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

Tianjin Wei, Nankai District.

This area is full of the unique local flavor of Tianjin. As the sun begins to set, under the big locust tree at the entrance of the alley, several old men are engrossed in a fierce game of chess. Steam rises from the cart selling cooked pear cakes nearby, and the whistle of the cart occasionally rings out, attracting passing children to stop and watch.

Xu Si and Feng Baobao were like two drops of water merging into the ocean, skillfully avoiding the bustling tourists and neighbors, and turning into a relatively quiet, slightly secluded alley.

At the end of the alley was a warehouse that looked somewhat dilapidated, but was still quite upscale overall. The sign hanging on the large iron gate was also polished to a shine—[Nadutong Express Company Tianjin Branch Warehousing Center].

"Si'er, a set of jianbing guozi, with two eggs." Feng Baobao suddenly stopped and pointed to a small stall at the entrance of the alley, her eyes fixed on it.

Xu Si's lips twitched. He thought to himself, "My goodness, we're practically at my doorstep, and I'm about to enter the 'King of Hell's Palace'. How can you still have the appetite to eat?"

"Add!" Xu Si took out some change and slapped it on the stall, his posture carrying a tragic sense of "The Last Supper".

A few minutes later, Feng Baobao, holding a steaming hot jianbing guozi in both hands, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster, followed Xu Si into the warehouse with a satisfied expression.

The warehouse was surprisingly well-organized inside, despite its dilapidated exterior. Several men in overalls were moving goods. The goods didn't look heavy, but they were all moving them like heavy objects, indicating that what was inside was quite substantial.

"Oh, the fourth brother's back?"

A burly man with bare chest and muscular build was carrying a huge iron box, about five meters square. The box looked heavy, probably weighing at least a thousand pounds, but it seemed as light as a feather on his shoulders.

"Ah, you're back." Xu Si stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into the nearby trash can. His eyes darted around, a little unfocused. "Brother Zhang, where's our old man? How's he doing?"

The burly man, known as Brother Zhang, freed one hand and scratched his backside with an extremely unrestrained air, a playful expression on his face: "Master Xu is downstairs. Yesterday, he just caught a trafficker who abducted children of supernatural beings. His methods were a bit dirty, and Master Xu was furious. Hey, what a coincidence, Third Brother is here today too, just went down not long ago."

Xu Si's heart skipped a beat.

Is the third brother also there?

Although Xu San was his own brother, his personality was the complete opposite of his.

Xu San is like a model student straight out of a textbook—rigid, dogmatic, and inflexible. Although the two brothers have a good relationship, Xu San's presence at such a critical moment when he "makes a mistake" often means that the probability of getting beaten up is lower, but the time for ideological education is longer.

"Damn, as long as my old man is here, it doesn't matter whether that silly third son is here or not." Xu Siqiang waved his hand, trying to appear calm. "Alright, Brother Zhang, you're busy. I'm going down to collect my loot."

Old Zhang scratched his head, not understanding what it meant to go down and face death, but he didn't ask any more questions and went back to his work.

Xu Si and Feng Baobao walked to the freight elevator in the corner.

"bite--"

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Xu Si took a deep breath and pressed the "B7" button.

The seventh basement level is their interrogation room for the North China region, specifically used to detain some special individuals whose cases are not too serious.

As the elevator hummed as it descended, Xu Si felt his heart racing.

"Baby, when you see the old man later, you'd better be smart and do what I say," Xu Si instructed in a low voice.

"Mmm..." Feng Baobao's mouth was full of jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), and she nodded indistinctly, it was unclear whether she had heard him or not.

The elevator doors opened again.

A chilling aura swept over me, mixed with a faint smell of blood and disinfectant.

Xu Si had just taken one step when he saw the door to the interrogation room at the end of the corridor being pushed open.

Two men in suits came out.

The one walking behind, wearing glasses and looking refined, was Xu San. The old man walking in front, though somewhat hunched over with gray hair and a meticulously combed slicked-back style, had frighteningly bright eyes that exuded the authority of someone who had long held a high position and... a murderous aura.

It was Xu Xiang, the head of Nadutong's North China region.

The father and his two sons, along with Feng Baobao, met in the narrow corridor.

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

Xu Si's face instantly plastered with a fawning smile, and he raised his hand to greet him, "Dad, I..."

"Smack—!!!"

Without any build-up, a crisp, even echoing sound exploded in the empty underground corridor.

Xu Xiang's figure flashed like a ghost, and with an agility completely out of character for his age, he instantly rushed in front of Xu Si.

That withered yet powerful hand, carrying the force of wind and thunder, landed squarely on Xu Si's face.

The slap was so powerful that it sent Xu Si spinning in place, almost making him do a somersault.

"Holy crap! Dad! What are you doing?!"

Xu Si clutched his face, which had instantly swelled up, tears welling in his eyes from the pain. He looked at his old man with a wronged expression, his eyes full of accusation: "Am I your own son? I just came back from a mission, a mission that nearly killed me! I didn't even get a sip of hot water, and before I could even sit down, instead of showing some concern, you slapped me across the face? Is there no justice in this world?!"

Xu Xiang completely ignored his wailing and howling.

He slowly straightened the collar of his suit, which had become slightly wrinkled from the large movement, then smoothed his slicked-back hair. With a fierce expression, he pointed at Xu Si's nose and yelled, "I beat you up, you little brat! And you still have the nerve to complain? Don't you know what kind of bastard you've done? If this weren't work, I'd skin you alive!"

After scolding Xu Si, Xu Xiang turned his head and looked at Feng Baobao, who was standing to the side eating a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe).

