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

The road down the mountain is much more difficult to walk than the road up the mountain, especially when you have a portable "pressure cooker" with you.

"Sizzle—"

A faint yet blinding white arc of electricity leaped through the air and struck Qian Lang, who was being dragged on the ground like a dead dog, with pinpoint accuracy.

Qian Lang, who had already rolled his eyes back, convulsed violently under the stimulation of the electric current. His limbs stiffened, and a "clunking" sound like an old bellows being pulled came out of his throat. Then his head lolled to the side, and he completely fainted, foaming at the mouth.

"I said... Xiaoyu."

Yan Sen walked ahead, hands in his pockets, listening to the commotion behind him. He couldn't help but turn around and glance back. "That's enough. This bastard deserves to die, but at least leave Uncle Liao alive. You've been electrified the whole way; he'll be a fool by now."

Zhang Lingyu sported an afro, and his once handsome and fair face was now patchy with black and white marks, making him look like a refugee who had just crawled out of a coal mine.

He stared at Yan Sen expressionlessly, his eyes filled with such resentment they seemed to drip with tears.

"I can't control it." Zhang Lingyu's voice was hoarse, even trembling slightly. "There's still some residual power of the heavenly lightning in my body. If I don't release it, I'll feel uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he raised his charred fingers and pointed them at Qian Lang on the ground again.

"Sizzle—smack!"

Qian Lang's body bounced up two inches again, and the smell of burning became even stronger.

Yan Sen's lips twitched twice.

I don't believe you.

You're clearly taking out your personal grudge on this guy.

However, seeing Zhang Lingyu's miserable appearance, Yan Sen didn't have the heart to expose her.

After all, it's rather unethical to have tricked a high-ranking official from the Celestial Master's Mansion into becoming a disposable lightning rod.

"Alright, alright, do whatever you want to vent." Yan Sen sighed, took out a hair tie from his pocket and handed it over, "Tie your hair up first, otherwise I'm afraid Uncle Liao will laugh himself to death when we meet later."

Zhang Lingyu took the hair tie and haphazardly tied her messy, bird's nest-like hair behind her head. Although it still looked ridiculous, at least her still presentable face was revealed.

"Yan Sen," Zhang Lingyu said through gritted teeth as she walked, "this isn't over. You have to spar with me in a few days."

"Sure," Yan Sen agreed readily, even thoughtfully adding a clause, "Next time we spar, I'll let you go first with a couple of swings. I'll only defend and won't retaliate. Let you get your revenge, okay?"

Zhang Lingyu was taken aback, clearly not expecting Yan Sen to be so agreeable this time, and looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

"More real than real gold! We're brothers, aren't we?" Yan Sen patted his chest and guaranteed.

You can't even unleash heavenly lightning yourself. With your measly palm lightning, I'd consider a day of being struck by it as a full-body massage.

Yan Sen silently added a sentence in his mind.

......

Outside the cordon at the foot of the mountain, Liao Zhong had already gone through his third cigarette.

Even from a short distance, one could feel the awe-inspiring power of the thunderclap that just erupted from the mountaintop.

That didn't seem like something a superhuman could make; it was more like a natural phenomenon during a thunderstorm.

"These two bastards... I hope they don't kill someone." Liao Zhong frowned, pacing back and forth, his fleshy face full of tension.

"Boss! Someone's coming down! Someone's coming down!" the employee on guard suddenly shouted.

Liao Zhong suddenly looked up and saw two figures slowly emerging from the dark mountain path.

The one walking in front still had that carefree attitude, and even had the leisure to wave in this direction.

And the one after that...

Liao Zhong squinted and examined it carefully. If it weren't for the distinctive Taoist robe, he would have almost thought it was an international friend who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"This is... Master Lingyu?" Liao Zhong strode forward, his mouth twitching wildly as he looked at Zhang Lingyu's postmodern-artistic appearance. "Have you guys... been struck by lightning?"

"Cough cough... Uncle Liao, let's not say it out loud." Yan Sen put his arm around Liao Zhong's shoulder and casually threw the lump of "coke" he was dragging on the ground.

"We have successfully apprehended the suspect. This is Qian Lang, the serial killer and remnant of the White Lotus Cult."

Liao Zhong glanced down at the unidentified object on the ground that smelled of meat, and his eyelids twitched.

"Is he... still alive?"

"He's alive, incredibly resilient." Yan Sen pointed at Zhang Lingyu. "Master Lingyu has been performing 'electric defibrillation' on him the whole way. It's just that his heart rate is a little fast; he won't die."

Zhang Lingyu turned her head away expressionlessly, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

Liao Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, "Men! Drag him away! Put him in special handcuffs, and insert the acupuncture needles too, don't let him recover!"

Several fully armed employees of NaDuTong rushed over and skillfully packed Qian Lang up and took him away.

