“What do you mean?”
“Did Long Xingyun deliberately hide something from us, or does he intend to do something to us?”
Shui Miao’s mind raced as she became increasingly wary of Long Xingyun.
At this moment, Shui Miao suddenly found herself missing her former self—the one with spiritual powers, capable of directly perceiving people’s hearts and discerning right from wrong, without the hassle of endless guesswork.
But spiritual power was a double-edged sword, offering benefits while bringing drawbacks.
Unwilling to burden herself with too many troubles, Shui Miao decided to abandon any thoughts of regaining her powers.
Lin Xue locked the door, and the three of them sat down.
At this moment, Long Xingyun slowly turned to Shui Miao and asked, “Do you know what Feng Shui is really for?”
“Well…,”
Shui Miao hesitated briefly, then deliberately pretended to be clueless. “Isn’t it for changing one’s fortune and making money?”
“No, no, no—that’s just the surface. It seems you only know a little about Feng Shui’s applications but haven’t truly entered the field,” Long Xingyun replied. Seeing how young Shui Miao was and how she had failed to detect his evil formation, he didn’t even consider her a real Feng Shui master. Wanting to show off, he began explaining earnestly, “The foundation of Feng Shui is Kan Yu—observing terrain, understanding water’s properties, and analyzing wind structures, followed by application. Many so-called Feng Shui masters only grasp the basics of application, knowing only how to locate auspicious points, just like nurses who know only how to give intravenous drips but are clueless about internal organ surgeries.”
Long Xingyun paused, glanced at the cabinet, and smacked his lips. “I’ve talked so much—could you get me some water, please? Preferably warm water with chrysanthemum flowers. My throat is really bothering me. Thanks a lot!”
I get it now!
Shui Miao’s heart stirred as she quickly figured out Long Xingyun’s intention.
He was already receiving two IV drips—clearly not short of fluids.
His real purpose was obvious: to send each of them away one by one so he could escape.
Why would he flee? He must have hidden some crucial truths. Old Huang might have been killed by him, and the idea of using the most Yin and evil catalyst was likely his own.
If I were him, wanting to escape, I’d reveal the Feng Shui secrets quickly and then find an excuse to send someone away.
Shui Miao quickly analyzed Long Xingyun’s psychology.
“I’ll go get the water then!”
Chu Miaoyi put down her notebook and pen and walked out.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
Long Xingyun said his thanks and continued, “To truly apply Feng Shui, you must first understand it—know exactly what Feng Shui is. What types of wind exist, and what kinds of water are there? Then you study how different winds and waters combine to generate Qi and how that affects people. Going deeper, you reach the techniques of ‘pointing the wind and pointing the water.'”
“What does ‘pointing the wind and pointing the water’ mean?” Lin Xue asked curiously.
Long Xingyun patted his belly. “It means transforming good water into bad water, bad water into good water, beneficial winds into harmful ones, and harmful winds into beneficial ones. That’s the more advanced aspect of Feng Shui techniques. If you really want to learn, I can be your master and teach you all these skills. But right now, your master is hungry and wants some knife-cut noodles. Can you be a good apprentice and buy me a bowl?”
“Sure!”
Excited, Lin Xue immediately stood up and left.
Just as Shui Miao had predicted, Long Xingyun was deliberately sending them away one by one.
Shui Miao inwardly smirked. Next, he’ll target me.
As soon as Lin Xue left, Long Xingyun lowered his voice and whispered to Shui Miao, “Young brother, I know you have a strong sense of justice. I can’t avenge the He Bin family’s tragedy, but you can. I sent them away to teach you the real skills. All my belongings are at Room 406, Chunhua Hotel on Liberation Road. There are ancestral Feng Shui manuals and notes on raising insects. Take them, study hard, and bring blessings to the people! Oh, and tonight at midnight, my room reservation expires. If you have time, come over. No need to stay here with me.”
“Well then, I’ll go right now.”
Shui Miao’s eyes flickered with understanding as she quickly stood up.
“Go, go quickly! If the staff takes it, it’ll be a huge loss,” Long Xingyun urged anxiously.
Shui Miao nodded and hurried out.
As soon as she left, she ran to a dark corridor and hid. She immediately turned off her phone’s ringer and sent a text message each to Chu Miaoyi and Lin Xue.
“Hehe, a bunch of fools, little brats, actually trying to challenge me… My room is set with a formation—anyone who enters will suffer. Little punk, I killed Old Huang, and you think you can find out?”
Inside the ward, Long Xingyun quickly removed his IV needle and crouched down as he got off the bed.
He sneaked out cautiously, crouching low as he dashed downstairs.
But just as he reached the first floor, Lin Xue suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Hehe, Master, you said you wanted noodles. Why are you out here already?”
“I… I need to use the restroom!”
Startled, Long Xingyun quickly headed toward the restroom.
Lin Xue didn’t stop him but followed closely behind and stood guard at the restroom door.
Long Xingyun had exceptional skills, seemingly trained in bone-shrinking kung fu. He actually escaped through the restroom window. But as soon as he landed, Shui Miao and Chu Miaoyi appeared.
Chu Miaoyi turned on her phone’s voice recorder and activated the speaker function.
“Hehe, a bunch of fools, little brats, actually trying to challenge me… My room is set with a formation—anyone who enters will suffer. Little punk, I killed Old Huang, and you think you can find out?”
Instantly, the recording played Long Xingyun’s earlier self-talk from the ward.
It turned out Chu Miaoyi had been prepared, secretly recording the conversation and hiding the phone beneath her notebook.
“Sister Miaoyi, you’re truly amazing. I thought I was the only one who figured out his sinister plan,” Shui Miao said, picking up a nearby mop. “Long Xingyun, do you think you can take us both on in a fight?”
“You brats, I admit defeat,” Long Xingyun muttered, glancing around. He noticed they were in a narrow alley with a nearly three-meter-high wall. “But you underestimate me. Besides my mastery of Feng Shui and insect raising, I’m also a martial arts expert. Capturing me won’t be easy…”
Suddenly, Long Xingyun turned and sprinted toward the wall.
Despite its height, he leaped and actually reached the top.
But then, a brick flew through the night sky and slammed squarely into his waist. With a thud, Long Xingyun fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
Lin Xue came running over, grinning widely. “Master, you haven’t even eaten your noodles yet, and you haven’t taught me any skills. I won’t let you leave so easily.”
At that moment, footsteps approached—Captain Lin and his team had just arrived.
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