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

"Son! Run faster!"

Yan Que held Yan Sen's hand and ran through the abandoned construction site. Under their feet was a bumpy cement ground and scattered steel bars and stones, and they could easily trip over it.

Yan Sen's little face was tense, and his short legs moved quickly to keep up with his father's pace.

The laughter behind me was like maggots clinging to my bones, relentlessly pursuing me.

"Hahaha... Don't run away, little thing. Just grant me my wish, with that body of yours, you can cultivate such a perfect Gu worm!"

The golden centipede's figure was faintly visible dozens of meters behind them. He seemed in no hurry at all, as if he were watching his prey's final struggle.

The father and son rushed into an unfinished building that had not yet been topped out.

This is a chemical plant that has been shut down for many years. The air is filled with a strange smell of rust and chemical reagents. Rusty steel pipes, abandoned oil drums, and dark puddles are everywhere, making the whole environment gloomy and oppressive.

Upon entering, Yan Sen's eyes suddenly lit up.

He was panting heavily as he quickly scanned his surroundings.

The "qi" here... is just right!

Reinforced concrete and metal pipes all belong to the "metal" element in Feng Shui. Because this place has been abandoned for a long time, the metal energy here also carries a sense of decay and desolation, a feeling of "death."

Such places are extremely unlucky for ordinary people; living there for a long time will inevitably lead to illness or disaster. But for these geomancers, it's practically a natural "killing formation"!

"Father!" Yan Sen lowered his voice, a hint of excitement in it, "This place is perfect for burying people!"

"Nonsense! If this place isn't suitable for burying people, would I have brought you here to die?" Yan Que cursed without turning his head, but a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

The brat has improved a lot; he figured out the trick to this place at a glance.

"You go up, I'll go down! Let's lure that bastard in, and the rest is up to you!" Yan Que made a quick decision.

"Understood!" Yan Sen replied without hesitation, letting go of his father's hand and, like a nimble little monkey, quickly climbing up the scaffolding to the second floor.

Yan Que took a deep breath, deliberately slowed down, and started circling in the lobby downstairs, pretending to be exhausted as he ran, panting heavily.

Soon, the slender figure of the golden centipede appeared at the entrance of the unfinished building.

He looked at the empty hall and the panting Yan Que, and his smile became even more smug.

"What? Can't run anymore?" The golden centipede clumsily played the gentleman, slowly walking in. "I told you, you can't escape."

"What...what exactly do you want?" Yan Que leaned against a concrete pillar. "We have no grudge against you, do you have to be so ruthless?"

"No enmity? Heh." The golden centipede spread his hands, and two flying centipedes reappeared in his palm, emitting a threatening buzzing sound. "You disturbed my enjoyment of eating and killed my beloved Jinbao. This enmity is far from over."

He glanced around but didn't see Yan Sen.

"Where's the little brat? Hiding? It's no use. In this building, my darlings can smell even the slightest trace of a living person."

As Jin Wugong spoke, he slightly moved his fingers, and one of the flying centipedes immediately transformed into a red light and flew upstairs, clearly heading to find Yan Sen.

Yan Que's eyes narrowed, but he forcibly suppressed the urge to act. He trusted his son.

His current task is to act, to draw all of the golden centipede's attention to himself.

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Yan Sen wasn't hiding; he was using his short stature to quickly move between various pipes and abandoned equipment.

As he ran, he made various small movements that seemed to indicate he was running in a panic.

As he passed by an overturned oil drum, he "accidentally" kicked it, and the drum rolled a few times before coming to rest in an inconspicuous corner.

Seeing a broken power line on the ground, he casually tugged at it, exposing the copper core of the wire, which then lay on a puddle of water.

As he passed a pile of rusty screws, he slipped and "coincidentally" kicked a few screws into several different places.

All these movements were performed extremely naturally, like the unconscious actions of a frightened child in a state of panic.

The flying centipede of the golden centipede quickly found him.

