Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen sighed sincerely, "People should not break the law, because once you're in jail, your energy field is instantly suppressed by the law, and no matter how powerful you are, you can't hold back anymore."

Although he was an undercover agent, Shang Muchen felt as if he had committed a terrible crime. He dejectedly handed over his belongings, changed into prison clothes, and, led by a guard, headed towards the cell at the far end of the detention center.

After passing through two large iron gates, rows of neat cells were filled with students attending classes and others working, all in an orderly manner, just like a high school under closed management.

The afternoon sun shone through the iron bars and onto the wall, casting dappled shadows on the white surface, as if even the soul was being restrained.

As the guard walked, he whispered an introduction:

"Master Baiya, this is what happened:"

This building is an old hospital from the Republican era, originally used to treat malignant infectious diseases, but it was later abandoned.

The cell at the end of the corridor was said to have been an intensive care unit, but it is now used as a cell for the lightest penalties, where the prisoners are all minor offenders who have been administratively detained for three to five days.

Inside the cell block, there is a small, windowless cubicle that is usually locked.

It is now used as a warehouse to store non-dangerous items such as clothes and blankets.

Legend has it that the small warehouse was originally a morgue, which is quite terrifying.

Last summer, during a thunderstorm, lightning accidentally struck the power lines outside the wall, burning a corner of the small warehouse's exterior wall.

Ever since that incident, the small warehouse has been causing trouble.

Some prisoners said they heard ghostly cries coming from the small warehouse in the middle of the night, and others heard people singing opera.

We also captured some anomalies on the surveillance cameras. For example, lights would come out from under the door of the small warehouse in the dark of night.

However, as long as we empty the cells and move in ourselves, no matter how many days it takes, nothing will happen.

Later, Captain Li said that it might be because the prisoner's energy field was too weak, attracting evil spirits. He didn't know if he was right, so that's why he asked you to come and take a look.

"Mmm," Shang Muchen nodded softly, "I'll do my best."

Upon entering the cell, Shang Muchen saw two other people inside.

"Roll call!" the warden shouted. "Tang Jianli!"

"arrive!"

"Li Ding!"

"arrive!"

"Dismissed!" Discipline Master Chong Shang Muchen gestured with his chin, indicating that he should go to the bed closest to the small warehouse.

Shang Muchen nodded and timidly entered the room, while also peeking at the other two people inside.

A bespectacled man in his forties, who looked very refined but had a cast on his leg and could only read books while lying in bed, was called "Tang Jianli".

The other one was thin and small, probably in his twenties, with a sleazy look, long hair with yellow and purple highlights, and his name was Li Ding.

His hand was injured, and his forearm was wrapped in white gauze.

Seeing their miserable state, Shang Muchen felt a little relieved and forgot all the terrifying prison scenes he had seen in movies and TV dramas.

It seems that Li Weiqiang is still looking out for him, arranging for him to be a fellow inmate who is injured and has difficulty moving around, so as to prevent him from being bullied.

As soon as the warden locked the door, Li Ding came up to him with a grin and asked, "Hey buddy, what did you do to get in here?"

"I didn't do anything wrong," Shang Muchen said with a shy smile.

"Hey buddy, let's chat." Li Ding nudged Shang Muchen with his elbow and said, "This is just administrative detention, not criminal detention, it's not a big deal."

"Look at me, I played with fire, got myself into trouble, and burned down a whole patch of greenery. I got caught and have been locked up for days."

As he spoke, he held up his hands, which were wrapped up like Doraemon's, and said, "It hurts like hell, what bad luck!"

"Oh dear, you're really pitiful!" Shang Muchen couldn't help but grin.

"That guy was driving under the influence. He just came in last night," Li Dingchong said, gesturing with his chin. "When the police arrested him, he even tried to bribe them!"

As a result, I injured my foot, haha, pretty clumsy, right?

"Hmph, stop talking," Tang Jianli said coldly. "You've lost your job now, and your wife will definitely make a scene when you get home. Whatever."

"Hey buddy, what's up? Let's chat, we're just sitting here anyway!" Li Ding kept nudging Shang Muchen with his elbow, showing absolutely no sense of boundaries.

"Well..." Shang Muchen thought about how to come up with a suitable but not too serious charge for himself, "They said I was involved in feudal superstition and locked me up for a day or two."

"Hey, that's a new charge! What were you doing? Setting up a fortune-telling stall?"

"Ah, more or less."

"Hehe, this is so much fun. Why don't you tell my fortune too, and tell me what kind of fate I have?"

Li Ding kept trying to get close to him, which annoyed Shang Muchen. He didn't know what to do about it, so he could only say, "Take a few steps back, let me see."

Following Shang Muchen's instructions, Li Ding stepped aside and stood in an Ultraman pose.

At first, Shang Muchen didn't pay much attention, thinking about how to fool him. But as soon as he got into it, a wave of inspiration washed over him, rising from his chest and surging to the top of his head. The itchy feeling in his head returned.

The afternoon sun shone on Li Ding, giving him a golden glow.

The yellow and purple hair, under the sunlight, faintly shimmered with a greenish light, like a frosted screen protector on a mobile phone, appearing blurry and lacking a smooth texture.

Shang Muchen sensed a strange aura emanating from Li Ding, as if he were wearing an extremely thin and transparent plastic raincoat, so thin that it was comparable to cling film, and ordinary people would not be able to see it at all.

Upon closer inspection, the blurriness and turbidity became even more pronounced on one side of his abdomen, near his liver.

Turning to look at Tang Jianshe on the bed, I didn't feel that way at all.

Is this good or bad?

"Oh dear, Li Ding, I see... your liver isn't doing too well, is it?" Shang Muchen asked tentatively.

"Oh my! Master!" Li Ding nodded repeatedly, jumping up and down as he said, "I have hepatitis B, and I've been drinking too much alcohol lately, so my liver keeps hurting!"

Dude, you're no ordinary guy! What's your name?

"White Crow." Shang Muchen and Li Weiqiang had already agreed that they would just use the name White Crow.

"Hey, Brother Bai, could you tell me when I'm destined to get rich?"

"Get rich..." Shang Muchen's mind raced, trying to come up with a phrase: "As the ancients said, wealth lies in divination, not in physical labor. Poverty is not about having no money, but about not having any knowledge."

I see you are very smart. As long as you find a major you love, study it diligently, delve deeply into it, and remain focused, you will make a fortune sooner or later.

However, if you only dabble in your field, are half-hearted, and your mind is in turmoil, like a whirlwind sweeping away sand, like startled monkeys scattering birds, or like horses galloping in all directions, you will certainly not become wealthy.

"Oh my! Master! You said the same thing as my master! Brother Bai, I'm so impressed!" Li Ding excitedly raised his hand, which was wrapped up like a Doraemon bun, and bowed repeatedly like a lapdog begging for snacks.

What's your major?

"Rongzi Gate".

"Rongzi Gate..." Shang Muchen heard the name and didn't immediately understand what Li Ding meant.

"Rong, Jinronglange, Rongtongyou—you have money, I don't have money, let's make some money together..."

Brother Bai, you belong to the Gold Sect, and I belong to the Glory Sect. We're family!

Shang Muchen suddenly realized that Li Ding was a thief.