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

To be honest, Liao Zhong's driving skills are truly exceptional.

In the swirling traffic of the evening rush hour, this unassuming black Audi drove with the silky smoothness of an eel weaving through tofu, seizing every opportunity to dodge and weave left and right, managing to get the two to the headquarters building of NaDuTong's South China region as quickly as possible, even under speed limits and congestion.

"Thanks, Brother Zheng. Your driving skills have improved again. When I'm old enough to take the driving test, I'll definitely ask you to teach me."

Yan Sen pushed open the door and got out of the car, skillfully taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Although he didn't smoke, this stuff was considered a social currency, so it wouldn't hurt to have some on hand.

He tossed it directly to the driver, Xiao Zheng, with a smooth and effortless motion.

"Hey, no trouble at all. Just give me a call beforehand. My only skill is driving." Knowing that Yan Sen didn't smoke, Xiao Zheng didn't refuse. He opened a cigarette, lit it, and said with a smile.

Only then did Zhang Lingyu get out of the car, holding onto the door for support. He took two deep breaths of air mixed with car exhaust fumes and felt his soul return to his body. He had actually been carsick!

He watched Yan Sen and the driver acting like brothers, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

How did we end up chatting like this?

Once they entered the building, this sense of confusion intensified.

"Hey! Isn't this Xiaoyan? Long time no see! Where have you been making your fortune lately?"

A burly man in a delivery uniform, but with muscles all over his body, happened to pass by. When he saw Yan Sen coming, he immediately let out a loud yell, which made the surrounding glass vibrate.

"What fortune are you talking about, Brother Wang? I'm still young, living off my parents." Yan Sen greeted him with a smile, accurately calling the burly man by his surname. "But you, you look radiant. You must have earned a hefty bonus last month, right?"

"Hehe, thank you, thank you!"

"Oh! Master Yan has arrived! Welcome, welcome! What a rare guest!"

"Brother Zhang, come on, are you trying to flatter me to death? From now on, I'll call you Master Zhang!"

Yan Sen smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Hahaha, no, no, brother was wrong."

Yan Sen led Zhang Lingyu through the journey without any obstacles.

Zhang Lingyu followed behind, like a naive follower who had never seen the world, watching Yan Sen greet this person and pat that person on the shoulder.

As Yan Sen passed by the office area, a middle-aged man carrying a thermos cup saw him and his eyes lit up. He quickly walked over.

"Long time no see, Brother Yan. How are you?"

"Brother Zhao!" Yan Sen stopped and smiled sincerely. "Long time no see. I'm doing well. I heard your wife is pregnant? Congratulations! Let me know when the baby is born so I can give you a gift."

"Why give a gift? We're all family. Come over anytime, I'll cook you something delicious." Old Zhao patted Yan Sen on the shoulder, his eyes full of kindness.

"Alright, thanks Brother Zhao. I'll go find Uncle Liao now. See you later!"

Yan Sen waved and led Zhang Lingyu into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, but the chatter outside hadn't stopped.

"Brother Zhao, who is this? He looks unfamiliar. How come he knows all of you old folks? His attitude...tsk tsk, if you didn't know better, you'd think he was a leader from headquarters on an inspection tour." A newly hired employee asked curiously.

Old Zhao took a sip of goji berry water.

"You've only been with the company for a short time, so it's normal that you don't know him. He was the outside help the company found for Boss Liao when we were cracking down on the Medicine Immortal Society two years ago. He's very capable, and his skills are even better."

He paused, then continued with a touch of emotion in his voice.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this young man is so capable yet so humble. He not only remembers us support staff but is also so polite. No wonder he's doing so well. Unlike some young men from powerful families who look down on everyone. Let's go, let's get back to work."

......

The elevator stopped at the top floor.

Yan Sen, familiar with the place, led Zhang Lingyu to Liao Zhong's office.

"Knock knock knock".

Without waiting for a response, Yan Sen pushed the door open and entered, a strong smell of smoke hitting him.

Behind his desk, Liao Zhongzheng stared at the computer screen with a worried expression, his ashtrays piled high. Hearing the noise, he didn't even look up and cursed, "You little brat, would it kill you to wait for me to tell you to come in? Don't you know the rules?"

"Hehe, Uncle Liao, we're like family. If I'm too polite to you, wouldn't that seem distant and embarrass you?" Yan Sen grinned and leaned over, casually opening the window to let the smoke dissipate.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Liao Zhong raised his head. Although his fleshy face was tired, he still smiled when he saw Yan Sen.

Immediately, his gaze passed over Yan Sen and landed on Zhang Lingyu behind him.

Liao Zhong paused slightly, then stood up, a standard, polite smile he wore when addressing a disciple of a prestigious sect: "This must be Master Lingyu? Ah, indeed, seeing is believing! Such a handsome and refined man! Please, have a seat, please have a seat!"

