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

late at night.

The open-air food stalls next to the snack street.

The makeshift plastic sheet roof rattled under the fan, charcoal fire licked at the sizzling lamb skewers, and the aroma of cumin and chili powder forcefully filled the nostrils, effectively diluting the bloody smell of the earlier battle in the forest.

Three people with completely different styles sat around a somewhat greasy folding square table.

A young man dressed in overalls who looked like a college student; a girl with her hair in a ponytail, expressionless but holding a milk tea tightly in her hand; and a man wearing glasses and sportswear who looked refined but was meticulously wiping his fingers with a wet wipe.

"So Brother Xiao has been working as a bounty hunter since he came down from the mountain."

Yan Sen held two skewers of meat in his hand, eating with gusto and his mouth was full of oil. His tone was so intimate that it was as if the person sitting opposite him was not the pervert who had just been fighting to the death, but his long-lost older brother.

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the dim yellow light of the food stall, making it impossible to see his eyes.

He was clearly still adjusting to the shift from "hunting time" to "brotherly affection".

"Xiao Yan, isn't your attitude changing a bit too quickly?"

Xiao Zizai's voice was gentle, exuding an intellectual elegance. "You were telling me to lie down just now, and now you're calling me 'brother'? Or... why don't you take a break? I don't mind if you continue to be hostile towards me."

"Hey! Brother Xiao, you're being too polite!"

Yan Sen slammed the skewer in his hand on the table, leaned forward, and looked heartbroken.

"When I visited Lingyin Temple, Master Jiekong treated me incredibly well, like a grandson! What do you call that? You call it fate! You call that family!!"

Yan Sen said this without batting an eye, completely ignoring the truth that Master Jiekong had simply given him a vegetarian meal to send him away after learning that he wanted to inquire about the events of the Jia Shen year.

He shifted his position with a sly grin and put his arm around Xiao Zizai's shoulder.

"If I had known earlier that you were Master Baojing, let alone one slap, even if you had slapped me twice more, even if it had caused me internal injuries, I would have said 'Well done!' In terms of seniority, you are my elder. What is this called? This is called the affection of an elder for a junior!"

Xiao Zizai's lips twitched slightly.

He has lived for decades, spending the first thirty years chanting sutras in a temple, and in recent years he has been killing people like flies. If nothing unexpected happens, this situation will continue indefinitely.

He has seen all sorts of people.

But he had never seen anyone like this before... someone who took shamelessness to such a refreshing and unconventional level.

"Come on, Brother Xiao, let me toast you! It's all in the liquor... oh wait, I mean, it's all in the cola!"

Yan Sen raised the can of cold cola in his hand and, without saying a word, clinked it against the can in front of Xiao Zizai.

"Bang."

A crisp sound.

Xiao Zizai is a meticulous person. He doesn't drink alcohol because he's afraid of losing control of his inner beast.

Yan Sen obviously knew this too, so he ordered a Coke.

This detail made Xiao Zizai relax a lot.

Just then, Chen Duo, who was standing to the side, suddenly puffed out her cheeks.

The girl's large, bright green eyes darted back and forth between Yan Sen and Xiao Zizai, finally settling on the soda can that Yan Sen was holding up.

She felt ignored by Brother Sen.

So, Chen Duo silently raised the cup of milk tea she hadn't finished, stretched out her arm with some effort, and managed to bring the cup between the two of them.

"bump."

Chen Duo said softly, her face full of determination.

Yan Sen paused for a moment, then chuckled, and quickly tapped the plastic cup lightly against the Coke can: "Come on, let's clink glasses. Have you forgotten that our Duo'er is an adult too?"

"Tsk, Xiao Yan, you...you always hit people where it hurts, and you're so cunning."

Xiao Zizai shook his head helplessly, picked up the cola and took a sip. The icy liquid slid down his throat, suppressing the surging heat in his body.

He didn't bring up the matter of asking Yan Sen to change his form of address again. He had already experienced firsthand how shameless this kid was.

"but......"

Xiao Zizai put down his cola, his tone becoming serious again, "Since you know my background, you should know that I am a... patient, and a very serious one at that, incurable. You should stay away from me."

