Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

For no reason, Shang Muchen was punched in the back by that pretentious red-haired girl. His back felt itchy, and he wanted to scratch it but couldn't reach it. He angrily rubbed it with his clothes.

His peaceful mood was completely disrupted by this unconventional, anime-loving girl who had wandered into his world of anime. Shang Muchen lost his focus on reading and decided to head straight to a restaurant.

Liu Qingyang arrived shortly afterward.

The moment he saw her, Shang Muchen was a little dazed.

The last time I saw her was during an adventure at the Shanbei Detention Center, in a dream where she was controlled by an ouroboros.

At that time, she married herself, and the two lived happily in a country cottage, having three children...

I can't think about it anymore. The more I recall it, the more real that experience feels.

What followed was exactly the same as what had happened in reality before; it was a complete replay of the previous events.

Eating, shopping, visiting parks...

Having relived the experience, Shang Muchen began to understand what "Déjà vu" meant.

It wasn't until I sat on a bench in Xiaoqinghe Park that I realized I had been reincarnated to this point in time, when Professor Eileen called.

The time was almost up, and Shang Muchen was expecting the phone to ring. Sure enough, Liu Qingyang's phone rang.

"Director, you wanted to see me?"

"It's urgent, come back to the lab. The data from this morning's tests is wrong, wrong from the very beginning! What's wrong with you? How can you be so distracted?" Professor Eileen's stern voice came through the phone.

Liu Qingyang stuck out her tongue and made a face.

With no other option, Shang Muchen had to send her back to the lab and work overtime through the night.

Just after seeing Liu Qingyang off, Shang Muchen received a call from his fourth uncle: "Xiao Chen, if you're free tomorrow, come and take on a case at the Pengpai Building."

"good!"

Back at Baiya Studio, after putting the books back in the study, Shang Muchen deliberately tiptoed to look at the small radio on the top shelf of the bookshelf.

It seems the chicken didn't move at all, thank goodness.

After washing up and lying down to sleep, Shang Muchen heard the sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the art studio at the end of the second floor.

It's nothing unusual; maybe Sa Sanqi went to paint.

It's not surprising that a haunted house makes the sound of ghosts walking around.

Shang Muchen closed his eyes, just about to fall asleep, when the sound of footsteps approached the bedroom.

Now Shang Muchen was a little conflicted. To say he wasn't scared at all would be a lie, but if he didn't go and take a look, he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly. So he simply sat up, squinted, and looked in the dark toward the bedroom door.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping at the bedroom door.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open, making a creaking sound.

At first glance, there was no one outside the door.

Upon closer inspection, one can vaguely discern the silhouette of a middle-aged man appearing in the darkness.

Shang Muchen simply rolled out of bed and walked to the door. Only then did he see clearly that it was indeed Sa Sanqi.

"Uncle Sa, is there something you need?"

"I..." Sa Sanqi hesitated, looking troubled, but after a long pause, she finally spoke, "Xiao Shang, I want to ask you to do something for me..."

"Please tell me."

"I'd like to ask you to help me buy some...that...paint that ghosts can use..." At this point, Sa Sanqi let out a long sigh, his face full of regret.

"If I had known that death would be such a troublesome thing, I wouldn't have died."

I thought that death would end everything! But it turns out I can't die, and death isn't the end either. Sigh…

Shang Muchen didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only agree, "Uncle Sa, what kind of paint do you need? I promise I'll get it for you."

"I need to use a base pigment that only ghosts can use in order to continue mixing colors."

My stockpile is empty. I asked "that person" to help me get it, but then he...

Sigh, never mind, let's not talk about him anymore.

"Little merchant, I have no other choice but to beg you."

"A pigment only a ghost could use? What kind of pigment is that?"

"This is a base sauce made with ox tears, called Guirencai, also known as Guirencai or Guirencai."

I know they sell them at the Shenjiayuan Antique Market. If not, they should be available in places in Northeast China where spirit mediums practice or in places in Southwest China where witchcraft is practiced…

In short, please!

Sa Sanqi clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

Shang Muchen nodded confidently and said, "Uncle Sa, don't worry, I'll definitely get it done for you!"

Just as he was saying this, Shang Muchen suddenly heard the doorbell ring on the first floor.

Huh? Who would come to visit in the middle of the night?

The doorbell rang, startling Sa Sanqi, who vanished instantly.

Shang Muchen stepped downstairs, opened the door, and found her brother Shang Muming standing outside with his maid Aiwei, smiling broadly.

"Xiao Chen, you're really something."

As Shang Muming walked into the house, he said this.

"Brother, what do you mean by that?" Shang Muchen scratched his head.

"I was waiting for you at Li Weiqiang's place downstairs at the Shanbei Detention Center, but I didn't expect you to have traveled back 12 hours to the past."

You're quite funny; you folded the timeline yourself.

How did you do that? Tell me quickly!

Shang Muming's two sentences initially left Shang Muchen completely confused, but he quickly understood what his brother meant.

"Brother, you mean you knew about my trip to the Shanbei Detention Center to deal with Ouroboros?"

"Of course, I was worried something might happen to you, so I rushed there thinking I could help you if you needed it."

Unexpectedly, you actually pushed the Ouroboros back to the source field on your own initiative, and traveled through time again.

What I'm concerned about right now is... wait a minute!

Shang Muming stopped halfway through his sentence and waved to Shang Muchen, saying, "Eh? Strange! You're possessed by something."

Turn around, let me take a look.

"Possession?" Shang Muchen was startled upon hearing this and quickly turned around.

I only felt my brother pat me on the back, and then something was pulled out from behind me by my brother.

Shang Muchen instinctively shivered and quickly turned around to look. Between his brother's index and middle fingers, he was holding a live, wriggling little insect.

"Oh my god! What is this?"

"I don't know either, but it looks like some kind of tracking device."

It attaches itself to your soul like a roundworm and may drain your life energy.

Where did you get this from?

"I...I don't know either."

"No matter where it got on you, I've taken it out for you." Shang Muming casually tossed the bug onto the ground, stomped on it with his leather shoe, and the little bug turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

Shang Muchen invited his brother to sit on the sofa. Ivy then brought out coffee, which Shang Muchen tasted but found unappetizing.

Shang Muchen recounted her entire experience to her brother.

When the topic of dreams came up, the older brother remained calm and offered no comment.

But when the topic turned to Ma the Cripple, the older brother became very interested and asked seriously, "Xiao Chen, who exactly is this Ma the Cripple you're talking about?"

Shang Muchen then told his brother what he knew about Ma the Cripple.

The older brother listened with great interest, nodding frequently, and said with great interest, "Wow, Ma the Cripple is quite capable!"

Xiao Chen, you've actually made such amazing friends, that's really impressive!

"That's interesting. I'll have to go meet him."

The two brothers chatted for a long time, and then the older brother suddenly said, "Xiao Chen, it's getting late, you should wake up too."

I'm heading back now. Keep in touch if anything comes up.

I've left my phone number on your phone. You can call me anytime or send me a message if you encounter any difficulties or troubles.

I'll try my best to get there to help you as soon as possible.

"Brother, when did you give me your phone number?" Shang Muchen smiled and took out his phone, looking at the screen. Unexpectedly, the characters on the screen were all blurry gibberish.

Huh? Am I dreaming?

I thought this was real life.

Just as I thought of this, I felt dizzy and a strong sense of falling came over me.

With a sudden thud, Shang Muchen felt himself fall heavily onto the soft bed, his body covered by the smooth, cool touch of the summer blanket.

I tried to open my eyes, and sure enough, the morning light had already warmed my face.