Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

The tall, thin man's voice was high-pitched and hoarse, sounding like fingernails scratching glass, making one feel uncomfortable all over.

His eyes swept unabashedly over Yan Sen's small body, his greed and desire undisguised, as if he were appraising a rare collectible.

Yan Que cursed inwardly, "Oh no!"

He never expected to run into the Quanxing madman here, nor did he expect his son to instinctively take action.

It's too late to hide now.

run?

The other party was clearly a skilled fighter. She was carrying a child on her back and was exhausted from running for a day and a night. Rather than running away from him, she decided to find a place to trap and kill him.

But how can we get this kid to fall for our trap?

The only way is to play the coward for now!

In the blink of an eye, Yan Que had made his decision.

The wariness and seriousness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of utter terror, as if he had seen a ghost. He grabbed Yan Sen and scrambled out of the bushes, then collapsed to his knees with a thud, clutching his head and trembling like a leaf.

"Sir...Sir, please spare us!" Yan Que's voice was trembling with fear, sounding exactly like an ordinary person terrified. "My son and I were just passing by begging, we didn't see anything! Really! We didn't see anything!"

Yan Sen was quick-witted and immediately started acting along with his father. He burst into tears, his face covered in tears and snot, and his little body trembled even more violently than his father's as he huddled in Yan Que's arms.

"I...I'm scared...Dad, I'm scared..."

With acting skills like this, it would be a waste not to win an Oscar.

The tall, thin man watched the heartwarming scene of father and son with great interest.

He dusted off his floral shirt, strolled slowly over to Yan Que, and looked them down at him.

"A beggar?" The man chuckled, kicking Yan Que's shoulder with his pointed leather shoe. "He doesn't look like one at all. That last move was pretty nimble, little brat."

His gaze fell on Yan Sen, his eyes growing increasingly intense.

"Tsk tsk tsk, good potential, and clean Qi. It's such a waste for such a promising talent to be a beggar." The man stuck out his long tongue and licked his lips, his voice full of seduction.

"I'm from Quanxing, nicknamed 'Golden Centipede.' Little guy, stop following your useless father and come with me. I'll teach you how to play with insects; I guarantee it'll be much more interesting than begging."

Yan Sen felt a chill run down his spine from the man's gaze. The way this man looked at him didn't seem like he was looking at a living person; it was as if he were examining an object, or rather, a "container" for an insect.

"No...no...I don't want to go with you..." Yan Sen buried his head in his father's arms and cried even louder.

"Grandpa, grandpa, please have mercy! He's just a child, he doesn't understand anything!" Yan Que kowtowed while hiding Yan Sen behind his back.

"Please, be so kind as to ignore us and let us go! We beg you!"

"Let you go?" The smile on the golden centipede's face suddenly vanished, replaced by a twisted cruelty. "My beloved Jinbao was killed by you, you little brat! Without Jinbao, what am I supposed to be called?! You want me to let you go?"

He raised his foot and kicked Yan Que in the chest.

Yan Que let out a muffled groan and flew backwards for more than a meter, crashing into the metal of the refueling machine with a loud "bang".

"Father!" Yan Sen exclaimed in surprise. No, there's no need to be so invested in acting, is there? He didn't see his cheap old man using Qi to protect the area that was hit.

"I'm fine..." Yan Que coughed twice, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he still shielded Yan Sen with his body.

With that kick, things are unlikely to end well today.

The man gave them no chance to breathe. He had his eye on Yan Sen's pure body and planned to refine him into his own "Insect Child".

The so-called "Insect Child" is an extremely vicious evil technique. It involves using secret methods to subdue a living person, especially a young child with good physique, and then injecting the eggs of one's own natal Gu worm into the child's body.

Using the essence and primordial energy of young children as nourishment, Gu worms are hatched and nurtured. Gu worms refined in this way are more than ten times more powerful than those raised using ordinary methods.

The young children who are used as vessels will have their life force drained away in endless pain, eventually turning into dried-up corpses.

"Don't be afraid, little thing. Trust your uncle, it won't hurt in a bit." The golden centipede chuckled and pulled out two more bright red centipedes from his black cloth bag.

These two centipedes were smaller than the golden one from before, but their venom was much more potent. As soon as they appeared, they flapped their thin wings on their backs, making a buzzing sound, and hovered in mid-air, their two pairs of scarlet compound eyes staring intently at Yan Sen.

"Flying Centipede!" Yan Que's pupils contracted.

This thing is incredibly fast and extremely poisonous. An ordinary person would turn into a pool of pus and blood within three seconds of being bitten. Even those who specialize in external martial arts would not dare to take it head-on if their skills were mediocre.

"Go, my darlings, but don't kill them, catch them alive." The golden centipede flicked its finger.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The two flying centipedes transformed into two streaks of red lightning, one on the left and one on the right, shooting towards Yan Sen in Yan Que's arms!

A cold glint flashed in Yan Que's eyes; he knew he couldn't pretend any longer.

He suddenly flipped over and pinned Yan Sen beneath him, while simultaneously pulling out the old pipe he had used for who knows how many years from his waist. With a flick of his wrist, the pipe transformed into two afterimages, striking the heads of the two flying centipedes with unparalleled precision.

"Ding! Ding!"

With two sharp cracks, the two flying centipedes were sent flying backward.

Yan Que rolled twice on the ground, pretending to barely relieve the force.

"Oh? You dare to fight back?" The golden centipede's face showed a hint of surprise, which then turned into an even more excited and sinister grin.

"Interesting. Looks like he's not just an ordinary beggar; he's a trained fighter."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two flying centipedes that had been repelled changed direction and pounced again at an even faster speed!

This time, their target was no longer Yan Sen, but Yan Que's neck!

The golden centipede realized that once he got rid of this troublesome father, the child would be his for the taking.

"Whoosh!"

An old copper coin, spinning with energy, emerged from under Yan Que's armpit, striking the centipede's wing precisely from behind.

The centipede, in pain, lurched to the side in mid-air and collided with its companion. The two centipedes immediately rolled into a ball, their attack momentarily halted.

It's Yan Sen!

He lay on the ground, holding a simple slingshot, his clear black and white eyes coldly fixed on the golden centipede.

"You're asking for death!" The golden centipede was completely enraged.

He never expected that he would be tricked by a six-year-old kid.

He didn't want to play tricks on the father and son anymore. Suddenly, a blackish-green poisonous aura burst forth from the golden centipede's body, and it charged towards Yan Que and his son like a cannonball.

"Go!" Yan Que shouted, and Yan Sen turned and ran.

"Go to that unfinished building area to the south!" Yan Que shouted as he ran (to entice).

The father and son rushed towards the unfinished building, one after the other.

The golden centipede followed slowly behind, a cruel smile on its face like a cat catching a mouse.

"Run, run! The faster you run, the faster your blood circulates, and the better it will taste to my darlings!"

His laughter echoed across the desolate wilderness, carrying an indescribable eeriness and terror.