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

All roads lead to the South China region, including the underground training ground.

The air was filled with a faint, pungent aroma of liniment.

The infirmary was bustling with people coming and going on stretchers.

Liao Zhong stood behind the glass window, the cigarette between his fingers burned down to the filter, a long ash hanging precariously, just like his heart suspended in mid-air.

Inside the training ground, the once-hard alloy floor looked as if it had been bombed, with dents and handprints everywhere.

Two field teams, which usually specialize in capturing and escorting superhumans, a total of sixteen skilled individuals, were now lying haphazardly on the ground.

Some were groaning, some were pretending to be dead, and some had already rolled their eyes back as the arriving medical team carried them onto stretchers.

In the very center of this mess, a man named Xiao Zizai was slowly taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiping the fog off his glasses.

His dark green tracksuit didn't even have many wrinkles.

"Mr. Liao."

Xiao Zizai put his glasses back on, turned around, and looked at Liao Zhong through the bulletproof glass, a slightly apologetic yet somewhat lingering smile on his face.

"Does this mean I... passed the interview?"

Liao Zhong's hand trembled, and cigarette ash fell onto his leather shoes.

He swallowed hard, turned to look at Yan Sen beside him, and his lips twitched wildly.

The kid's face was smug, his eyes practically saying, "How about that? The employee I hired for you, isn't he awesome?"

"Yan, tell your uncle the truth...where did you find this person?"

"...Duo'er and I were picking them in the woods."

"What are you talking about? I didn't understand."

......

And so, on this day, Nadotong's South China region welcomed an extraordinary new member.

On this very day, the HR department of the South China region received the largest number of sick leave applications this year – all members of two field teams were on leave due to “work-related injuries”, with no return date set.

The already understaffed South China region has been dealt an even worse blow.

Left with no other choice, Liao Zhong had to bite the bullet and play the game of getting on the train first and buying the ticket later.

Before the headquarters had even approved the paperwork, Xiao Zizai was immediately put on the job to fill the significant staffing vacancy.

The good news is that Xiao Zizai is indeed quite reliable.

It could even be said to be too reliable.

He displayed a work enthusiasm that would put all other office workers to shame as soon as he started his job.

No complaints, no delays, and not even overtime pay. Just tell him what the task is and give him a goal, and he can finish it for you within 24 hours without sleep.

This guy single-handedly completed all eight tasks, which originally belonged to two field teams and involved either arrests or escorts, in just three days.

On the way back, he even helped the police in the neighboring city apprehend a wanted criminal on the run.

The efficiency was so high that Liao Zhong couldn't stop smiling when he read the briefings every day.

But the bad news is...

"Snapped!"

Liao Zhong slammed a latest mission report on the table, his face full of worry as he grabbed at his already thinning hair.

"I can't live like this anymore!"

Yan Sen was sitting on the sofa peeling oranges for Chen Duo, who was packing her luggage, and didn't even look up when he heard this.

"What's wrong, Uncle Liao? Isn't this great? With Brother Xiao around, your work efficiency has skyrocketed! Isn't it much better than Old Li's before?"

"What you said is true, but the key point is that in addition to work efficiency, other efficiencies have also skyrocketed."

Liao Zhong pointed to a line of red text on the report, gritting his teeth, "Five days! Just five days!"

"The higher-ups allocated us a month's worth of 'accidental kill loss quota'... and he used it all up in just five days!"

"What about the remaining twenty-five days? Huh? Send him to deliver packages to customers? Isn't that a waste of his talent?"

Yan Sen stuffed the peeled orange into Chen Duo's mouth and couldn't help but laugh.

"The capable should do more, right? Besides, those scum are just dead, so what? It saves the country food. If you're really worried about not having enough quotas, you can ask Boss Zhao for one, or..." Yan Sen grinned mischievously, "Let Brother Xiao take a vacation."

"take a vacation?"

Just then, Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses as he entered. Behind the lenses, a hint of confusion and resistance flashed in his usually refined eyes.

"What kind of vacation? Why do you need to take a vacation?"

Xiao Zizai was also carrying a bowl of congee he had just bought, which was for Chen Duo.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down, his tone so serious it was as if he were discussing some academic issue.

"I finally found a job where I can legally kill animals, get paid, and even accumulate merit... I haven't even enjoyed it for a few days yet, why should I get a vacation?"

"I'm not tired, I can keep going."

Liao Zhong: "..."

Yan Sen: "ദ്ദി˶•̀֊＜)✧"

Seeing Liao Zhong's constipated expression—a mixture of pain and pleasure, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time—Yan Sen knew that the situation in South China had completely stabilized.

With Xiao Zi, such a powerful figure, keeping things under control, as long as he doesn't go crazy or act recklessly, the South China region will remain a forbidden zone for those Quanxing demons and criminals for a long time to come.

For Chen Duo, this is even better news.

With Xiao Zizai taking the lead and doing the hard work, the company's need for "new temporary workers" was naturally not so urgent.

At least until Xiao Zizai has already broken all the targets for next month and the month after, no one will think of sending a young girl to the front lines.

"Uncle Liao, there's nothing else for me to do here for now, so I'll be leaving."

Yan Sen stood up, patted his butt, and pulled a plane ticket out of his pocket.

"I've already bought my plane ticket, I'm leaving this afternoon."

Chen Duo stopped what she was doing and put the neatly folded school uniform into the box.

She raised her head, her bright green eyes looking at Yan Sen with a hint of reluctance in them.

"Brother Sen, are you leaving?"

"Okay, I have to go."

Yan Sen tossed the last segment of orange into his mouth and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Guangzhou is too hot and humid, not a good place for me. Besides, I'm not the kind of person who can stay idle."

