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

After breakfast, Yan Sen and the others kept their room doors tightly shut; there were new 'visitors' in the room.

Xu Si, Zhang Lingyu, Xia He, Feng Baobao, and Zhao Guochong and his son sat in a circle around the long table where they ate, listening to Yan Sen explain how to deal with the mastermind behind the scenes.

Yan Sen sat in the head seat, twirling a pen in his hand, with a floor plan of the villa spread out in front of him.

"Um, fellow actors, let's go over the script."

Yan Sen tapped the table, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "The play we're about to put on is called 'The Shocking Change in a Wealthy Family: The Night of the Enchantress's Massacre.' Its core theme can be summed up in one word—tragic."

"Since that little rat from the Five Witches Sect has left 'eyes' in the villa, let's put on a show for him."

Yan Sen pointed to several points on the floor plan.

"First of all, Chairman Zhao, please clear the house. We have regulations that prohibit unrelated personnel from being involved in the operation, and there are too many people at home, making it easy for extras to be exposed."

Zhao Guochong was a straightforward person. After listening to Yan Sen's analysis, he picked up the phone and called the housekeeper in without saying a word.

"Old Li, pass on my message!"

Boss Zhao's face, full of menacing features, twitched, exuding an air of dominance. "Besides my driver, Lao Zhou, everyone in the household—the cook, the sweeper, the lawnmower, and even you, the manager—is getting three days off! Each person gets a five-thousand-yuan bonus! Paid leave!"

The butler was taken aback, then overjoyed: "Chairman Zhao is so generous! Thank you, Chairman Zhao!"

"Wait a minute," Yan Sen interrupted. "Chairman Zhao, we need to have them sign a confidentiality agreement. Just say that the second young master has contracted a strange illness, and we're afraid that if it gets out, it will affect the Zhao family's reputation. Anyone who dares to gossip will have their bonus taken back, and they'll be held legally responsible."

Zhao Mingde adjusted his glasses and immediately understood: "I understand. I'll go print out the contract right away. The legal department has a ready-made template."

The power of money is boundless.

In less than half an hour, the entire Zhao family manor, except for a few key individuals, was completely deserted, as if it had been swept away by a typhoon.

Just kidding, these days, who would turn down money? Sign a document, shut up, take the money and go have fun for three days, only a fool wouldn't do that.

"Is this alright, little master?"

Looking at the empty courtyard, Zhao Guochong felt a little uneasy.

"That's fine, Chairman Zhao."

Yan Sen stood up, walked to the window, slightly opened the curtains, looked at the seemingly peaceful garden outside, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Now, everyone, please take charge of your respective roles. Lighting, sound, cameras... although we don't have any of those, you all still need to perform well in this grand production."

The first day was calm and peaceful.

At least that's how it appears on the surface.

Around 2 a.m., Xia He, following the script assigned to her by Yan Sen, wore the burgundy nightgown and went barefoot, appearing like a ghost in the corridor, garden, and even on the roof.

She would sometimes stop to observe the location of the surveillance cameras, sometimes lean against the windows of the Zhao family to listen for any sounds, and even pretend to make some marks at several key points.

This was, of course, a performance for the "eye" in the shadows.

Since the Five Witches Sect successor, hiding in the shadows, was able to extend his reach into the Zhao family with impunity, he must have had a backup plan in mind.

Xia He's current actions are telling the other party: I've got my eye on this place, and I'm about to do something big.

"yawn......"

At three in the morning, Xia He huddled in Yan Sen's room, yawning wildly without any regard for her image, and looked at Yan Sen with a resentful expression as he was energetically and pretentiously drawing storyboards on paper.

"Director Yan, isn't that enough? I've circled around eight hundred times already, my legs are practically skinny. Does that bastard even see anything?"

Xia He rubbed her ankle and couldn't help but complain, "Can you give this kind of bad guy role to someone else next time? I want to play an innocent little white flower or something, even a corpse would be fine, this is too tiring."

"The capable should do more, Xiangxiang."

Yan Sen didn't even look up, his pen scratching on the paper. "Look at all these people in the room. Besides you, who else has that 'beauty that could topple a nation and bring ruin to the country' villainous vixen aura? That's a gift from God, something others can only envy."

"Thank you!" Xia He rolled her eyes, but didn't mind Yan Sen calling her Xiangxiang.

"Oh, right."

Yan Sen put down his pen, picked up the messy storyboard, and turned to look at Zhang Lingyu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating. "Xiaoyu, your scenes will be slightly different tomorrow."

Zhang Lingyu slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clear yet tinged with confusion: "Change? Wasn't the plan to have me discover the clues, then angrily rebuke the demoness, and finally be ambushed and severely injured?"