"What's wrong with the patient? Everyone has some kind of ailment, right?"

Yan Sen waved his hand dismissively, grabbed a handful of roasted chives, and mumbled something while eating.

"Speaking of which, Brother Xiao, this isn't a long-term solution. Two in Tianjin, one in Beijing, three in Shanghai, and now this unlucky guy... In just two months, you've already eliminated seven targets for the company."

Yan Sen stretched out his greasy fingers and counted, then looked at Xiao Zizai with a serious expression.

"It's just that we ran into Duo'er today. If we had run into anyone else, this would have been very difficult to handle. The company has actually been paying attention to you for a while and is investigating who this 'hitman who specializes in killing the most heinous criminals' is."

Xiao Zizai remained silent.

He knew Yan Sen was telling the truth. When he was hunting, he was like a lone wolf; once he had his sights set, he would never let go.

Although I clean it very thoroughly each time, I always leave traces whenever I touch it.

As the administrator of the supernatural world, Na Du Tong cannot tolerate an uncontrollable powerhouse hunting supernatural beings at will, even if he kills villains.

"How about... Brother Xiao, you just join the company?" Yan Sen revealed his true intentions, swallowing the last bite of chives, his eyes gleaming with a sly light. "Besides the basic salary for missions, there are bonuses, and all the social insurance and housing fund benefits."

"Join the company?"

Xiao Zizai chuckled and waved his hand, his glasses concealing a hint of self-mockery in his eyes.

"Forget it... I'm not suited for this. I heard that when the company doesn't have sales targets, we're responsible for delivering packages and sorting parcels. Do you think... someone like me could be a package delivery person?"

Xiao Zizai raised his hand, looking at his hands that had been stained with blood countless times.

"Furthermore, I doubt the company would want someone like me who could easily spiral out of control. If I were to impulsively kill a client one day, who would take responsibility?"

He had considered being recruited by the government before, and Master Jiekong had also had this idea, but in the end he gave up.

He didn't want to cause trouble for others, and he didn't want to be bound by those rules and regulations, ultimately becoming a mad dog locked in a cage.

"Hey! Who told you to be a regular employee? That would be the biggest insult to your skills, Brother Xiao!"

Yan Sen slapped his thigh, his voice suddenly rising, drawing the attention of diners at several nearby tables.

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and a mysterious smile appeared on his handsome face. His eyes looked Xiao Zizai up and down, making Xiao Zizai feel very uncomfortable.

"Besides, it's not that I'm underestimating you, Brother Xiao, but you? You're considered a dangerous person?"

"Um?"

Xiao Zizai raised an eyebrow, feeling that he had been provoked.

Yan Sen pointed to Chen Duo, who was intently working on a grilled chicken wing beside him.

"Let me introduce you. This is Chen Duo, the former Gu-body Saint Child of the Medicine Immortal Society. When I found her, every pore on her body could spew out lethal doses of primal Gu poison. One breath from her could kill a whole train carload of ordinary people."

Upon hearing Yan Sen introduce himself, Chen Duo immediately raised her chin proudly.

She no longer felt sad about her past. On the contrary, if she hadn't had those experiences, she wouldn't have met her loving father, Liao, who doted on her and indulged her in almost everything, nor would she have met Brother Sen.

"See?" Yan Sen spread his hands. "Our Duo'er is still working at the company. Although I have always had reservations about the company employing child laborers, this is enough to show that... the company's tolerance for 'talent' is quite high."

Xiao Zizai looked at the seemingly harmless little girl in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The Gu-body Saint Child... This title is quite famous even within the established circles of the supernatural world.

The company dares to accept even this?

"I've heard a little about it. So, Xiaoyan, do you mean... the company has other positions?"

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses and leaned forward slightly, clearly intrigued.

The fish has taken the bait.

Yan Sen's lips curled into a knowing smile.

"Are you aware of... the temporary worker system?"

As soon as he uttered those words, Yan Sen's voice became deep and seductive.

It's like a devil from hell is tempting mortals to sign a contract with him.

"Unlike regular employees, temporary workers... report directly to the regional heads, have no other leaders, no official positions, no personnel files, and are paid quite a lot."

