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

The wind outside the window carried a chill, making the pried-open window creak.

A dark shadow slid in along the wall like a gecko, landing silently.

The man was dressed in sportswear, wearing a mask, and was very thin, looking like a black rat that had just crawled out of a sewer.

He swept his eyes around the hall with a sinister look.

The Zhao family's second young master, who was expected to be driven mad by the Five Desires Demon, wielding a sharp blade and covered in blood, did not appear.

Instead, several "corpses" lay scattered on the ground.

The feng shui master with the messy hair that he feared, the white-haired guy who looked like a playboy, the righteous little Taoist priest, and the slovenly young woman were all lying lifelessly in pools of blood.

"this......"

The man pulled off his mask, revealing a face with high cheekbones and many pockmarks.

Looking at the scene of carnage, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"They're all dead? That's incredibly inconsiderate!"

The man muttered a curse under his breath, his tone full of exasperation.

His plans were completely disrupted!

According to his script, Zhao Minghai should have been bewitched by the Five Desires Demon, killed his entire family with his own hands, and then, in extreme fear and despair, was guided by the Five Desires Demon to transfer the huge amount of liquid funds in his account to a pre-prepared overseas designated account, and finally committed suicide out of fear of punishment.

Money in hand, people all dead, no one to prove it – a perfect closed loop.

But what's going on here? Is it a case of double-crossing? Or internal strife?

"Damn it, this is it, we're doomed..."

The man frowned, his unease growing stronger.

The sight of the dead bodies scattered all over the ground didn't frighten him; it was simply a source of annoyance.

After all, the man is dead, so how can he control Zhao Minghai to transfer money to him?

Moreover, with so many extraordinary people dying here all at once, the company's rabid dogs will definitely swarm over like flies attracted by the smell of excrement.

"No, we can't stay here anymore, we have to leave!"

A man should make a decisive decision: money is important, but life is more important.

However, before retreating, he had to deal with that seriously injured young woman first.

He had seen it clearly on the surveillance footage; it was this woman with pink hair who had taken down everyone.

This woman is cunning and unpredictable; keeping her around would be a disaster.

The man grinned maliciously, formed a hand seal, and a faint green light instantly appeared in his eyes.

Secret Technique - Spiritual Eye.

This is the basic method used by the Five Witches Sect to communicate with the Yin and Yang and to command spirits. It can see the spirits hidden in the dark and also distinguish the life force of the living.

"Let me see where you are. If I can feed the souls of you troublemakers to my precious Five Desires Demon... then this won't be such a bad loss..."

The man's eyes gleamed with a green light, and his gaze swept across the hall like a searchlight.

However, the next second... his expression changed.

He discovered that the hall was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight, not even a ghost!

"How is that possible? A person who has just died should still have their three souls and seven spirits intact. How could they not have a spirit body?"

The man felt a chill run up his tailbone and straight to the top of his head.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze sweeping quickly over the several "corpses".

"Let me see... one has a messy head of hair, two have white feathers, and one more..."

The man's gaze finally settled on the spot where the disheveled woman had been lying.

empty.

There was only a kitchen knife left; the person was nowhere to be found!

"Huh? Wait a minute! Where did that woman go?!"

A terrible premonition surged into the man's heart, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he instinctively turned his head sharply.

Behind him, there was nothing at all.

"Holy crap! That scared the hell out of me! Where's that woman?!"

The man was still in shock, his heart pounding.

He turned his head again, wanting to look to the other side.

However, just as he turned his head halfway...

A face, an expressionless face with eyes that were clear yet somewhat dull, appeared out of nowhere in his blind spot, less than five centimeters from the tip of his nose.

"You were looking for me?"

Feng Baobao's voice was as calm as if she were asking for directions.

"Holy crap!!!"

The man was terrified and instinctively opened his mouth to scream.

"call--"

A strong gust of wind swept in.

Feng Baobao casually twirled the fruit knife she had somehow acquired in her hand.

With a flick of the wrist, it was as fast as lightning.

"Bang!"

A dull, solid impact.

The knife handle struck the man's forehead with perfect precision.

The force of this blow was controlled to an art form, neither shattering the skull and causing sudden death, nor failing to precisely sever the brain's connection to consciousness.

The man's eyes rolled upwards suddenly, and without uttering a sound, his body went limp.

"Thump."

He collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, completely unconscious.

"All done..."

Feng Baobao clapped her hands, casually tucked the fruit knife into her waistband, and turned to look at her companions who were still pretending to be dead on the ground.

"Get up, everyone, I'm going to knock this kid out."

The "corpses" on the ground suddenly came back to life.

"Ouch... this marble floor is so hard, it's hurting my back!" Xu Si was the first to jump up, clutching his chest and letting out a long sigh: "Baby, can you be a little gentler next time? What if you really killed him!"

Yan Sen slowly sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a look of disgust, "I have to buy simulated blood from a different store next time. This stuff from this store is way too sweet, and it also has a bloody smell. Ugh, what a weird taste."

