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

Wang the fortune teller was startled by the dog-like howl, but seeing the expectant looks from the villagers, she forced herself to calm down.

She's a well-known sorceress in the surrounding area. If she shows any weakness, how will she make a living in the future?

"Hmph! What kind of demon dares to cause trouble here!" Granny Wang brandished her peach wood sword, striking a pose of superiority. She instructed the villagers to set up an eight-immortal table in the open space to serve as an altar.

Then he took out yellow paper, cinnabar, rooster blood, and a small bottle of white wine from his cloth bag, everything was there.

She muttered incantations, grabbed a handful of yellow paper, lit it, and haphazardly drew talismans in the air. Then she took a big gulp of white wine and spat it onto the peach wood sword with a "poof".

The set of movements was fluid and graceful, appearing quite serious and highly entertaining.

The villagers had never seen anything like it before. They stared in disbelief, then knelt down and kowtowed, chanting "The sorceress has appeared!" as if they had seen a savior.

Yan Que leaned against the earthen wall not far away, arms crossed, watching with great interest, as if he were watching a poorly made rural opera.

Yan Sen, on the other hand, got a frozen sweet potato from the village chief and was squatting in the corner, crunching it down while muttering complaints to Yan Que.

"Dad, look at where she's set the table. It's right in front of the shady side of that locust tree, where the yin energy is the heaviest. She's not exorcising evil spirits, she's serving food."

Yan Que chuckled softly, "Stop making a fuss, let's watch the show."

"And the paper she burned, the smoke even went into the ground, that's called 'yin fire,' it's the smell that things down there love to smell. She's not performing a ritual, she's summoning spirits. The orientation is wrong too, that's the death gate, she's clearing the way for unclean things, afraid they won't be able to find a restaurant." Yan Sen took a bite of sweet potato and spoke eloquently.

These were all things Yan Que had forced him to memorize since he was a child; they were already ingrained in his bones.

Although their conversation wasn't loud, Granny Wang, who had been pretending to be a shaman for years, had very sharp ears. When she heard Yan Sen's complaints, especially the phrase "paving the way for dirty things," her old face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

How does this kid know about the "death gate"? Is some competitor trying to cause trouble?

"Shut up!" Granny Wang pointed her peach wood sword at Yan Sen and shouted angrily, "Where did this bastard come from, spouting nonsense! You've offended the gods, can you bear the consequences?!"

Instantly, all the villagers' eyes were focused on Yan Sen and his son, their eyes filled with anger and hostility.

"Yes! It's them! Something was off from the moment they arrived!"

"What does this little brat know! Daring to question a fortune teller!"

"Village chief, drive them out quickly! Don't let them ruin the sorceress's important work!"

The villagers were furious, and some hot-tempered ones even wanted to rush up and fight.

Yan Que, who had been watching the show with a smile, kept his smile on his face, but his eyes turned cold.

He can tolerate others insulting him, but he cannot tolerate others calling his son a "bastard."

He remained leaning lazily against the wall, seemingly oblivious to the approaching villagers, only lightly stamping his foot as if by accident.

"Snapped!"

A small pebble bounced off the muddy ground at his feet, silently arcing through the air, and precisely struck one of the legs of the three-legged incense burner on Wang Shenpo's altar.

"Clang!"

The incense burner instantly lost its balance and tilted forward violently.

The burning incense ash from the stove all rushed towards the witch Wang who was performing the ritual.

The old woman was stunned by this sudden turn of events and couldn't dodge in time, getting covered in incense ash from head to toe.

The scalding incense ash burned her so much that she let out a strange "Ouch!" Her once dignified image as a shaman vanished completely, and she looked like a fire-starter who had just crawled out of the stove, utterly disheveled.

"Oh dear, the gods have appeared! They're just putting some powder on your face because they think your face isn't clean enough," Yan Que said innocently, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Pfft!" Yan Sen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The villagers were dumbfounded. Was this... a divine intervention? Or an accident?

Granny Wang was trembling with rage, pointing at Yan Que and his son, unable to utter a single word: "You...you..."

Just then, a sickeningly loud "crunching" sound suddenly rang out from the shadow of the big locust tree, as if something was gnawing on a bone.

Immediately afterwards, a dark figure suddenly darted out from behind the locust tree!

The creature was about half a person's height, resembling a gaunt, vicious dog, but its body wasn't covered in fur. Instead, it was made of black mud, rotting tree roots, and some unidentified bone fragments glued together. Its eyes were two hollow holes, shimmering with eerie green light, and its mouth stretched to its ears, revealing sharp teeth formed from a mouthful of mud.

"Earthly Fiend Corpse Dog!" Yan Que's pupils contracted slightly.

This thing isn't a physical entity; it's a malevolent creature formed from the resentment and evil energy condensed from mass graves or ancient battlefields. Ordinary physical attacks are completely useless against it.

When Granny Wang saw the monster appear, although she had just suffered a setback, this was a good opportunity for her to regain her reputation.

She wiped the incense ash from her face and shouted, "You beast, prepare to die!"

Holding the peach wood sword that had been sprayed with chicken blood and white wine, she mustered her courage and rushed forward, stabbing fiercely at the corpse dog's head.

The villagers held their breath in tension.

However, a horrifying scene unfolded.

The moment Wang the fortune teller's peach wood sword touched the corpse dog's body, it was as if it had pierced a ball of cotton, completely ineffective.

Immediately afterwards, the corpse dog raised its paw, which was made of rotten tree roots, and casually swung it.

"Snap!"

The peach wood sword broke instantly.

"Snapped!"

The corpse dog's claws landed squarely on Granny Wang's chest.

"Ah—!" Granny Wang let out a shrill scream, her whole body flying backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, struggling a few times before fainting.

One move! In a single move, the village's revered sorceress, Granny Wang, was instantly defeated!

"Oh my god! Run!"

The villagers were completely devastated, and fear spread like a plague.

They dropped their hoes and carrying poles, and scattered in all directions, crying and shouting for their parents. The scene instantly spiraled out of control.

Strangely, the Fiend Corpse Dog did not chase after the fleeing villagers. After killing Granny Wang, it stood still, its empty green eyes fixed on one direction.

It was looking at Yan Sen, or more precisely, at the half-eaten, cold sweet potato in Yan Sen's hand.

No, that's not right. It wasn't looking for sweet potatoes; it was greedily staring at the pure and delicious innate Qi emanating from Yan Sen. For this kind of evil creature, this was far more attractive than any sacrifice.

Yan Sen looked at the corpse dog, but instead of being afraid, he took a step forward.

"Son, come back!" Yan Que shouted in a low voice.

Yan Sen seemed not to hear. He weighed the half-eaten sweet potato in his hand, then tossed it towards the corpse dog.

The sweet potato traced a parabola in the air.

The ferocious corpse dog actually acted like a domesticated dog, leaping forward and opening its mouth wide to catch the half-sweet potato.

However, just as the corpse dog's muddy fangs bit into the sweet potato, a strange change occurred!

It let out a furious roar, as if it had been burned by something.

The black aura around it suddenly surged, and its original half-human-sized body swelled to more than double its size in just a few breaths, turning into a monster the size of a small calf!

Those green eyes were filled with anger at being deceived and a thirst for blood.

"roar!"

With a kick of its hind legs, it blasted a crater in the ground, and its huge body transformed into a black lightning bolt as it pounced on Yan Sen, who was right in front of it!

Yan Que's expression changed, and he shouted at Yan Sen, "Son! Come back! This thing doesn't eat vegetarian food; it wants to eat your Qi!"