Yan Sen held up one finger and shook it.

"As for the tasks of temporary workers, they are usually to handle some dangerous, tricky, and shady jobs. The targets are often the evil people of Quanxing, escaped convicts, or those who have committed heinous crimes but cannot be tried through normal procedures for various reasons."

At this point, Yan Sen paused deliberately, observing Xiao Zizai's expression.

Sure enough, Xiao Zizai's breathing quickened slightly, and his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, began to glow faintly.

"And..." Yan Sen threw out his final trump card.

"In the course of carrying out such special missions, due to the target's excessive resistance or the overly complex environment..." Yan Sen chuckled lightly, "accidental killings are also common. The company even has specific 'loss targets'."

"Oh... um..."

Xiao Zizai took a deep breath and gripped his trouser legs with his hands on his knees.

"Xiao Yan... could you... tell me more..."

Xiao Zizai was tempted.

You could even say... my heart is pounding!

Without other leaders, you won't be overly constrained at work, you won't have to listen to those endless platitudes, and you only need to be responsible to one person.

Not having a formal position means you won't have much exposure, and you can continue to live in the shadows, enjoying that solitude and freedom.

Dangerous mission, lucrative salary, heinous crime... These three words, when combined, automatically translated in Xiao Zizai's mind into:

There's an endless feast here!

And they're all hearty dishes!

Killing weaklings wouldn't fill his stomach at all right now.

Only the thrill of tearing apart a vicious and powerful opponent can slightly soothe his inner hunger.

Most importantly—the false positive indicator.

For Xiao Zizai, these four words were like heavenly music!

This means that he can legally, compliantly, and even be encouraged to unleash the beast within him!

This job is practically tailor-made for me!

As Yan Sen continued his introduction, Xiao Zizai's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his long-suppressed desire surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

Finally, he even lost control of himself, his eyes glowing red and his breathing becoming heavy like that of a drug addict about to have an attack.

He suddenly grabbed Yan Sen's wrist with astonishing strength.

"Xiao Yan! When can I apply?! Can I start working right away?!"

Yan Sen cursed inwardly at the pervert's incredible strength, but his face beamed with a smile.

"Of course, Brother Xiao! Your qualifications are absolutely top-notch!"

Yan Sen took out his phone, his fingers quickly swiping across the screen until he found the number with the extremely bizarre nickname.

"Here, this is the contact information for Liao Zhong, the head of the South China region. Please save it."

Yan Sen handed over the phone, and a line of large characters was displayed on the screen: "[True Lord of Kidney Deficiency in South China]".

Xiao Zizai paused for a moment, looked at the note, and his lips twitched again.

"This...this is the name of the person in charge?"

"Ahem, this is a code name, a code name."

Yan Sen took the phone back without changing his expression.

"Never mind, Duo'er and I will go with you tomorrow. We'll go directly to his office and talk to him face to face."

"And one more thing, Brother Xiao," Yan Sen instructed solemnly.

"When you meet him again, don't be so formal. Just tell him directly: 'I want to do temporary work, give me a chance.' Uncle Liao is a straightforward person; he likes people who are direct."

"...Okay." Xiao Zizai nodded solemnly.

He knew, of course, that Yan Sen had his own purposes, and that there might even be an element of scheming against him, such as cultivating his own power base, or simply finding a thug for that Liao Zhong.

However, it's nothing serious.

As long as Yan Sen is telling the truth, and as long as that "temporary worker" position really allows him to "eat meat" (profit/benefits).

He was also willing to cooperate with Yan Sen's little scheme.

"Xiao Yan, thank you."

Xiao Zizai stood up, ignoring the noisy atmosphere of the food stall, straightened his collar, and bowed deeply to Yan Sen and Chen Duo.

"And thank you, Ms. Chen Duo. I really enjoyed the meal."

Yan Sen waved his hand, a smile flashing in his eyes as he looked at the man who seemed out of place even amidst the bustling night market.

"Don't mention it, from now on we'll be brothers stirring the same pot together."

"Boss! Ten more sets of oysters!"

"Okay!"

The three ate and chatted, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious. The night breeze blew by, sweeping away the heat and leaving only comfort.