"Buzz—"

The red shadow, accompanied by a whooshing sound, aimed straight for Yan Sen's back.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Yan Sen ducked down and crawled into a huge ventilation duct just as the centipede was about to reach him.

The flying centipede missed its target and crashed into the cold metal sheet with a crisp "ding".

It circled the pipe opening once, seemingly hesitant about whether to go in.

Meanwhile, Yan Sen inside the pipe didn't stop at all. He crawled out from the other end of the pipe and continued to jump up and down in the "garbage dump" on the second floor, setting up his "battlefield".

The golden centipede downstairs had completely lost patience with Yan Que, whom it considered "something in its grasp".

"I'm not playing with you anymore." He grinned maliciously. "I'll deal with you first, then I'll go catch that little mouse."

He swayed, bringing with him a foul-smelling, poisonous gust of wind, and suddenly lunged at Yan Que.

Yan Que's "performance" also reached its climax.

He turned and ran in a panic, but slipped and almost fell.

The golden centipede's venomous claws grazed his back, tearing a large gash in his clothes and revealing the skin burned by the poisonous gas underneath.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself." Seeing that he had succeeded in his attack, the Golden Centipede took Yan Que even less seriously. He thought that the other party was just an ordinary superhuman who knew a little bit of martial arts and was not worth fearing at all.

He was confident of victory and approached step by step, wanting to see the expression of despair on Yan Que's face.

He lifted his foot and casually kicked aside a broken piece of wood blocking his path.

He didn't notice that the wooden strip was rolling and had gotten stuck on a rickety iron frame not far away.

He didn't even notice that with each step he took, he landed near the rusty screws that Yan Que had "accidentally" kicked over earlier.

The atmosphere of the entire unfinished building was undergoing a subtle yet fatal change without his knowledge.

Yan Sen, who was on the second floor, had already climbed onto a platform near a ventilation shaft.

He carefully took out the "Blood Embryo Locking Spirit Jade" from his pocket.

In the dim environment, the eerie green light emanating from this jade stone seemed particularly strange.

Yan Sen glanced at a small puddle of water at the edge of the platform, left over from the rain earlier. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he gently placed the jade into the puddle.

"Buzz—"

A barely audible sound.

The immense Yin energy contained in the jade seemed to find an outlet the moment it came into contact with water, and immediately resonated in a strange way with the decaying and desolate Geng metal energy in the surrounding environment.

An invisible scheme has been hatched!

Downstairs, Yan Que had been cornered by the golden centipede, with a concrete wall behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"Son! Run! Don't worry about me!" Yan Que shouted hoarsely, his face full of "despair" and "tragic".

Seeing his expression, the golden centipede laughed even harder.

"Now you think of letting him escape? Too late!" He grinned maliciously, approaching step by step.

"Neither of you, father and son, will escape today!"

He lifted his foot and triumphantly stepped over a nearly invisible red line drawn on the ground with brick dust.

This was the last "boundary" that Yan Sen had created by scraping his heels while running.

The moment the golden centipede's foot touched the ground, he suddenly felt as if the ground beneath his feet had tilted.

It's not an illusion!

His body lurched uncontrollably to the left, and he stumbled, nearly plunging headfirst into a pile of rusty, upright steel bars.

"Hmm?" The golden centipede steadied itself and frowned.

Was the ground uneven? Or did I slip because I used too much force?

He didn't think much of it, treating it as an accident.

He raised his head, his gaze turning sinister as he looked towards the second floor. He had already heard the flying centipede return empty-handed. He planned to deal with Yan Que first, then go up and capture that brat for a good beating.

But the moment he looked up, he froze.

He saw the six-year-old child lying quietly by the railing on the second floor, watching him.

There was no fear on the child's face; in his clear black and white eyes was a calm that was almost indifferent and incomprehensible to him.

Then, the child made a "shh" gesture to him, tilted his head, and silently said a few words to him in an innocent yet cruel tone.

The golden centipede understood his lip movements.

He said:

"Uncle, don't move."

"You've stepped on a landmine."