingyang and Xu Lele skip and playfully go back to their dormitory.

After leaving the girls' dormitory, Shang Muchen walked alone on the campus of Yanji University.

It was nearly midnight, and the huge campus was deserted.

A stray cat, pure white, emerged from the holly bushes and greeted Shang Muchen with a meow.

"Hello, I don't have any food, sorry." Shang Muchen shrugged helplessly.

The stray cat wouldn't give up, so Chong Shang Muchen waved his paws repeatedly, signaling him to follow, as if he was going to lead him somewhere.

Shang Muchen didn't want to pay attention to it, thinking that the stray cat was probably just hungry and begging for food.

A man venturing into the world shouldn't just casually follow a stray cat into the bushes in the middle of the night; who knows if it's a honey trap?

Shang Muchen wanted to walk around the cat and continue walking out, but the stray cat wouldn't have it. It kept meowing at him and eventually pounced on him, grabbing his trouser leg.

"Oh dear, please, these are Sa Sanqi pants, they're super expensive, a brand I've never even heard of, please don't tear them!"

The cat obediently retracted its paws, as if it could understand Shang Muchen's words.

Shang Muchen wasn't a cat lover, but he didn't dislike cats either. Seeing how well-behaved and sensible this little cat was, he couldn't help but sigh.

Sigh, my haunted house is big enough anyway, one more kitten won't make a difference. I might as well go with it and see what it's up to.

The kitten led Shang Muchen through the small garden and disappeared behind a patch of grass.

Shang Muchen turned on his phone's flashlight and shone it along the way, wading through an unusually lush patch of grass, following the cat to an inconspicuous corner.

The cat ran and jumped, then suddenly leaped into a tree pit, meowing incessantly.

Shang Muchen crouched down and shone his flashlight on the ground. He could vaguely see what looked like a schoolbag in a tree pit deep in the weeds.

Shang Muchen stretched out his arm and pulled out his schoolbag.

Upon seeing the backpack, Shang Muchen was dumbfounded. It was the same women's shoulder bag that Li Qing and Wang Ruolin had been carrying earlier that day.

A plastic black dragon pendant was also hanging on the backpack strap.

Holding the backpack in his hand, Shang Muchen felt a little dazed, thinking that this whole thing was too strange.

He wanted to call Liu Qingyang out right now and show her the evidence, but then he thought that would be too abrupt.

What evidence is there that it's Li Qing's or Wang Ruolin's backpack? Is it just based on your own statement?

Shang Muchen shook his head, opened his schoolbag, and found it empty.

Suddenly, the cat that had been meowing incessantly on the ground jumped up, grabbed Shang Muchen's waistband, flipped over, and scurried into his backpack.

The cat's face showed an earnest pleading expression, its expression practically screaming "I want to be adopted."

"Is this your home?" Shang Muchen understood what the cat meant. It not only wanted him to take care of it, but also wanted to sleep in its own bed forever.

Shang Muchen patted the dust off the woman's backpack, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Fine, since you're convinced this bag is yours, if I want to take it with me, you'll definitely have to come back with me, right?"

"Meow!"

"Alright then, come with me."

Shang Muchen gently wiped the white cat's forehead, and the cat obediently closed its eyes.

Seeing that the cat was very affectionate, Shang Muchen went along with it, abandoning his principles, and carried the white cat in his backpack all the way back to Baiya Studio in the 157 Art District.

It was nearly 2 a.m. when I entered.

Whether it was the alcohol or the exhaustion from crawling through the rabbit hole twice, Shang Muchen felt completely drained. He was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to wash up. He threw his shoes at the door, slipped on his slippers, and lay down on the huge leather corner sofa, falling asleep fully clothed.

As soon as his head rested on the sofa armrest, an uncontrollable sense of comfort instantly overwhelmed Shang Muchen's consciousness.

Like floating in a sea of ​​creamy bubbles, sweet, soft, smooth, and carefree, Shang Muchen's consciousness was swept up by instinct, and he involuntarily drifted into sleep.

Suddenly, a horn blared in my ear, and the screen lit up. A white cat dressed in a theatrical costume, riding a unicycle, blowing a horn, and performing acrobatics, drifted past my field of vision.

Huh? I'm starting to dream...

The scene shifted again, and an uncontrollable sense of falling was released from within. Shang Muchen suddenly entered a state of awareness but numbness and stiffness.

After an unknown amount of time, the scene before my eyes gradually became clear, and my body seemed to be able to move freely again.

Shang Muchen felt a heavy weight on his chest, as if something was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

I opened my eyes wide, and a bright, white object, reflecting the moonlight through the window, came into view.

Is it a white cat?

Shang Muchen squinted, trying to see clearly, and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

The moment his hand touched the smooth, slippery surface of the object, Shang Muchen suddenly realized what was pressing down on him.

Omg!

Shang Muchen struggled violently, pushing away the person sitting on his chest. A girl appeared out of thin air in the room in the middle of the night, her body glistening in the moonlight.

"Hey! You pervert!" the girl screamed.

"Hey! This is my house, okay? Who are you? Where did you come from?"

Shang Muchen didn't dare look at her, turned his face away, grabbed a blanket, and threw it on the girl.

She hurriedly grabbed the blanket, draped it over herself, and wrapped herself up.

"Shang Muchen! What are you doing? What did you do? I'm calling the police!" the girl shouted, sounding aggrieved.

Enraged, Shang Muchen retorted with even greater grievance, "Who are you? How did you get into my house?"

When the girl turned her face, Shang Muchen could see clearly that it was Li Qing/Wang Ruolin.

"Who am I? You bastard, you're going to deny everything now that you've taken your pants off?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't even take my pants off!"

Shang Muchen wasn't lying; he was lying down fully clothed.

"Are you Li Qing or Joanna Wang?"

"I'm Li Qing!" the girl said excitedly. "Didn't I take you to find Wang Ruolin? We clearly went into the hole in the wall together, so how did we end up at your house?"

Did you drug me?

Shang Muchen was speechless and unable to defend himself.

Just then, a sharp, vulgar voice suddenly rang out from the side: "Hey, what's going on here? This is pretty fun, huh?"

"Hey bro, did you bring a girl home? You've really got guts!"

Suddenly, the round, grayish alien head popped out from the other side of the sofa.

"Oh my god! There's a ghost!" Li Qing screamed, her voice so loud it made everyone's eardrums buzz.