Zhang Lingyu spent a long time preparing mentally for this play, and even rehearsed his lines in his mind several times.

"That's the plan, that's correct."

Yan Sen sighed, his face full of disappointment. "But... I just had you try out the scene. I won't say anything, you tell me yourself, what did you think of the result?"

Zhang Lingyu blushed and stammered, "I think... it's alright, it's just... it's just that I can't quite bring myself to say the swear words."

"Come on, Master Lingyu, you call this 'okay'?" Xu Si added from the side, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He mimicked Zhang Lingyu's earlier gesture, making an exaggerated movement, and then laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

"No offense, bro, but you're just not cut out for this. That wasn't an angry rebuke of a vixen; it was more like playing hard to get! Your eyes were darting around, your tone was stiff, and you were trembling. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were confessing your feelings to a vixen and getting rejected! It was so fake! Absolutely obviously fake!"

"I..." Zhang Lingyu was so ashamed and indignant that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He had already gone all out and abandoned all pretense of shame, but he never expected that hard work would ultimately be no match for talent. How could he possibly compete with this room full of drama queens?

So that's why.

Yan Sen patted Zhang Lingyu on the shoulder and said earnestly, "For the sake of the quality of our play, and to prevent that guy from spotting our flaws, the directing team—that is, my fourth brother and I—have decided to replace you."

"Change...change her off?" Zhang Lingyu was taken aback. "Then who should play?"

"Of course it's me!" Yan Sen pointed to his nose, a righteous expression on his face. "Who else but me could handle this grueling job of being ambushed in the arms of a beautiful woman and then collapsing screaming in agony? If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"cut--"

A chorus of boos erupted from inside the room.

Even Feng Baobao, who was munching on an apple, stopped what she was doing, stared at Yan Sen with those dead fish eyes that seemed to see through everything, and muttered under her breath, "You blockhead, you just want to take advantage of Xiangxiang."

"Ahem! Slander! This is slander!" Yan Sen said calmly and righteously, "This is dedication to art! Don't you understand? Art!"

Looking at this group of lively characters, Xia He felt much of the fatigue from staying up all night dissipate.

Looking at Yan Sen's smug expression, as if he had gotten the better deal but was still acting innocent, she smiled slightly, a curve she herself didn't even realize.

Fine.

If it were you... it wouldn't be impossible for you to take advantage of me a little.

"Alright, meeting adjourned!" Yan Sen waved his hand. "Go back to sleep! Get plenty of rest! Tomorrow, let's witness the birth of the Best Actor!"

The next day was cloudy and foggy.

The weather seemed to be perfectly suited to today's script; the entire Zhao family manor was shrouded in a hazy mist, making it feel particularly oppressive.

The plan begins, and the show is about to start.

"Let's do it!"

At Yan Sen's command through the earpiece, Xia He moved.

She moved with lightning speed, appearing instantly behind bodyguard Lao Zhou, and lightly slashed Lao Zhou's neck with a chop.

Old Zhou cooperated by letting out a muffled groan and crashing to the ground like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar falling, even twitching twice with remarkable professionalism.

Once you've secured the strongest fighting force, the rest will be easy.

Xia He moved as if she were in an empty room, holding a gleaming dagger in her hand—of course, the kind of toy knife whose blade retracts when pressed down—and went straight up to the second floor.

The Zhao family was sitting on the sofa pretending to drink tea. Their bodies were stiff, their eyes were wandering, and their acting was so bad that it was unbearable to watch.

When they saw Xia He come in with a knife, the family of three were terrified.

"No! Don't kill me! All my money is in the cabinet!" Zhao Guochong's acting was exaggerated. He stared with wide eyes and shouted while backing away in an extremely affected manner.

"Pfft!"

Xia He stabbed Zhao Guochong expressionlessly, and casually popped the blood pack hidden in his clothes.

Bright red "blood" gushed out instantly, staining Zhao Guochong's expensive silk pajamas.

Zhao Guochong tilted his head to the side, sticking out half of his tongue.

"Ugh... I'm doomed..."

Zhao Guochong swayed, kicked his legs, and fell onto the sofa, sticking out half of his tongue. He even adjusted his posture to make himself look like he died more peacefully.

Xia He's lips twitched slightly, but she forced herself to suppress a laugh and continued harvesting.

Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Mingde were "murdered" one after another. The whole family lay neatly in the living room, with blood flowing like a river. The scene was extremely tragic.

After doing all this, Xia He wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead and moved the family's "corpses" into a storage room that had been prepared in advance.

"Hurry up! This blood plasma is specially made; it's hard to wash off if it's left out for too long!" Yan Sen muttered softly into his earpiece.

"Stop talking nonsense, you lazybones!" Xia He scolded softly, annoyed. "If you rush me again, believe me, your sister will really beat you up!"