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

"What are you blaming? Blaming you for crippling a beast? Don't be ridiculous, Master Lingyu. As long as you're not dead and can still speak, you can do whatever you want with yourself."

Liao Zhongmeng took a deep drag on his cigarette, a ferocious smile spreading across his fleshy face, revealing the murderous aura he had developed from years of working on the front lines and dealing with desperate criminals.

"As long as you can extract something useful from those bastards' brains, even if you dismantle them bone by bone, the company will cover for you."

"That's good." Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath, golden light flashing in her eyes, clearly ready to act on behalf of Heaven. "Yan Sen, let's go!"

"Where are you going? Are you just wandering around like a headless fly?" Yan Sen rolled his eyes, didn't move, and instead reached out to Liao Zhong, asking, "Uncle Liao, give me the things."

Zhang Lingyu was taken aback, thinking to himself: As expected of Yan Sen, he is meticulous and has actually anticipated this step and asked Mr. Liao for the key clue in advance.

Unexpectedly, Liao Zhong was also taken aback, his face contorted with rage: "Wh...what is that?"

Yan Sen was also taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly: "The personal belongings of the person we caught! That person used the same methods as the murderer, so his personal clothing, magical artifacts, even a tuft of hair could be useful. How am I supposed to find the murderer if you don't give me what he had on him?"

"Can't you tell at a glance?" Liao Zhong said matter-of-factly, gesturing with his signature hand gesture. "Back then, didn't I immediately recognize that I had just come from...that area? And when we were looking for the Medicine Immortal Society, didn't you find it with just one look?"

"How can that be the same?" Yan Sen said, laughing and crying at the same time. He sat up straight on the sofa. "I can see you because you are right in front of me, and the 'earth energy' on your body hasn't dissipated yet. I can follow the earth veins to find your way back. I can find the Medicine Immortal Association because there is a general area, and I only need to observe the flow of earth energy."

He pointed out the window to the vast city of Guangzhou, its neon lights flashing and its crowds surging: "This is a megacity with over ten million people. The underground energy channels are a chaotic mess, like a ball of yarn, churned up by the sheer volume of people. You have no medium whatsoever, and you expect me to find a superhuman deliberately concealing their aura among all these people? Uncle Liao, are you taking me for a god?"

"Ah...hehe, you can't blame your uncle for this. It's just that you didn't tell your uncle the details." Liao Zhong scratched his head awkwardly, then glanced at Zhang Lingyu, who was also looking bewildered, and quickly tried to salvage the situation. "I'll coordinate it now! I'll send a letter to North China right away. You two wait a bit, I guarantee it will be delivered before dark."

"By the time you finish coordinating, it'll be too late." Yan Sen waved his hand helplessly, interrupting Liao Zhong. "These lunatics who believe in 'Vacuum Homeland' have a set time for killing. If we don't catch them tonight, someone might die. Forget it, I'll do it myself."

He scrolled through his contacts and found a number with the nickname "North China Show-off White Hair," then dialed it.

beep - beep -

The phone was answered after two rings, and there was a lot of background noise coming from the other end, which seemed to be from a mahjong parlor or a karaoke bar.

"Hey, blockhead, what's up? Missing your brother?" Xu Si's lazy and cheeky voice came through the receiver. "What's wrong? The food at Longhu Mountain isn't nourishing enough, so you want your brother to take you for a foot massage?"

"Get lost, I have serious business to attend to," Yan Sen replied irritably. "If you're not serious, I'm calling Sister Baobao."

"Tsk, these young people nowadays, they're so easily teased. So, what's up?" Xu Si on the other end of the phone immediately dropped his joking tone and became more serious. The background noise also subsided, indicating that they had moved to a quieter place.

"That perverted serial killer you and Sister Bao caught, the one who digs out people's brains, do you still have any of his belongings?" Yan Sen went straight to the point.

"Yes, most of them have been handed over to the police. There are two rather special ones, which are temporarily stored in the regional evidence room." Xu Si on the other end of the phone sounded a little surprised. "What do you need those things for? They're bad luck."

"Don't worry about what it's for. Just send one of the guys over to the South China Regional Headquarters in Guangzhou as soon as possible. I need it urgently," Yan Sen said in a deep voice, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee.

"Guangzhou? Sure, no problem, I'll arrange it, just wait." Xu Si agreed very readily.

That's what friendship is all about.

Not just anyone can get the young master of the North China region to agree to help without asking any questions or saying a word.

Just then, a commotion of scrambling came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey! Baby! It's Wood! Don't take my phone... Ouch! Hair! It's broken! Wait, Wood?"

Hearing the familiar, emotionless voice on the other end of the phone, Yan Sen's lips unconsciously curled into a slight smile, and his tense nerves relaxed a little: "Sister Baobao, what's wrong?"

"I want to eat dragon fruit, the red kind." Feng Baobao's voice was serious, with a hint of self-righteous complaint, "No one has restocked your place for a week, the fridge is empty, there are only two bottles of expired Coke."

Yan Sen rubbed his temples; this girl's focus was always so peculiar.

"Okay, I'll contact the property manager to deliver it... Wait!" Yan Sen's eyebrow twitched suddenly, a bad feeling rising in his heart. "How do you know no one has restocked for a week? I locked the door before I left! You didn't take my lock off, did you?!"