Zhang Lingyu was flattered and quickly bowed, saying, "President Liao, you're too kind. Just call me Lingyu."

"Alright, enough with the pleasantries, let's get down to business." Yan Sen plopped down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "Uncle Liao, we've finally arrived. Stop beating around the bush, what kind of work is it?"

Liao Zhong glared at Yan Sen, sat back in his chair, and without saying a word, took out a thick stack of documents from the drawer and slammed them down in front of Yan Sen.

"See for yourselves. This is for you."

Yan Sen took the document and casually flipped to the first page.

With just one glance, the pupils of his usually nonchalant eyes suddenly contracted.

The photo shows a corpse.

Or rather, it was a mutilated corpse. The deceased was a middle-aged man, bound to a chair, his death extremely gruesome. But what was most chilling was that his skull had been neatly pried open, revealing it to be completely empty.

The brain is gone.

"Killed eight ordinary people, and had their brains removed?" Yan Sen's voice turned cold. He quickly flipped through the next few pages, each page showing a bloody crime scene photo. The victims were men and women, young and old, and the only thing they had in common was that their brains were gone.

"We still haven't caught this guy?" Yan Sen frowned and looked up at Liao Zhong.

Back in Changbai Mountain in Northeast China, Xu Si mentioned this mission briefly in Deng Youcai's car. This murderer had already killed five people. Logically speaking, with Xu Si and Sister Bao's abilities, this matter should have been resolved long ago. How could it have come to South China?

"The one from before has been caught."

Liao Zhong lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the smoke he exhaled blurred his solemn expression.

"It was Xu Ye's youngest son who led the arrest, in Tianjin. They brought him back to the company and interrogated him overnight, using every method imaginable, but this bastard is a die-hard. It's like his brain is under a spell; he goes into shock when asked the core questions. In the end, there was no other way but to transfer him to the judicial process. Although he hasn't been sentenced yet, the death penalty is a certainty."

"I thought this was the end of it." Liao Zhong flicked his cigarette ash, his tone becoming somewhat irritated. "Who knew there was more than one of these perverts! The other one just got arrested, and this one's already showing up in South China! And he's even more ruthless and cruel! The previous one knew to hold back and only dared to kill homeless people, but this one's gone and specifically targets an entire family!"

"These eight victims actually came from only two families. The first family consisted of three people, and even their five-year-old child was not spared; the second family was even worse, a family of three and two elderly people, all five of them, were wiped out overnight! Their brains were completely removed, and there wasn't even a decent sign of a struggle at the scene!"

"The impact on society is very bad right now, and there is a lot of pressure from above. This is clearly something done by supernatural beings, and ordinary police officers simply cannot handle it. The addresses that the company's sorcerers calculate when they enter the inner realm are also inaccurate, and they always miss their targets, as if someone has deliberately shielded them from the secrets of heaven."

Liao Zhong looked at Yan Sen, his tone tinged with helplessness: "To be honest, if you hadn't come to the company, I would have been coming to you soon. I thought you might have a way to find someone like this."

Yan Sen chuckled inwardly.

So it turns out I've been delivered to your door.

He thought Zhao Fangxu had truly been won over by his personal charm, which was why she agreed so readily.

So that's what they were waiting for him all along!

"This person only targets ordinary people, which means their methods aren't very sophisticated, or rather, they're not strong in direct combat; they're just harder to find, right?"

Zhang Lingyu chimed in, trying to analyze this cruel pervert using logic.

"Not necessarily." Liao Zhong shook his head, his expression becoming unusually serious. "The company's senior management has discussed this in a meeting. Combining the scattered clues obtained from the interrogation of the fugitive, as well as some traces left at the scene... we believe that this person's background may be unusual."

Liao Zhong leaned forward, lowered his voice, and stared intently at Yan Sen and Zhang Lingyu: "Have you ever heard of a slogan?"

"What?"

"Restore the Ming Dynasty and unify the martial world."

Zhang Lingyu was completely bewildered; clearly, this touched upon a blind spot in the knowledge of this disciple from a prestigious sect.

Yan Sen, upon hearing these eight words, narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his fingers lightly on his knee twice, and uttered three words.

"The White Lotus Sect?"

"Yes, very likely." Liao Zhong nodded, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "These remnants, who have long been swept into the dustbin of history, are starting to stir up trouble again."

"Alright, since this is something I'm good at, then there's no question, we'll take this job."

Yan Sen stood up, stretched, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Xiaoyu, didn't you want to be a chivalrous hero? Didn't you want to help those in distress?"

"The opportunity has arrived."

Zhang Lingyu nodded, his face revealing no emotion. "It's my duty, but I have a question, Mr. Liao."

As he spoke, he looked at Liao Zhong, who was smoking, and his eyes became extremely serious. "If I go too far, the company won't blame me, will they?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself!"