That face, which had been so fierce just moments before, instantly became as gentle as a spring breeze, and her voice was so tender it could melt water: "Awu, are you tired? Did you suffer any injustices on this trip? What do you want to eat tonight? Tell me, and I'll cook for you myself."

Xu San pushed up his glasses. Although he was used to his father's extreme double standards, he still couldn't help but twitch his lips every time he saw it.

Feng Baobao swallowed the last bite of pancake, licked the sauce off her fingers, and looked at Xu Xiang with a blank expression: "I'm fine with anything, I'll eat whatever Gouwazi makes. As long as there's meat."

"Okay, no problem! Watch me show off my skills after so long, I'll make you some braised pork!" Xu Xiang's face was all wrinkled from smiling.

Then, he turned around and faced Xu Si again. His smile vanished instantly, and he glared at him fiercely: "What are you standing there for? Get to my office! If you can't explain yourself clearly today, you can get out of this house, and don't ever tell anyone you're my son again!"

……

A few minutes later, in Xu Xiang's office.

Xu San was the last to enter, and he casually locked the heavy soundproof door from the inside, even carefully checking the lock.

The atmosphere inside the room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Xu Xiang sat in the large boss's chair, his hands crossed and his chin resting on them. He stared intently at a photo frame on the table, not saying a word, as if he were pondering something extremely heavy.

Xu San was a little confused. He looked at Xu Si, who was covering his face, and then at his father. He asked in a low voice, "Dad, what's wrong? Although Lao Si is usually unreliable, he did a good job on this mission, didn't he? Why is he so angry?"

Xu Si, however, knew exactly what was going on.

This slap wasn't because of the mission, but because it put the baby's secret at risk of being exposed.

"Kneel down."

Xu Xiang did not answer Xu San's question, but coldly uttered two words.

Xu San was taken aback and was about to say something when Xu Si grabbed his sleeve.

"Third brother, stop asking. If Dad tells us to kneel, we kneel." Xu Si was surprisingly calm now, and his usual carefree attitude was gone. He knew that his suspicions would finally be resolved today.

"Thump."

Without saying a word, Xu Si knelt straight down in front of the desk.

Although Xu San was completely confused, his long-standing habit made him have no choice but to kneel down as well.

"What I'm telling you today, you must keep to yourselves and remember it well! You are not allowed to reveal a single word to any outsider! If... uh?" Xu Xiang hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly froze.

Seeing that Xu San and Xu Si had both knelt down, Feng Baobao, who was standing next to her, probably thought that this was some kind of group activity or special ceremony, and she also knelt down with a "plop".

The sound of his knee hitting the floor tiles was painful to hear.

"Uh... Ah Wu! What are you doing!" Xu Xiang was startled and quickly jumped up from his chair, went around the table to help Feng Baobao up, and said with a wry smile, "Get up, you don't need to kneel!"

Feng Baobao's disruption instantly dissipated half of the serious atmosphere.

Xu Xiang sighed, pressed Feng Baobao down to sit on the sofa next to him, gave her a bottle of AD calcium milk, and then sat back down in his chair, looking seriously at his two sons kneeling on the ground.

"Fourth brother, you've been very clever since you were little, you must have already guessed it." Xu Xiang looked at Xu Si's swollen face with a complicated expression. "That's right, I do have something I'm hiding from you. And it's something extremely important."

"If it weren't for this incident involving A-Wu's agreement with the immortals of the Northeast, and your reckless probing that almost led that brat from the Yan family to discover the truth, I originally planned to keep this secret until that child from the Zhang family grew up, or until I died before telling you. To be honest, I really don't trust either of you."

At this point, Xu Xiang glared at Xu Si again: "Especially you, you troublesome bastard! Although the third brother is a bit rigid, he's obedient and keeps his mouth shut! Unlike you, you're full of tricks, love to cause trouble, and are unreliable! If it weren't for that kid from the Yan family being sensible and having a bottom line, A-Wu's secret would have been exposed long ago!"

Xu Si pursed his lips and didn't dare to say a word.

He admitted he liked to cause trouble, but he didn't want to take the blame for being unreliable. If he hadn't been quick-witted enough to call his dad, Bao Bao would have already spilled all his secrets to that brat Yan Sen.

I don't know what's so special about that kid Mu Tou that makes the baby trust him so much.

Xu Xiang seemed to have seen through Xu Si's thoughts and stopped scolding him.

He reached out and picked up a small brick of Pu'er tea from the table. It was his treasure, something he usually couldn't bear to drink, but now he threw it at Xu Si like a brick.

"Ouch!" Xu Si didn't dare to dodge and took the hit head-on, wincing in pain.

After smashing it all, my anger had mostly subsided.

Xu Xiang leaned back in his chair, his gaze becoming somewhat unfocused, as if he could see through the dim basement before him, through the heavy barrier of time, and return to that summer filled with the sounds of cicadas amidst the flames of war.

"What I want to tell you is how our family's connection with A-Wu began."

Xu Xiang's voice became somewhat hoarse, carrying a hint of historical dust.

"That was the summer of 1944..."

"I was only nine years old that year..."

Xu San suddenly raised his head, his pupils contracting sharply.

1944? Father was nine years old?

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Feng Baobao, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking milk through a straw. Her face, which looked no more than twenty years old, appeared so young and vibrant under the light.

If we start counting from 1944...

Xu San felt a chill run down his spine and straight to his head. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Xu Si was also shocked. Although he had guessed it before, the shock was still immense when his father said the exact time.

really.

This is what my father kept so tightly under wraps, even from his own son.

Regarding the baby, that secret of immortality that could drive the entire world of supernatural beings crazy!