He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

Bai Ziheng slowly stood up and twisted his neck.

With a few cracking sounds, the bones reset, the wolf fur fell back under the skin, the claws retracted to the fingertips, and the body returned from a giant silver-white wolf over two meters tall to a human figure over one and a half meters tall.

The T-shirt he was wearing was ripped and torn, revealing several claw marks underneath that were still healing.

He looked down at himself, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

Thankfully, he ultimately chose to jump off the building.

The height of fourteen stories is nothing to him; at most, he'll just make a dent.

But if he stays in the corridor and continues to waste time with those women, he'll eventually be dragged down.

He couldn't kill all those women, and the building's protective barrier was suppressing his power, making him increasingly passive the more he fought.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and turned to look at Zheng Xingguang.

"Hey kid, what are you doing down here? I've been trying to call you but can't get through."

"Oh, my sister just called me."

Zheng Xingguang put away his phone, looking completely calm.

"Brother Bai, did you bring out the cursed item?"

This question should have been left unasked, as it reignited the anger that Bai Ziheng had finally managed to suppress.

He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, pointed it at Zheng Xingguang's nose, and his voice cracked.

"What the hell did you give me? What kind of piece of junk did you give me?"

"It's utterly useless and only causes trouble. When something happens, it's even more cowardly than me. You might call it useless, but it can squeeze through a door crack faster than anyone else and even close the door behind it."

"You call that your natal flying sword? Is that all you're capable of? Your life is worthless!"

"I'm sorry, Brother Bai."

Zheng Xingguang scratched his head, looking genuinely embarrassed.

"What I'm giving you is a small toy I made for myself, to give to my junior apprentice. He's nine years old and just started learning. My master asked me to make him a small one to practice his skills."

"I don't usually use it, so I just leave it in the sword box to take up space."

"I was probably in too much of a rush and grabbed the wrong one."

He summoned another sword from the sword box on his back.

This sword is in a completely different league from the one before.

It was entirely black iron in color, and the blade was two fingers wider than the peach wood sword. The edge of the blade gleamed with a cold light under the moonlight, and the guard was engraved with dense runes.

The flying sword circled around him once, emitting a deep, steady hum, and then hovered above his right shoulder.

It was completely different from the small peach wood sword that had been shaking like a leaf just now.

"This is my destined flying sword," Zheng Xingguang said.

"It was raised with my life essence since it was a baby, and it has been with me for twelve years. It only just gained sentience last year."

Bai Ziheng was so angry he laughed.

If you had given me this thing just now, would I have had to get into a hair-pulling fight with those women?

His injuries had almost healed. He was initially furious, but looking at Zheng Xingguang's idiotic behavior, he calmed down.

That delicate face seemed to say, "I really didn't mean it," with wide eyes and slightly pursed lips.

Like a golden retriever that has been scolded but doesn't know what it did wrong.

He really couldn't say a word.

He put the cigarette back in his mouth, took a puff, and then gave a brief account of what had happened upstairs.

Surprisingly, Zheng Xingguang showed absolutely no surprise after hearing this.

"That's normal, Brother Bai."

Zheng Xingguang sat down on the steps with his legs crossed, casually placing the compass on his knees, his tone indifferent.

"Most of the Special Administration Bureau's long-standing cold cases are paranormal cases. Why are these paranormal cases piling up and unable to be resolved?"

"That's because even S-rank agents from the Special Administration Bureau have a hard time solving an A-rank paranormal case."

"An S-rank can't handle an A-rank?"

Bai Ziheng was puzzled.

"It's like asking someone who studies auto repair to study airplanes; their concepts are completely different."

Zheng Xingguang continued to explain.

"These types of incidents mostly occur in old urban areas and old houses."

"When someone dies in a place, the lingering obsession will accumulate over time and distort the spiritual energy field of the entire area."

"When this distortion accumulates to a certain extent, it will form fixed rules."

He held up two fingers to make a gesture.

"The core characteristic of so-called supernatural spiritual power is its strangeness."

"What is bizarre? It's something that goes against common sense."

"Brother Bai, do you know about magnetic fields?"

"I know, what's wrong?"

"Magnetic fields are invisible and intangible, but they can make a compass spin and attract iron blocks."

"It has its own set of rules and physical laws, which are completely different from the rules we usually follow when we push doors with our hands or kick people with our feet."

"This curse, this building, is a huge 'paranormal magnetic field'."

Bai Ziheng suddenly understood something.

"It's like if you brought a comedic character from an anime into the real world, it would become invincible?"

"That's roughly the idea."

Zheng Xingguang continued.

"The elevator malfunction just now wasn't a physical fault; it was due to its rules coming into play."

"You were able to hold on because you have the power to control things. That thing is essentially a kind of rule-based power. Anyone else would have been turned into mincemeat on the 999th floor long ago."

Bai Ziheng leaned against the steps, smoking a cigarette without saying a word.

Zheng Xingguang continued.

"That's why, hundreds of years ago, the predecessor of the Special Administration Bureau, the Demon Suppression Division, integrated the Longhu Mountain, Maoshan Mountain, and Tianshi Mansion, which were specializing in catching ghosts and suppressing evil spirits, to establish the Supernatural Administration Bureau."

"Because only these sects, which have been passed down for thousands of years, possess systematic methods for dealing with these kinds of strange events."

"No matter how strong a person is in combat, if they enter a field with incorrect rules, they will still be trapped or worn down to death."

He lifted the compass, and the needle slowly rotated on the bronze plate.

"In other words, the Supernatural Affairs Bureau is indispensable for resolving these kinds of incidents."

"It's not because we can fight, it's because we know the rules of the game."

After saying that, Zheng Xingguang stood up, made a sword-finger gesture with his hand, and the Xuan Tie flying sword hummed softly and automatically returned to the sword box on his back.

He held the compass in one hand, while the fingertips of his other hand gently traced a half-circle along the edge of the compass.

The red thread flipped twice between my fingers and wrapped around the first joint of my middle finger.

"While I was on the phone with my sister just now, I also took the opportunity to check the flow of the earth's veins in this area."

"Yonghua Building is located in the center of the old town, right at the intersection of three old waterways."

"Old Ninghai people call this a 'scissor mouth,' and in the past, when building a house, they would invite a feng shui master to break it."

"But the foundation of this building doesn't have a water-breaking design; instead, a well was dug directly below the courtyard."

"Wells belong to Yin, waterways belong to Yin, and the scissor-shaped opening facing the Yin well is equivalent to drawing all the Yin energy from the surrounding streets to the base of this building. In addition, people die every year, and the obsessions pile up layer by layer, making the rules here so thick that they can operate on their own."

The compass needle began to turn, this time not trembling, but firmly pointing northwest.

Zheng Xingguang glanced in the direction of the pointer, then turned back to Bai Ziheng and smiled.

"Let's go, Brother Bai. This matter was originally entrusted to me by Minister Qin. We've made the calls and figured out the ley lines. Now let's go and bring out that cursed object."

The moonlight shone on his back as the young man carrying the sword case stood in front of the building entrance, his clothes fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

He held the compass in one hand and walked slowly into the door, looking quite like an agent.

Bai Ziheng stood behind him, a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinting at Zheng Xingguang's retreating figure.

He suddenly had an uncertain idea.

Is this kid deliberately putting on a show for me?

He can't tell the difference between the Xuan Tie Sword and the Xiao Tao Mu Sword?