Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

The moment I heard the name "Zhao Jing'er," I pressed speakerphone: "Zhao Jing'er?"

"Master Feng, it's me!"

Zhao Jing'er smiled and said, "Master Feng, I haven't been feeling well lately and would like to come to your clinic for some treatment. Do you have time?"

"have!"

I chuckled silently and said, "You can come anytime!"

"My flight is tomorrow morning, and I'll arrive at your place at four o'clock in the afternoon, is that alright?" Zhao Jing'er asked.

"No problem, I'll make time for you!" I said.

After hanging up, I looked at Fatty Lin and said, "The test has begun!"

Fatty Lin pondered for a moment and said, "Crazy, I want to see the stamp on her body."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

I originally wanted to discuss a solution with Fatty Lin, but he gave me this instead.

The following afternoon, my brother and I met Zhao Jing'er.

Zhao Jing'er is prettier in person than in photos, and her skin is great, but for some reason, I have a very bad feeling about her, and I feel very uncomfortable.

Before she arrived, Fatty Lin was still insisting on seeing the seal. After she arrived, Fatty Lin, just like when Wang Ying came that day, had a gloomy face, and no one knew what he was thinking!

Judging from his expression, I knew that Zhao Jing'er was in serious trouble.

Without showing any sign of distress, I smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, let's take her pulse first!"

"good!"

Zhao Jing'er sat down at the consultation table, extended her hand, and said, "Master Feng, I've heard a lot about your achievements lately. If I weren't so busy, I would have come to ask you to treat me a long time ago!"

"Empty reputation, all empty reputation!"

I laughed, feigning smugness.

But immediately, I couldn't laugh anymore. Zhao Jing'er's pulse was very strange; I had felt her pulse once before.

The last person with the same pulse as her was Fat Sister.

Both individuals had partially closed radial artery pulses, and their palpitations were long and stable.

Fei Jie killed Ling'er, and Ling'er's resentment lingered, clinging to her and becoming one with her. What about Zhao Jing'er?

"Master Feng, is something wrong?"

Noticing my expression was off, Zhao Jing'er asked worriedly.

"Miss Zhao, I've felt your pulse before!"

I looked at Zhao Jing'er and said meaningfully.

"Oh, who is it?" Zhao Jing'er asked.

"Fatty!"

I said, slowly and deliberately.

"I've heard some things about Sister Fei's situation. Is there any solution for mine?" Zhao Jing'er wasn't worried at all; instead, she looked at me with a hint of curiosity.

"Whether there is a solution depends on whether you are sincere and whether you are truly repenting!" I said.

"Master Feng, I have a principle: once I've done something, I don't regret it!" Zhao Jing'er said.

"Then I don't have a solution!" I shook my head and let go of Zhao Jing'er's hand.

"Master Feng, sometimes you have to take a long-term view. Some trees may seem to have lush branches, but their roots are rotten. There's no solution here, so why not try a different approach?" Zhao Jing'er said meaningfully.

"How about changing direction?"

I smiled knowingly and asked, "For example?"

"Master Feng, I know you and Sister Wen have some misunderstandings. I can be the mediator and help you clear things up. I can also take you to see the scenery outside. Sometimes, you don't know how beautiful the scenery is until you go out!" Zhao Jing'er said.

"There's no place like home!" I said.

"Master Feng..."

"Miss Zhao, when you say 'outside,' do you mean stamping your own buttocks with a seal?"

Zhao Jing'er wanted to persuade him again, but Fatty Lin blurted out this sentence.

Zhao Jing'er's expression changed, and she stood up abruptly.

"Miss Zhao, next time you come, just come by yourself. Don't bring the child around. We can't bear to see him like this, and we'd like to put him on your back!" Fatty Lin said, pointing outside again.

Zhao Jing'er's expression changed again. After gathering her breath, she forced a smile and said, "I understand, Daoist Lin!"

After saying that, she took out a card from her bag, pushed it over, and said, "There's 200,000 yuan in here. It's for the consultation fee. I have something to do, so I'll take my leave now!"

"Don't forget to take the child with you!"

Fatty Lin picked up the card, looked at the password written on it, and gave a reminder.

Zhao Jing'er, who had already reached the door, paused, turned around, and forced a smile, saying, "Thanks for reminding me!"

After Zhao Jing'er left, Fatty Lin curled his lip and said, "Crazy, aren't you tired of this witty banter?"

"Damn it, my brain cells are about to explode!" I said.

"What's the point of talking to this kind of trash? She even says the scenery outside is better. She's just a butcher, why doesn't she say the scenery in the pigsty is better?" Fatty Lin snorted.

"What's the deal with the child you're talking about?"

I asked.

It's obvious that Zhao Jing'er has foreign backing, and judging from her words, her status in that organization is about the same as Deng Wenwen's.

"There was an infant spirit following her, but because of the ancestral master, the infant spirit didn't dare to come in!" Fatty Lin said.

"Also, that infant spirit suffered terribly; it wasn't aborted normally, it was pieced together from chunks of flesh!"

"You mean, that infant spirit was dismembered before it died?" My heart tightened.

"It wasn't as simple as dismemberment; the cuts were very neat!"

Fatty Lin thought for a moment and said, "It's like slaughtering a pig for the New Year and dividing the pork; each piece is very distinct!"

Generally speaking, the appearance of an infant spirit represents its experiences in life, and I dare not think about it any further.

"Why would she do that?" I was a little confused.

"Call Third Master!" Fatty Lin said.

"Um!"

I let out a breath and took out my phone to call Third Master.

"She joined the underworld!"

Five minutes later, after I explained to Fatty Lin what the infant spirit following Zhao Jing'er looked like, Third Master slowly spoke.

"The Dark Society?"

This is the first time I've heard this name.

"The Dark Society is an organization formed privately by top foreign political and business forces. You only need to know that their shadow is behind the overthrow of many small countries' regimes!" Third Master did not explain further.

"As for what you two said about the infant spirit that followed her being dismembered, that was a kind of initiation test, also known as an obedience test. If you passed it, you became one of them!"

"A pledge of allegiance!" I said.

"That's right!"

Third Master sneered, "This is a kind of pledge of loyalty. According to what you've said, Zhao Jing'er ate her own child and then gave him to others to share. That woman is ruthless!"

"Share the food with others!"

Fatty Lin and I exchanged a glance, both of us seeing the shock in each other's eyes. Not only did he eat it himself, but he also shared it with others.

I remembered what Zhao Jing'er had just told me: "If you do something, you won't regret it."

Just as Third Master said, she is truly ruthless!

"Alright, let me know any further developments regarding Zhao Jing'er!" Third Master instructed.