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

After Xia He finished setting up the venue, the real highlight finally arrived.

Two o'clock in the afternoon, in the villa lobby.

Yan Sen stood on the second-floor railing, looking at the pink figure below. He took a deep breath, focused his energy, and shouted:

"Witch! So it was you! I knew you were up to no good!"

This shout was full of energy and emotion, even carrying three parts shock, three parts anger and four parts disbelief.

Xia He downstairs trembled and slowly turned around. She had changed into a black bodysuit that accentuated her devilish figure, and there were a few drops of fake blood on her face, making her look both alluring and dangerous.

"Heh, you found out?"

Xia He sneered, her voice icy, "Now that you've been discovered, you can't be allowed to live!"

"Hmph! You want to kill me? Not so easy!"

Yan Sen leaped from the second floor with a graceful movement, landing silently. "Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven!"

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

Of course, it was a fake fight.

But to outsiders—or rather, to those watching the surveillance cameras—it appeared to be a deadly battle, with each move potentially fatal.

Although Yan Sen's Golden Light Spell lacked a sense of weight, it still looked sturdy; Xia He's movements were ghostly, and her palm strikes were fierce.

Ping pong!

The vase shattered, the table was overturned, and even the huge crystal chandelier was "accidentally" knocked down and exploded.

"Impressive skills!" Yan Sen winked at Xia He as he fought—that's enough, time to unleash your ultimate move!

Xia He understood immediately.

Just as the two passed each other, a sly glint flashed in Xia He's eyes. She suddenly dropped her defenses and, as if boneless, threw herself into Yan Sen's arms.

"Huh?" Yan Sen was stunned. Before he could react, he felt two soft arms tightly wrap around his neck, and a beautiful face pressed against him.

From the perspective of the surveillance footage, it looked as if Xia He had used a strange contortionist technique to lock Yan Sen in place.

"Pfft!"

Xia He plunged the retractable dagger in her hand into Yan Sen's waist—where a huge blood pack was hidden.

"Ah—!!" Yan Sen let out a shrill scream. His body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened, and his face was filled with disbelief.

He looked down at the dagger embedded in his body, then at Xia He who was standing right next to him.

Fresh blood slowly trickled down the corner of his mouth.

He was completely exhausted and collapsed limply into Xia He's arms, his eyes unfocused, his finger trembling as he pointed at her: "You...you're so cruel..."

Xia He lowered her head, her long hair obscuring her face. To outsiders, it appeared she was confirming the death of her prey, but in reality, she was whispering in Yan Sen's ear.

"I told you to let me dribble the ball before! Now I'll poke your kidneys, are you scared?"

But only she knew how fast her heart was beating at that moment.

Yan Sen rolled his eyes, his lips barely moving as he retorted in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Sister Xia... to be honest... your figure... is really nice... so supple..."

Xia He: "..."

Two blushes instantly rose on her originally cold and ruthless face.

That bastard! He got the benefit and then acted innocent!

"Go to hell!"

Xia He gritted her teeth and, taking advantage of the action of placing the corpse down, pinched Yan Sen's inner thigh hard, even with a twisting motion.

"hiss--!"

Yan Sen's corpse twitched violently, almost coming back to life on the spot.

With Yan Sen's "death," the drama reached its climax.

The last few actors then appeared on stage.

"wood!!"

"Wooden Head! Wooden Head, what's wrong with you?! Witch! You killed him?!"

A heart-wrenching roar came from the second floor.

Xu Si, his eyes bloodshot and holding a dagger, charged down like a madman.

Behind him, Feng Baobao held her knife in her hand. Although her face was expressionless, the aura of wanting to chop people to pieces was genuine.

"I...I'm going to kill you! Kill you!" Feng Baobao brandished the kitchen knife, looking fierce and menacing, but every slash missed the air. One slash was even too forceful and almost hit Xu Si's buttocks.

"Oh my god! Baby, watch your aim!" Xu Si broke out in a cold sweat, but still had to play along, "Witch! Prepare to die!"