Zhang Lingyu straightened his Taoist robe and looked at the unconscious man on the ground, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"This person... is that all there is to it?"

"Otherwise what?" Yan Sen stood up, stretched, and said, "You want to fight him for three hundred rounds? Why go for a head-on confrontation when you can launch a sneak attack? That's stupid!"

"Fourth brother, give me my rope."

Feng Baobao stretched out her hand, "Tie this silly boy up, so he won't run away."

Xu Si quickly handed over a bundle of specially made hemp rope.

Feng Baobao was skilled and quickly tied the man up, even gagging him.

"Aren't his accomplices around? Is this guy so arrogant that he dares to go to the meeting alone?"

Zhang Lingyu asked with some concern.

Although this person's methods are discreet, he seems to be just a nobody, not someone who could have such great courage.

"How could that be? That bastard is too afraid of death; he has two accomplices outside."

Yan Sen brushed the dust off his clothes, speaking calmly as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner.

"Then why are you taking it so easy? Come on! Let's take care of them all at once! So they don't run away later!"

Zhang Lingyu panicked and tried to rush out.

"Oh, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush."

Yan Sen grabbed Zhang Lingyu's sleeve and gestured towards the door with his lips.

"I've arranged everything in advance. If you wait until you find out, it'll be too late."

"You mean..." Zhang Lingyu was taken aback.

Before he could react...

"Bang!"

The villa's heavy solid wood door was kicked open.

Sunlight streamed in, and against the backlight, stood a figure with a stunning figure.

Xia He dragged a woman in one hand and a man in the other, walking in like a dead dog.

The two men were already unconscious, their faces swollen like pigs' heads, clearly having received some kind of "friendly" greeting.

"Thump!"

Xia He threw the two unlucky guys she was holding onto the ground, right next to the pockmarked man.

A family should be together all the time.

She casually brushed aside the pink wisps of hair on her forehead, her deep blue eyes flashing with a hint of menace as she looked at Yan Sen, who was leaning against the stair railing eating an apple.

"Yes, who is Director Yan?"

"You're so thoughtful, so observant, and so good at ordering people around!"

Xia He grumbled and made snide remarks, taking a step forward with each sentence, forcing Yan Sen to retreat repeatedly.

"I'm exhausted! Playing the bad guy, faking death, and arresting people! You, on the other hand, have it easy, lying on the ground pretending to be dead. You're probably almost asleep by now, aren't you?"

With nowhere left to retreat, Yan Sen leaned against the wall, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"No way! My sister Xia is the most efficient worker! She's nowhere near as good as that greenhorn Xiaoyu, she's way better than me! That's why I felt comfortable leaving the finishing touches to you!"

Yan Sen's flattery was deafening, and he also took the opportunity to put down Zhang Lingyu.

"Hehe, Xia-jie, you've worked hard! Xia-jie is awesome!"

"Tsk, don't give me that!"

Xia He didn't respond, but rolled her eyes dramatically and turned to look at Xu Si, who was watching the show from the side.

"Brother Xu, don't let him join the company in the future."

Xia He pointed at Yan Sen and complained earnestly, "With his character, if he really became a leader, wouldn't his employees be exploited to death? It's only because I have a good temper that I'm not angry; anyone else would have gone on strike long ago!"

"Oh, don't worry, Xia."

Xu Si chuckled, walked over and patted Yan Sen on the shoulder, "Him? He's just destined to be used for nothing. The company would love to have him come, treat him like a king, but he won't come."

Xu Si took out his phone and started making calls to contact someone to clean the floor.

"Feed? Old Zhao? Yes, all done. Bring the men in. Remember to bring a professional cleaning team; there's a lot of blood, it'll be hard to wipe up."

After that, things became much simpler.

The professional team from Nadutong quickly took over the scene.

The unfortunate pockmarked man, who was also the successor of the Five Witches Sect, along with his two henchmen, was stuffed directly into a specially made armored vehicle. What awaited them was the company's interrogation and legal punishment.

As for the Zhao family, although Zhao Guochong's family were victims, they had witnessed too many things they shouldn't have seen.

With a professional fake smile on his face, Xu Si led the Zhao family into another car.

"Chairman Zhao, although this matter has been resolved, for your safety and that of your family, as well as for social stability, we would like to trouble you all to come back to the company with us."

"It won't be long. It'll just involve signing a confidentiality agreement and some basic psychological counseling. You're a big entrepreneur, so we'll definitely make an exception for you. You should be out in a few days at most."

Zhao Guochong's worldview had completely collapsed at this moment, so he was in no mood to argue with them. He nodded repeatedly.

And then there's his second son, Zhao Minghai. This unlucky fellow's body has been tormented by the Five Desires Demon for so long, and he's severely depleted. He needs to recuperate in the company's medical department for a while, and also get some psychological counseling, so he won't develop any health problems later.

Everything has settled down.