"How could that be?" Feng Baobao said calmly, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today. "Disassembling locks is too much trouble, but unlocking them is not difficult at all. Just poke them with a wire and it's done in no time."

"..." Yan Sen was speechless for a long time before finally managing to stammer, "You're too good at this."

Well, this security door of our own house couldn't even keep out our own people, let alone thieves.

"It's nothing, just practice makes perfect~" Although Feng Baobao's tone was calm, Yan Sen still keenly heard a hint of smugness in the end of her words.

"Fine, fine, you're something else. I'll have someone buy it and leave it at my doorstep, you can go get it yourself. Give the phone back to Fourth Brother first, I have an urgent matter." Yan Sen reluctantly compromised, giving up on the idea of ​​reasoning with this woman.

"Oh. Fourth brother, here you go."

There was static on the other end of the phone again, then Xu Si's voice came through, sounding somewhat guilty: "Um... Wood, I'll take care of it for you now, is everything alright?"

Xu Si had overheard Yan Sen and Feng Baobao's conversation clearly, and he obviously knew what kind of trouble his rascal had gotten into.

"My spare key is with the property management. I'll tell Bao Bao Jie not to try to break into the house next time; that lock is quite expensive," Yan Sen sighed.

"Ahem... Okay." Xu Si coughed twice, his tone abruptly switching to work mode. "Wood, let's get this straight first, you can use the evidence, but be careful not to lose it. There are special marks left on it, so it's important evidence."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Sen looked at Liao Zhong beside him: "Uncle Liao, don't just stand there, send your address to Xu Si. He said he'll arrange for it to be delivered right away."

"immediately?"

Zhang Lingyu, who had been standing by as a background figure, glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned slightly. "Yan Sen, what time is it? Even the fastest flight from Tianjin would take several hours, right? Plus the traffic in the city... Is it even possible to make it today?"

"Master Lingyu, you're really out of touch." Liao Zhong laughed as he typed on his computer. "Don't forget what we do. We're a courier company! Some 'express deliveries' don't follow the usual routes."

......

Since Na Du Tong claims to be a courier company, it naturally has a logistics system unique to the world of supernatural beings.

Especially for high-priority "express" shipments between regions, those are truly "mission accomplished".

Less than three hours later, just as Zhang Lingyu was getting his third cup of tea.

"Knock knock knock".

A series of crisp, rhythmic tapping sounds suddenly rang out from outside the window.

Keep in mind, this is the sixteenth floor! There are no balconies or places to stand outside!

Zhang Lingyu was drinking water from a teacup when he heard the sound. His hand trembled, and the scalding tea spilled all over his hand, almost causing him to drop the cup.

"Who goes there?!" Zhang Lingyu's body flashed with golden light, instantly entering battle mode, and he abruptly turned his head to look out the window.

In the dim twilight outside the window, there were no assassins leaping across rooftops, but instead a six-rotor drone painted in matte black hovering.

A small metal briefcase was hanging below the drone, swinging back and forth flexibly under the control of onboard sensors, rhythmically tapping the bulletproof glass with its landing gear.

"Knock knock knock".

"Wow, this is high-tech." Although Yan Sen was somewhat prepared, he was still surprised by the cyberpunk-style scene. "The company's equipment is being updated pretty quickly."

Liao Zhong, however, was not surprised and strode over to open the window.

"call--"

The night breeze, carrying a hint of humidity, immediately blew into the office through the window, causing the pothos plant on the desk to sway gently.

The drone seemed to have eyes, nimbly flying into the house. The buzzing sound from its rotors was extremely low, clearly indicating that it was a specially made silent model.

It hovered above the desk, released its mechanical claw, and the metal box landed steadily on the table. Then, the drone even politely flashed its red light twice before turning around, flying out the window, and disappearing into the night sky.

A shipping label was attached to the box, with a line of text written on it in a flamboyant style:

"Urgent document from North China branch, please sign for it. Enclosed: Your loving fourth brother."

Liao Zhong stepped forward and entered a series of decryption commands. With a "click," the box popped open.

A cold, decaying, and even slightly bloody aura instantly emanated from the box.

Zhang Lingyu instinctively covered his nose; the smell made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Inside the box, a pale white domino lay quietly.

"Is this the brain-digging maniac's personal item?" Liao Zhong frowned; this thing looked sinister.

"Yes, not just personal belongings."

Yan Sen stepped forward, but instead of taking it directly with his hands, he took out a pair of gloves from his pocket.

He put on gloves, gently picked up the domino, and brought it close to his eyes to examine it carefully.

In his vision of "All Things Connected by Qi," this domino was emanating a very unique fluctuation. It seemed to be more than just death energy; it was more like a... special "signal source."

Yan Sen's lips slowly curled into a cold smile, and the bluish-gold light in his eyes looked particularly eerie in the dim office.

"This is a 'ritual artifact,' or rather, a 'token of faith.'"

Yan Sen turned his head, looked at Liao Zhong and Zhang Lingyu, and said in a low voice:

"Xiaoyu, get ready to work."

"I know what methods he used, Uncle Liao. Do you know Hou Kai, the cannibal in 93?"

"These two, like Hou Kai, are inheritors of the Twelfth-Rank White Lotus Separation Technique!"