The ultimate master in the city

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Xiaoli picked up the money while crying, silently packed her things, and left.

Zhou Fengchen watched the whole thing with a cold face, just like a spoiled rich kid who bullies others, until Jiang Xiaoli left the house, at which point he put on a smiling face.

Very good! She must have some doubts about why I hit her, and she will definitely think about the "cinnabar circle". Now that she has lost her job and lost face in front of so many people, according to normal logic, she will definitely go to the person who arranged the feng shui behind her to complain and ask for an explanation.

Thinking of this, he pulled Chen's father aside and said, "We had no choice. This woman wants you dead. Not sending her to the police station is already letting her off easy. Now take off your clothes so I can use them."

Still a little confused, Mr. Chen took off his coat and handed it to him, asking, "What do you need my clothes for? Can't you just buy me new ones?"

"The old one is fine, I'm leaving now." Zhou Fengchen put on Chen's father's suit jacket, then picked up a tourist hat from a nearby desk. "Hey buddy, can I borrow this for a bit? I'll ask your boss for compensation, thanks!"

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As soon as they left the building, Jiang Xiaoli was standing in the parking lot, sobbing to several colleagues who had come to see her off. She talked for a few minutes before driving away.

Zhou Fengchen looked around and saw a taxi passing by, so he hailed it and followed it.

It was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the light rain had not stopped. The sky was somewhat hazy.

Jiang Xiaoli drove around the city for a while, and finally drove onto a secluded side road. At the end of the road was a house that looked like a private villa, which should be her destination.

The taxi was too conspicuous, so Zhou Fengchen didn't dare to follow too closely. He paid the fare, got out of the car, and crouched down to quietly follow behind a row of Sijiqing trees.

In front of the house, there was a side road. Jiang Xiaoli's car was parked not far from the house, but she did not get out. In front of the house, there was another black sedan with the window open, and someone could be vaguely seen sitting inside.

Just then, a young man in pajamas rushed out of the house without even an umbrella. He stood by the car with a big smile on his face.

Looking at the young man, Zhou Fengchen frowned. He recognized him. On his sister Chen Siya's birthday, he and Monk Yuanzhi had beaten him up. He seemed to be the son of Chen's father's business rival, and his name was... Yang Fan.

Is he involved in the "Feng Shui Murder Scheme"? Does he know how to do this?

Just then, a head popped out of the car in front of the door, and a gloomy face cursed, "You little beast, you're just asking for trouble."

Looking at the person in the car, Zhou Fengchen was stunned. It was the old man who delivered the poisoned vegetables and drove away the little ghosts the night before last. So it was him!

They're in cahoots! Doesn't this have anything to do with Miss Chen?

Yang Fan, with a forced smile, asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" the old man sneered. "You called me back from all this way, saying I was a martial arts master who was ruining the family business. Did you tell the truth?"

Yang Fan smiled ingratiatingly: "I don't know where Chen Changbin got this son from. I've never heard of him before. I only know that he's very skilled in martial arts, and he can take on dozens of us by himself like it's nothing. He also has a very powerful bald monk by his side. Plus, his family runs a martial arts school, so we had no choice but to ask you for help, right?"

"You're wrong!" The old man shook his head. "I met Chen Changbin's son yesterday. This kid is not a martial arts master at all. He is clearly a master of metaphysics. His skills and methods are no less than mine. He saw through the poisonous vegetables and killed my three ghost children. In addition, he has two fierce ghost pets with him."

"Huh?" Yang Fan was startled.

The old man's face was gloomy, and he gave a cold laugh, saying, "But it's alright. No matter how capable he is, how would he know the power of our family? That kid just offended our great-grandmother a few days ago, and she had to come to our ancestor for help. Today, our great-grandmother and I have set a trap to kill that kid and that bald monk first. You keep an eye on Chen Changbin's side. As long as he is killed by the feng shui formation, we will immediately swallow up his family's business."

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle, I understand. Don't worry."

