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Chapter 659 - Chapter 659 Chapter 45 Moving Feng Shui

Chapter 659: Chapter 45 Moving Feng Shui Chapter 659: Chapter 45 Moving Feng Shui “`

Zheng was fiddling with his phone, his expression somewhat conflicted.

“Mr. Yang? Is my dish not to your taste?”

Zheng looked up to see an English old man dressed in a suit, speaking fluent Chinese. He had a napkin tied around his neck, holding a knife and fork, his face ruddy and beaming. With his thick white eyebrows and cheeks slightly raised when he smiled, it was not hard to tell that he must have been a heartthrob that charmed countless young women in his youth.

Zheng shook his head, “Of course not.”

The old man raised his glass of red wine toward Zheng. Zheng had no choice but to raise his glass and drink with him.

After gulping down his drink, Zheng addressed the man across the table, “Chairman Rong, as it’s getting late, I’m afraid I mustn’t bother you any longer, I shall take my leave.”

Finished speaking, Zheng made as if to leave.

“But the meal is not yet complete, this is a chef I have specially brought in from France, Mr. Yang must honor us with your presence.”

Zheng narrowed his eyes, “But we have been eating for over an hour now.”

“Ha ha, French chefs painstakingly sculpt each dish, so dining for an hour or two is quite common.”

“…”

Zheng forced a smile, “I’m going to the restroom.”

“As you please.”

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The ringtone of the mobile phone shattered the silence.

The vibration pierced through his garment, and Li Yan took out his cell phone, glanced at Zheng’s number, and pressed the answer button.

“Hello?”

“I’ve heard you helped the police catch a fugitive named Wutou Qing in the corpse-hiding case? Are you going after Hanlin Cold Chain?”

Zheng’s voice came through the phone.

“That’s right.”

“Has Jiang Sihai crossed you?”

“I’ve got some other things on my hands right now; how about I call you back later?”

“Those keeping an eye on Jiang Sihai may be more than you imagine. Acting now might make you a target. Just wait a little longer, let them make a fuss for a while. We are not in a rush for a day or two. Do you remember the cryptic message Qian Wu calculated? If Pei Dongsheng’s killer wasn’t you, then it’s very likely…”

“For this call, I’ll count you as a friend. But I have my considerations, anyway, I appreciate the thought.”

With that, Li Yan hung up the phone.

At this moment, the temperature in the entire funeral home was nearing zero. To save on costs, aside from the duty room, all other lights were usually turned off, leaving darkness everywhere, with only dim moonlight streaming in from the windows, forming patches of silver light on the floor.

Xue Wenhai basked in the moonlight, sitting on the floor in a classic Five Hearts Facing Heaven posture, with smoke rising from his head and his face contorted, as if he was in the midst of some intense struggle.

“Tap~ Tap~”

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Heavy footsteps echoed in the pitch-black corridor.

Ye Shiru took a silver pistol from the gun holster strapped to her thigh, removed her high heels, and stepped barefoot onto the floor, shielding Xue Wenhai as she faced Li Yan, who emerged from the darkness, eye to eye.

“I really don’t understand what kind of love potion Xue Wenhai has given you to make you so loyal to him.”

Ye Shiru revealed a seductive smile, pointing her gun at Li Yan, “Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

“Fine.”

No sooner had he spoken than Li Yan dashed forward in a flash, tilting his head to dodge the gun barrel as Ye Shiru instinctively pulled the trigger, only to see the flash of gunfire as the bullet hit nothing.

Li Yan reached out with a chop towards her skull. No matter how noble Ye Shiru’s life charts might be, she was still flesh and blood, and a solid hit would mean her brain spilling out.

Just as she had no chance to dodge, the window glass exploded with a bang, and a swift shadow smashed through the glass, embracing Li Yan amidst the flying shards, allowing Ye Shiru to narrowly escape fate.

Ye Shiru staggered back several steps, still in shock, and without concern for the shadow wrestling with Li Yan, she started firing wildly. Several bullets hit Li Yan’s wrist and thigh, with shells clinking chaotically as they ejected. The crumpled black casings rolled across the floor.

These bullets had been personally imbued with “Yuan Chen Fiend” by Xue Wenhai, possessing a strong ability to break magic, specially prepared by her to deal with Li Yan. In the past, Jiang Sihai had a business rival; they had a fallout over a piece of land, and the opponent hired a powerful Taoist from the Duodi Sect who claimed invincibility even to bullets. However, he was shot dead by Ye Shiru, a bullet to the head, and yet, this time, it was ineffective.

Li Yan felt as if a large piece of ice was pressed against his skin. Although the shadow was thin and gaunt, it possessed immense strength. Li Yan pulled twice, dislocating the joints before he could break free and fling his adversary far away, crashing into the wall before stopping, but when he saw the face clearly, Li Yan was taken aback.

That person wore black funeral attire, a melon-skinned cap, and his stiff face was utterly pale; it was Jin Boqing.

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Li Yan was a man with a cold heart, yet seeing someone he had chatted and laughed with days ago, a wise elder, now desecrated from grave-digging to this extent, he felt a strong physical discomfort and his disgust and killing intent towards Xue Wenhai and his associates surged even higher.

But suddenly, Xue Wenhai opened his eyes, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He pointed a finger, and a dazzling golden Compass appeared under Ye Shiru’s feet. A white dragon surged out from within the Compass, along Ye Shiru’s arm, and directly into Li Yan’s chest.

Li Yan felt an indescribable restlessness rising in his chest, followed by an intense burning pain, and eventually he couldn’t bear it, spitting out a mouthful of scorching blood.

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Hong Kongers are superstitious, especially the wealthy, and with the development of modern industrial architecture, various Feng Shui formations surpassing the imagination of the ancients abound. For example, HSBC Bank has a “Dragon Riding into the Sea” formation; Central has a “Nine Curves Incoming Water” formation,

Normally, Xue Wenhai would need to transfer just a whiff of the malevolent energy from these famous Feng Shui formations onto Ye Shiru to overwhelm other so-called “extraordinary figures.” Even with Qian Wu’s interference, today he successfully transferred the malevolence of a sea-entering white dragon from the Feng Shui Realm onto Ye Shiru. At least in Hong Kong, filled with Feng Shui formations, Xue Wenhai couldn’t see himself losing.

“Junior brother, it seems you’ve bet on the wrong horse.”

The red python spoke lazily as the light from the golden Spiritual Tortoise in front of it dimmed to nearly invisibility. The “Life Fiend” of the Taiji Noble was shrunk back, unable to emerge.

“Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If it weren’t for your reminder, I wouldn’t have specifically gone to Thailand to ask the White Dragon King to calculate the whereabouts of the Sanqi Noble.”

The Spiritual Tortoise raised its head, speaking in human tongue, “So, you already knew who the Sanqi Noble was?”

“Correct. I had someone detain him long ago, ensuring everything was foolproof before coming to the banquet. You stand no chance now.”

“It’s merely doing one’s best.”

With that said, Qian Wu stood up and charged at the red python once more.

“That kid’s finished; will you keep resisting futilely?”

“Take a good look before you talk!”

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