"There's something else." Yan Sen pointed towards the mountainside. "There are three survivors in a hidden cave behind that ravine. They're probably his 'backup petals' that he didn't have time to kill. They're alive, but their mental state is probably not good; they're terrified. You'd better arrange for a professional psychologist to intervene."

"Good lad!" Liao Zhong patted Yan Sen's shoulder heavily, the force was really strong. "Well done! You've really made me proud this time."

"It's my duty." Yan Sen smiled, then yawned. "Alright, Uncle Liao, I've handed over the man and taken care of the matter. You're familiar with the rest of the procedures, so I won't get involved."

Qian Lang has eight lives on his hands, and his methods are extremely cruel. He is a wicked cultivator whom everyone in the world of supernatural beings wants to kill.

Following the procedures of Na Du Tong, the first step was to conduct an in-depth interrogation to uncover all of Qian Lang's knowledge of the White Lotus Sect. Then, his cultivation was stripped, and finally, he was handed over to the judicial authorities.

For such an inhuman beast, bullets are the best way to send him to the afterlife.

"Alright, you two go back and rest first." Liao Zhong glanced at the time, then looked at the disheveled Zhang Lingyu, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes. "Master Lingyu, you've had a hard time this time. I originally wanted you two to come and train, but I didn't expect you to make such a mess of things..."

"Mr. Liao, you flatter me." Although Zhang Lingyu's appearance was completely ruined, his innate refinement remained. He cupped his hands slightly, and although his voice was hoarse, it was firm. "It is our duty to exorcise demons and monsters. I will not be at peace if this villain is not eliminated."

"Good! He may be a bit young, but he's a real man!" Liao Zhong gave a thumbs up. "Xiao Zheng! Bring the car over and take the two of them to the hotel to rest! Book the best suite!"

"Don't be like that, Uncle Liao," Yan Sen suddenly interrupted, cutting off Liao Zhong's arrangements. "Why stay in a hotel? It's such a waste of money. Besides, it's the middle of the night, and we're both covered in dirt and blood. Is it really appropriate to go to a hotel?"

"Where are you going?"

"Let's go to your house!" Yan Sen said matter-of-factly. "Anyway, your house is very big, and the guest rooms are just sitting empty. Let us stay here for the night."

Liao Zhong was stunned.

Looking at Yan Sen's sly eyes and then at Zhang Lingyu, who looked completely bewildered, he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"Go to my house? Uh... that's not a good idea... my house is a mess, and I haven't tidied it up..." Liao Zhong stammered, his eyes flickering. The usually decisive and ruthless regional manager was now somewhat hesitant.

"What are you afraid of? I don't mind." Yan Sen reached out and put his arm around Liao Zhong's shoulder, half-pushing and half-dragging him into the passenger seat of the Audi that had just driven up next to them, and then sat in the back seat with Zhang Lingyu.

"Brother Zheng! Let's go to Uncle Liao's house! You know the address, right?"

The driver, Xiao Zheng, paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "I...I know."

"Let's go!"

The car window slowly rolled up, blocking out Liao Zhong's large face, which looked hesitant and even somewhat desperate.

The only thing he really didn't want others to see was the interior design of his own home!

That brat is going to make me laugh to death!

......

The car sped along and finally stopped in front of a rather upscale-looking residential building.

"Uncle Liao, I didn't realize you were such a low-profile tycoon!" Yan Sen looked around at the surroundings; the property prices here were not cheap in Guangzhou.

"Rich my ass, this is a dormitory provided by the company for the regional manager, it's just registered under my name." Liao Zhong led the two upstairs, took out his key and opened the door.

"Let me make this clear first: if you dare laugh at me, I'll kick you out and make you sleep on the streets!"

This was mainly said to Yan Sen.

As the door opened, a warm, yellow light shone out.

However, when Yan Sen and Zhang Lingyu saw the furnishings inside the room, they both froze at the doorway, their expressions a fascinating mix of emotions.

In the spacious living room, the wallpaper was a pastel pink Hello Kitty pattern, the sofa was piled with all sorts of colorful plush toys, the coffee table was covered with a lace-trimmed tablecloth, and even the TV cabinet was decorated with a row of exquisite figurines.

The entire room was filled with a strong, even overly girlish, atmosphere.

Then look at Liao Zhong standing at the door, his face full of scars, crisscrossed with knife marks, and exuding a menacing aura...

The scene is definitely jarring, mainly because the contrast is too stark and it's an eyesore.

"Uncle Liao..." Yan Sen swallowed hard, pointing to the pink hues filling the room, "What's this...?"

Zhang Lingyu was also shocked. He even wondered if he had just fallen under some kind of illusion spell cast by Qian Lang.

"Go away! What does a little kid like you know!" Liao Zhong blushed and explained gruffly while changing his shoes.