The old man nodded, closed the window, started the car, and drove away.

Zhou Fengchen was completely confused. So the feng shui arrangement was set up by this old man? But he had offended his great-grandmother a few days ago? How old was his great-grandmother? This was ridiculous.

Could it be Miss Chen San? But who is this old ancestor?

They set a trap to kill me and Monk Yuanzhi? What kind of trap is this?

This is a damn mess of monsters and demons!

Seeing the old man's car drive away, Zhou Fengchen used his lightness skill to chase after it. However, the car was going too fast. When it reached the end, it turned a corner and soon entered the bustling city area. It squeezed into a group of cars. In addition, it was dark at this time, and the lights were bright. Zhou Fengchen avoided a passerby and his vision blurred. He could no longer tell which car the old man's car was.

He stood there looking left and right, but couldn't figure it out. After a moment of confusion, he had no choice but to give up, grit his teeth, and return to his private villa the way he came.

When they arrived at the location, Jiang Xiaoli's car was empty, but the villa was lit up, and several servants were cleaning the yard. From the second-floor window, a woman's hysterical scream could be faintly heard, making the servants blush.

Zhou Fengchen scratched his head, looked around, circled the house, climbed up the back wall, hung upside down outside the window, and looked inside.

When I saw it, I was speechless. It was even more exciting than watching those cheap, half-hour videos with the class monitor when I was in school.

The male lead is Yang Fan, and the female lead is Jiang Xiaoli.

Five minutes later, the two finally stopped. Jiang Xiaoli collapsed into Yang Fan's arms, looking utterly exhausted, and said weakly, "Young Master Yang, you have to stand up for me."

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Yang Fan lit a cigarette. "Are you sure Chen Changbin's son discovered the problem with the fish tank?"

Jiang Xiaoli recalled for a moment, then choked up and said, "I didn't pay much attention. When I entered the office, I only saw that the feng shui fish in the fish tank were gone, and then that bastard hit me in front of many people."

She choked up as she spoke.

"Stop fucking crying!" Yang Fan flicked his cigarette ash impatiently. "My uncle said that guy is a master of metaphysics; he definitely discovered the feng shui murder trap!"

Jiang Xiaoli asked pitifully, "Then, what should we do?"

Yang Fan thought for a moment, "Here's what we'll do... Chen Changbin is a bit shrewd in business, but he's still very kind to his employees. Go and beg him tomorrow to give you another chance. If he asks you about the feng shui, just don't admit it no matter what."

Jiang Xiaoli asked, "What if he still doesn't want me?"

Yang Fan sneered, "Then you should invite his other secretary out, and I'll have my uncle set up another feng shui arrangement."

Hearing this from outside the window, Zhou Fengchen narrowed his eyes. He remembered what his father, Zhou Daoxing, had said before his death: "I am not one to hold grudges. I usually settle scores on the same day. I don't have many enemies. If I do, I kill them on the same day."

Zhou Fengchen thought this made a lot of sense. He had never killed anyone, but he decided to make an exception today.

He quietly opened the window a crack, took out five ancient coins from his pocket, and while the two people inside were talking, he secretly chanted an incantation: "Five coins to fix the burial site, evil spirit possession incantation, drive away! So be it!"

Five copper coins rolled silently inside, reached the bedside, bounced up, and slammed onto Jiang Xiaoli's bare back.

Jiang Xiaoli paused, her eyes fixed on Yang Fan.

Zhou Fengchen outside the window sneered, his right hand forming a hand seal as he remotely commanded, "Bite!"

Inside the room, Jiang Xiaoli suddenly bit Yang Fan's neck.

Yang Fan, thinking Jiang Xiaoli was just joking, slapped her hard across the face, yelling, "You bitch, are you crazy?!"

However, Jiang Xiaoli, with red eyes and immense strength, bit down on Yang Fan's carotid artery and refused to let go.

"Ah! Get away—ah—"

Yang Fan was terrified and screamed as he desperately tried to push Jiang Xiaoli away.

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