He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang coughed lightly and said in a serious tone, "Two hundred thousand... is barely enough to deal with this snake-shaped rock on the back mountain."

He paused for a moment.

Jiang Siyu stared at him, waiting for the second half of his sentence.

Yang Guang pointed his finger in the direction of the villa.

"But the interior layout of your villa also needs to be readjusted."

"Being in this kind of yin-influenced environment for a long time has polluted the energy field in the house."

"If we don't address this, even if the problem on the back mountain is solved, your sleep quality won't be very good if you live there."

"And your company."

"Although I haven't seen it yet, if you want me to go see it, that will be at an additional cost."

"So we have to pay more."

Jiang Siyu blinked.

Then she let go of Yang Guang's arm.

Yang Guang's heart sank a centimeter.

It’s over.

Is the price too high?

Even rich women have their limits.

They're not being taken advantage of.

The next second...

Jiang Siyu raised her hand, brushed a stray hair from her forehead with her index finger, and uttered a single word crisply.

"add."

Yang Guang's heart skipped a beat.

"As long as you can resolve all of these issues."

Jiang Siyu turned her head to look at Yang Guang. On his delicate face was a decisiveness that only women of this age possess.

"You can live in this villa."

hiss……

Good heavens!

Yang Guang's brain went blank for a full two seconds.

He'll live in a villa?

Yang Guang was a penniless guy living in a dilapidated courtyard in the old city, squatting on a grand chair playing King of Glory and still losing ranks.

So they're going to live in a big villa too?

He turned to look at the villa, then turned back to look at Jiang Siyu.

Then he grabbed Jiang Siyu's hand.

Jiang Siyu froze.

Yang Guang's eyes were shining, the same kind of light that Jia Youcai had when he saw 100,000 yuan.

"Rich lady, are you telling the truth?"

A look of surprise flashed across Jiang Siyu's face.

She looked down at her hand being held by Yang Guang, then looked up at Yang Guang's face, which was full of sincerity.

This person was just analyzing feng shui with a professional look on their face, how did they change their attitude in three seconds?

Yang Guang showed no sign of letting go, even taking a half-step closer: "Rich lady, do you need a younger brother?"

Jiang Siyu: "..."

Yang Guang clenched his fists tighter, his eyes flashing with an alarming light: "Let me tell you, I suddenly don't feel like trying anymore."

Er Lengzi squatted three steps away, tilting his head to watch this scene.

Its two heterochromatic eyes were filled with disdain.

Mr. Yang, do you have any shame?

Jiang Siyu stared at Yang Guang's hand that was holding her, and then looked at his serious face.

Her lips twitched slightly.

I didn't laugh.

But there was an extremely subtle curve under her eyes.

With her other hand, she slowly pried Yang Guang's fingers apart one by one: "Get the work done first."

"Let's talk after we've finished."

"Dry!"

"I'll do it right now!"

"But I need to prepare some things."

Jiang Siyu answered crisply, "What do you need?"

"I'll have someone go buy it right now."

Yang Guang rubbed his hands together, mentally reviewing the things he would need next.

Actually, not many.

The problem with that snake-shaped rock on the back mountain is ultimately due to a deviation in the natural terrain and energy flow.

In addition, because no one cared for it for many years, the yin energy accumulated more and more, which is how it developed its own methods.

To break this thing, you don't need any precious materials.

But there is one thing that is essential.

Yang Guang held up one finger: "Find me a big rooster."

Jiang Siyu was stunned for a moment.

"Rooster?"

"right."

Yang Guang emphasized, "Not the kind raised in cages in the market, but free-range ones in the countryside, the kind that have been raised for at least three years."

"The crest should be large, and the coat color should be pure."

"Ideally, it should be the kind that even the dogs chase and peck at as soon as it enters the yard."

"The fiercer the better."

Jiang Siyu sized up Yang Guang for two seconds.

Is this person talking about exorcising evil spirits or cockfighting?

But she didn't ask any more questions.

I took out my phone, scrolled through my contacts, tapped on a number, and dialed it.

"Xiao Zhao, help me find a large rooster that has been free-range in the countryside for more than three years."

"I want someone fierce, the fiercer the better."

"Deliver it to my villa within an hour."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

They probably suspect their boss has been kidnapped.

But soon came a crisp reply: "Yes, Mr. Jiang, we'll arrange it right away."

Hang up the phone.

Jiang Siyu put her phone away, tilted her head to look at Yang Guang, and asked, "Do you need anything else?"

Yang Guang shook his head: "No need, let's go in and check on your room first."

The two walked along the stone path toward the villa.

Er Lengzi followed behind, sniffing everywhere with his nose close to the ground.

As it passed the bushes by the door, it lifted its hind leg as if to urinate.

Yang Guang kicked it in the butt.

"You better keep it to yourself!"

"This is someone's villa area, don't mark it randomly!"

Er Lengzi, feeling wronged, tucked his hind legs together and followed them inside with a look of grievance on his face.

We entered the gate.

Yang Guang slowed his pace.

The interior of the villa wasn't luxurious, but every corner was kept clean and tidy.

All the furniture is in a minimalist style.

The living room is very large.

Yang Guang's gaze did not linger on any of the furniture.

He was looking at something else.

The layout of the living room is fairly standard, and the furniture placement is also fine.

From the perspective of the layout of the house alone, there is nothing wrong with this villa.

But the problem lies in the temperature.

Yang Guang stood in the center of the living room and stretched out his palm to feel it.

cold.

It's the kind of seepage that comes from under the floor, from the cracks in the walls, from every corner.

The coolness is not noticeable during the day.

But at night, especially after midnight, the temperature in the entire villa will probably drop several degrees.

The yin energy from that snake-shaped rock on the back mountain has already seeped into the villa along the earth's veins.

Accumulated over time.

The whole house was like it was soaking in dark water.

If a person lives inside, they may experience insomnia and nightmares at best, and even depletion of vital energy at worst.

No wonder that old woman's ghost was able to possess Jiang Siyu so easily.

This villa itself is a natural container of yin energy.

The people living inside are no different from the fish on the chopping board.

Yang Guang withdrew his hand and turned to look at Jiang Siyu.

"Do you often feel cold when you live here?"

Jiang Siyu was slightly taken aback, but did not deny it: "After autumn, it is indeed much cooler than outside."

"I thought it was because the villa was located near a mountain, where the temperature difference was large."

Yang Guang curled his lip.

Large temperature difference?

He didn't say anything more, stood in the center of the living room with his hands in his pockets, and closed his eyes.

With a light stomp of the foot.

The soles of the leather shoes made a very slight scraping sound on the floor tiles.

In Yang Guang's mind, a diagram of the Later Heaven Bagua orientation had already been laid out.

The eight directions correspond to the eight palaces.

He practiced this footwork with his grandfather since he was a child, and he could do it perfectly even with his eyes closed.

Yang Guang opened his eyes.

Step out with your right foot.

The first step was taken in the Qian Palace.

The moment his foot touched the ground, he uttered a mantra in a low voice.

The words and phrases are indistinct, but the rhythm is extremely steady.

Jiang Siyu stood in the corner of the living room, watching Yang Guang walk through the empty hall.

She doesn't understand these things.

But with each step Yang Guang took, she could sense an extremely subtle change.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

Yang Guang's pace was not fast.

Every step was taken with extreme precision, the direction of the toes, the landing point of the heels, the distance between two steps—everything was perfectly aligned…