"This is all for Duo'er! Little girls, don't they all love all this pink and cute stuff? I'm doing this to create a warm and loving home environment for her, which is good for her physical and mental health!"

"But..." Yan Sen pointed to Chen Duo, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa, watching TV with a blank expression and holding a SpongeBob SquarePants doll in her hand, "I don't think Duo'er seems to be very interested."

Indeed, Chen Duo, sitting amidst the pile of dolls, resembled a cold-blooded killer who had stumbled into a toy store, exuding an air of nonchalance that said, "I don't understand, but I accept it."

"Ahem! That's just her introverted personality!" Liao Zhong tried to salvage the situation. "Alright, enough talk, let's go inside!"

Hearing the noise, Chen Duo turned her head.

When she saw Yan Sen following behind Liao Zhong, her originally calm and unwavering green eyes instantly lit up.

"Dad Liao! Brother Sen!"

Chen Duo dropped the SpongeBob SquarePants toy she was holding, ran over barefoot, and bumped headfirst into Yan Sen's arms.

"Tsk..." Liao Zhong pursed his lips, feeling a little jealous that his daughter hadn't hugged him first.

"Hey, slow down, slow down." Yan Sen chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Still not asleep this late? Waiting for us?"

"Hmm." Chen Duo nodded, then looked at the person next to her with an afro and a face covered in soot, tilted her head, and asked hesitantly, "This is... Xiaoyu?"

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

He took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain his last shred of dignity, and forced a smile that looked worse than crying: "Sister Duo'er, it's me."

"Ahem..." Yan Sen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, their stomachs began to rumble.

"Are you hungry?" Liao Zhong took off his coat, revealing a vest underneath. "What do you want to eat? Uncle will make you... Never mind, I only know how to cook instant noodles, let's just order delivery."

"I want to cook." Chen Duo suddenly raised her hand, her eyes sparkling. "The TV said that cooking can make people feel happy."

"Well......"

"Tsk..."

Yan Sen and Liao Zhong exchanged a glance, both revealing indescribable expressions.

Liao Zhongke still remembers the last time Chen Duo suddenly decided to cook porridge, she ended up ruining the inner pot of the rice cooker. The billowing black smoke looked like she was refining elixirs.

"Duo'er, how can we let you do such rough work as cooking?" Yan Sen said with a straight face, trying to fool us. "Besides, with so many of us, cooking will take too long. Let's have hot pot!"

"Hot pot?" Chen Duo blinked.

"Yes! Hot pot!" Yan Sen snapped his fingers. "Lively, filling, and fast!"

Half an hour later.

A steaming pot was placed on the induction cooker, with red oil bubbling inside, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

Yan Sen, Zhang Lingyu, and Chen Duo sat around on the carpet, each holding a bowl and staring intently at the mutton rolls bobbing in the pot.

"Is it cooked yet? Is it cooked yet?" Yan Sen asked, eager to try it with his chopsticks.

"Wait a little longer, we still need to skim off the foam." Although Zhang Lingyu was starving, she still maintained that damned composure.

"It's ready to eat." As a Gu Master, Chen Duo was exceptionally sensitive to her recipients. She picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, stuffed it into her mouth, and puffed out her cheeks.

"Eat!" Yan Sen followed closely behind, his chopsticks clashing with Zhang Lingyu's, and they started fighting.

At this moment, Liao Zhong put on his uniform again, holding a briefcase, and stood at the door.

"Uncle Liao, aren't you going to eat something?" Yan Sen asked, his mouth full of meat, his words muffled.

"Eat my ass! I still have to go back to the company to work overtime and write a report!" Liao Zhong looked bitter and resentful. "This commotion tonight has caused too much of a stir. I have to explain to the police, give an account to the higher-ups, and deal with the three survivors, Qian Lang's interrogation... I'm not going to get any sleep tonight."

He looked at the three little ones enjoying their hot pot, and especially when he saw Chen Duo's smiling face, the fat on his face softened a bit.

"You guys eat, don't wait for me. Go to bed early after you finish eating. Yan Na, take good care of Duo'er and Lingyu Zhenren."

After saying that, Liao Zhong opened the door and walked into the dark night.

"Bang." The door slammed shut.

Yan Sen picked up a piece of tripe, dipped it in the chili oil, looked towards the door, and sighed.

"That's the adult world for you. You curse all the time, but you still have to clean up our messes."

"Mr. Liao... is a good person."

Zhang Lingyu washed his face. Although his hair was still a bit frizzy, he had regained some of his handsome features. He spoke earnestly.

"Yes, a good person."

Yan Sen stuffed the tripe into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound, but his eyes became somewhat deep.

Liao Zhong is a good person and a competent person in charge.

But in this world, good people often live the most tiring lives.

Because they can neither bear to see others suffer nor save everyone.