Zhang Lingyu also joined the fray. Although his acting skills were lacking, his Yang Wu Lei special effects were quite impressive. With a series of crackling sounds, he knocked down the chandelier in the living room.

"Hmph, a bunch of useless trash!"

Xia He sneered, her figure moving like a ghost among the three. She appeared to be surrounded and overwhelmed, but in reality, she was handling the situation with ease.

Just as the actors were locked in a fierce battle of wits, Yan Sen, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse, quietly moved his fingers.

"Snapped!"

A crisp snap of fingers rang out amidst the chaos.

This was the signal that Yan Sen and the others had agreed upon.

Upon receiving the signal, Xia He's eyes immediately sharpened, and she abruptly stopped, ceasing her evasion.

She spread her arms wide, looked up at the sky and roared, as if something inside her had gone out of control.

"ah--!!"

At her scream, the "golden amber balls" that Yan Sen had hidden in the corner and on the bodies of the others shattered simultaneously in that instant.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!"

A thick, visible pink mist instantly enveloped the entire hall.

"Oh no! It's her poison gas!" Xu Si exclaimed, covering his mouth and nose.

But this "poisonous gas" was everywhere, and it instantly seeped into everyone's seven orifices.

"Uh...I...I have no strength left..." Xu Si was the first to collapse, his body limp, his eyes glazed over, looking as if he had been drugged.

Both Zhang Lingyu and Xu Si had the spleen-earth qi planted by Yan Sen in advance to protect their bodies, so they were fine. However, Zhang Lingyu was also an honest boy. When he saw Xu Si fall, he quickly covered his chest, staggered a few steps, and knelt on one knee.

"Despicable..." Zhang Lingyu finished her line through gritted teeth, then her head lolled to the side and she fainted.

The most amazing one was Feng Baobao. This girl was originally unaffected by the fall, but when she saw everyone around her fall, she froze for two seconds, and then seemed to remember something.

"Oh, I should go down too."

Feng Baobao threw the kitchen knife on the ground and fell straight backward.

"Bang!"

Landing on the back of the head, it sounds painful.

But after she fell down, she didn't stay still. Feeling an itch in her butt, she actually reached out and scratched it in front of the "camera," then rolled over and found a comfortable position to stay still.

Lying not far away, Xu Si's lips twitched violently as he roared inwardly: "Big sister! Can't you be a little more professional?! This is a murder scene, not our bedside!"

In just a few minutes, apart from Xia He, who was standing in the center of the pink mist and panting heavily, there was no one else standing in the hall of the Zhao family villa.

The ground was littered with "corpses," blood flowed like a river, and a mist of powder swirled around.

The scene looked like a runaway massacre, full of evil and chaotic beauty.

Xia He stood still, her chest heaving violently.

This wasn't an act; faking a fight is far more strenuous than a real one, not to mention she actually fought several matches.

She looked around and, after confirming that everyone was "dead," a smug and cruel smile appeared on her face.

"Heh... Try to fight me? You're still too green."

She kicked aside a chair and walked straight to the stairs leading to the second floor, where Zhao Minghai's room was located.

The entire villa fell into a deathly silence.

Yan Sen lay at Xia He's feet, not breathing; Xu Si and Zhang Lingyu were unconscious; Feng Baobao... seemed to be really asleep, making soft snoring sounds.

Only the wall clock was ticking away.

One minute passed... two minutes passed...

Five minutes...

Time passed by second by second, each second feeling like an eternity.

Xu Si, lying on the ground, had sweaty palms.

He even began to suspect that the mastermind behind it all along might have seen through their tricks, or perhaps that the guy wasn't even around.

If they fail this time, they will truly become the biggest joke in the world of supernatural beings.

Just as Xu Si was about to open his eyes to see what was going on...

"Click".

A very faint sound, yet particularly jarring in the silent hall, suddenly came from the third floor.

That was the sound of the window latch being pried open.

coming!