"Then... I won't see you off." Chen Duo lowered her head, her voice muffled. "Dad Liao said that Uncle Xiao is going to raid an underground boxing ring tonight and wants me to go along and observe."

"Go on, go on, learn more from Brother Xiao." Yan Sen patted Chen Duo's head. "Learn how to kill, and also learn how to control your murderous intent. This is a very important lesson for you."

"Mmm." Chen Duo nodded vigorously.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Liao Zhong scratched the back of his head and flicked away a fly that had landed on his head.

"I haven't had a chance to eat at home yet."

"I have to be in a hurry. My phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from North China these past two days."

Yan Sen stood up and stretched.

"North China?" Liao Zhong was taken aback. "Is Master Xu looking for you?"

"It's his youngest son, Xu Si." Yan Sen sighed, looking disgusted. "This guy is like a death knell, calling eight times a day. If I don't go soon, he'll probably just stick my phone number on a telephone pole with something like 'Seeking a son for a large sum of money' or something."

"Tsk, it's him. You two are on good terms, aren't you? This guy is shameless too. Getting you two together probably won't be easy."

Liao Zhong seemed thoughtful. "Be careful. The capital is a dangerous place. Don't let yourself get caught up in something unexpected."

"Don't worry, Uncle Liao, I'm not someone to be trifled with either."

......

After leaving the company building, Yan Sen did not go directly to the airport. Instead, he found a secluded corner and dialed Xu Si's number.

"Beep—beep—"

The phone was answered after only one ring, and Xu Si's signature lazy voice immediately came through the receiver, carrying a strong sense of resentment.

"Oh my goodness! You finally answered the phone! I thought you were having such a good time in Guangzhou, preparing to marry into Liao Zhong's family!"

"Get lost! Duo'er's only 13. How vulgar are you?" Yan Sen found a comfortable position and leaned against the wall. "Old Xu, let's get this straight. I can go, but this time, you need to tell me the truth. What exactly happened?"

"This matter... it's a bit strange." Xu Si put away his joking tone and lowered his voice a few decibels. "As you know, although our company deals with matters concerning the supernatural, we can't sever our ties with the secular world. The one who came to us this time is Zhao Guochong, the chairman of Daheng Group."

"Zhao Guochong?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow.

He knows that name well.

Although he's not from the supernatural world, in the world of ordinary people, he's a well-known God of Wealth.

They've tried everything – real estate, the internet, new energy – and succeeded at everything.

He is now a regular on the Forbes rich list, on par with Wang Weiguo of Zhonghai, and is a true financial tycoon.

"What happened to him? Is he being watched?"

"If that's the case, it's easy to handle. I'll just have Bao Bao take a shovel and bury all those people who are watching him, and that'll be the end of it."

"The one who got into trouble was his second son, Zhao Minghai. This kid has been acting strangely lately, like he's been possessed by something. Apparently, whenever he sees his family, especially his father who's the chairman of the board, his eyes turn red, and he'll try to stab them with anything he has in his hand."

"Then why are you looking for me? Just send her to a mental hospital."

"They sent it, why didn't they send it? The best psychiatrists in Yanjing consulted three times, and the conclusion was—his brain function is completely normal, his logical thinking is clear, and apart from wanting to kill his whole family, this kid is more normal than anyone else."

Xu Si said helplessly, "In the end, his bodyguard, who was also in the industry, couldn't hold back any longer and secretly contacted us."

"As you know, wealthy people of this caliber are most afraid of death and believe in fate. That's why they came to the company for help. My husband and I dressed up as geomancers to check, and we didn't find anything obvious, nor did we see him being haunted by spirits."

"But that kid was just acting strange. Every night, he'd start sharpening his knives at his parents. Eventually, we were at our wits' end, so we had to tell them it was a problem with the ancestral grave's feng shui. You're the most knowledgeable person about this among my friends, who else could we turn to?"

"Hey, I know you're busy, but please, please help me, please help me!"

Xu Si's tone was extremely humble, and the sense of helplessness could be felt through the phone.

"Tsk... Hysteria with no identifiable cause? And it happens at fixed times?" Yan Sen stroked his chin, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

That sounds interesting.

"Okay, I can go take a look. But like I said, I can't guarantee I can solve it."

Yan Sen finally relented.

"Great! Great! Absolutely! Brother Wood is so loyal! Brother Wood is awesome! Brother Wood is invincible!" Xu Si instantly perked up, showering him with flattery. "When will you arrive? I'll send a car to pick you up!"

"Hmm... the day after tomorrow then." Yan Sen thought for a moment.

"The day after tomorrow? Can't we do it today or tomorrow?" Xu Si asked anxiously. "This is really urgent."

"There's no use in rushing." Yan Sen glanced at the time on his phone and a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"I need to go back to Longhu Mountain first. To pick up some things, and while I'm at it..."

Yan Sen paused, his tone somewhat casual.

"Buy one get one free, and I'll bring you another laborer."

"A laborer? Who's that?" Xu Si asked curiously. "Don't charge too much for the appearance fee, my dad won't pay."

"Money doesn't matter."

Yan Sen grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth, and spoke in a light and airy tone.

"The main purpose was to invite someone, specifically my great-grandfather's last disciple."

Xu Si on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, then burst out with a deafening "Holy crap!"

"Zhang Lingyu? That hothead who's become famous in the world of supernatural beings these past few years?"

"What, is that not allowed? His major is relevant, and he's been quite free lately, so it's a good opportunity to put him to the test."

Yan Sen hung up the phone, looked in the direction of the airport in the distance, and almost burst out laughing.

Xiaoyu, oh Xiaoyu.

I've let you hide in the mountains for so long, now... let's see where you can run to this time.