Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Seeing everything that happened, Shang Muchen felt a surge of emotion.

Did Li Ding ever appear at the scene of the Longsheng Bank traffic accident?

Was he a participant in the incident?

No, he seems more like a passerby who's just looking for a bargain.

Shang Muchen wanted to see what happened to Li Ding afterward.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, the perspective changed.

In the first shot, Shang Muchen is standing in a dark alley, opposite a dilapidated and hidden secondhand shop.

Li Ding is haggling with the shop owner.

The shop owner bought the Longines watch, which was worth over 10,000 yuan on the market, from Li Ding for 500 yuan.

Both of them cursed each other as fools, but Shang Muchen knew that Li Ding was the one who suffered a loss in this deal.

Although Shang Muchen was several meters away from them, for some reason he was able to hear their thoughts at the same time.

Then, the camera switched to the second scene.

Li Ding appeared on the sidewalk of Kunwu Plaza shopping street. He tried several times to squeeze into the crowd to steal something, but failed each time because of the surveillance cameras and police officers.

Feeling dejected, he went to a tavern and drank quite a bit of alcohol.

Shang Muchen was right beside him, but he was completely unaware of Shang Muchen's presence, while Shang Muchen could hear his thoughts.

Deep down, Li Ding is insecure. He cannot accept the bustling street scene and hates the happy crowds coming and going, but he also longs for recognition and companionship.

After drinking, a tipsy Li Ding bought a bunch of fireworks and went to a green belt near a roundabout, where he lit them all at once in a wild manner.

As a result, the fireworks suddenly exploded, injuring his hands.

With these same hands he stole valuables from dying traffic accident victims, but it was also with these same hands that he personally lit the fireworks.

It hurt too much. Shang Muchen loathed the resonance of this pain and instinctively rejected it. The scene changed again.

In view, a tenement courtyard in the suburbs came into view.

A dirty, vulgar, and drunken shirtless man is beating a middle-aged woman who is ugly, with upturned nostrils and thick lips.

A thin little boy with a long neck hid under the table, crying loudly in fear.

The middle-aged woman continued to retaliate despite being beaten.

The beatings and insults were like two completely opposite poisons, ravaging the little boy's brain.

Harsh words, like the cold ice of winter, pierced the skin and pierced the blood vessels; violence, like boiling oil poured on the hand, cooked the flesh and bones. The little boy broke down and wailed, his whole being overwhelmed by despair and suffocated.

Shang Muchen didn't want to watch anymore and silently begged to turn off the screen.

In an instant, everything returned to calm.

That was Li Ding's experience. What about Tang Jianli's?

With a thought, the image appeared instantly.

A white sedan drove through the city at night. Tang Jianli sat in the driver's seat, in a state of extreme tension and anxiety.

Shang Muchen sat in the passenger seat, looking at Tang Jianli, but Tang Jianli couldn't see him.

Shang Muchen could clearly feel that Tang Jianli's heart was beating very fast, the veins in his hands were turning blue from tension, a bead of sweat hung on his cheek, and his brows were furrowed.

What is he afraid of?

He's carrying something and he's afraid of being discovered!

Contraband? Cultural relics? Secret intelligence? Or something else entirely?

Shang Muchen felt a chill run down his spine, instinctively sensing that Tang Jianli was a dangerous guy.

Just then, a police siren sounded ahead, and a traffic policeman signaled Tang Jianli to pull over.

Shang Muchen could sense that for a moment, Tang Jianli felt a sense of despair.

The vehicle stopped, the window rolled down, and a white glove reached out.

"Blow to check for drunk driving!" The traffic policeman held out his hand, the back of his hand facing Tang Jianli.

Tang Jianli blew out a breath; there was no smell of alcohol.

The traffic police waved him off, indicating that he could leave, and then went to stop other vehicles.

Tang Jianli breathed a sigh of relief and slowly started the car. Just as he was about to drive away from the roadside, the car suddenly began to shake violently.

Something suddenly shook in the trunk and slammed into the back seat, causing the car to lurch violently.

This alerted the traffic police.

"Wait! Don't go yet! Open the trunk!"

Tang Jianli had no choice but to press the button to open the trunk. The two traffic police officers rummaged through it a few times but found nothing unusual.

"Can we go now?" Tang Jianli asked.

"Let's go." The traffic policeman waved again.

Tang Jianli lightly pressed the accelerator again, but the car shook violently once more, and this time a slight explosion was heard.

Tang Jianli panicked. Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"What's going on? Get down here!" the traffic policeman shouted sternly.

Tang Jianli's heart was pounding so hard it was off the charts. Shang Muchen, sitting in the passenger seat, could almost hear his heart pounding like a torrential downpour against the window.

Without any hesitation, Tang Jianli pulled a small bottle from his pocket, downed it in one gulp, then kicked open the car door and ran away.

He hadn't run two steps when he lost his footing, stumbled, and fell into the ditch below the road.

Shang Muchen was very puzzled. Why was he running away?

A traffic policeman came forward and inspected the car again. Apart from finding a discarded wine bottle, he found nothing unusual and did not see Shang Muchen.

Another traffic policeman, leading a fierce black-backed police dog, walked to the front of the car and began sniffing around.

The police dog searched the area but found nothing unusual. However, it seemed to spot Shang Muchen and began barking wildly at him, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

The dog's ferocious roar terrified Shang Muchen, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in the small warehouse.

Shang Muchen couldn't help but ponder: what exactly was in that car?

Did Tang Jianli not know that drunk driving could result in detention and vehicle impoundment?

If the car is impounded, wouldn't it make it easier to discover the hidden items?

What was hidden in the car that would scare Tang Jianli so much?

Halfway through, Shang Muchen couldn't figure it out, so he put the thought aside and looked around the small warehouse again. Everything seemed normal. The strange ouroboros eggs were gone, and he had returned to his normal height.

I stretched out my hand and looked at it. My hand was almost transparent, with a jelly-like texture and a jellyfish-like fluidity.

Shang Muchen was getting impatient and wanted to return to his body.

As soon as this thought arose, my vision began to blur.

In the instant that vision blurred, the stacks of bedding in the small warehouse seemed to become transparent as well.

Shang Muchen immediately noticed that behind the stack of clothes, on the wall of the small warehouse, there was a graffiti of a black ouroboros sprayed with black paint.

The style of the graffiti is exactly the same as the animal graffiti I've seen before!

Shang Muchen's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

First it was the dog, then the rat, the dragon, the rabbit, and now it's the snake...

Anyone would think, "Does this mean we have to collect all 12 zodiac animals?"

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Shang Muchen suddenly wanted to find a map and mark it.

As far as I can recall, the locations of the previous four black graffiti were all quite far apart.

Various thoughts surged like a raging river, overwhelming Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen woke up with a feeling of suffocation.