The King of Feng Shui

Zhang Yucheng, a man in his fifties, now wore makeup like a woman. His lips were blood-red, his face was caked with powder, and the overall effect was disturbingly eerie—like one of those paper effigies seen in funeral shops. His movements mimicked those of a woman, delicate and seductive, his fingers held in an orchid pose as he walked toward me and Zhang Yunyao.

Seeing her father like this filled Zhang Yunyao with terror. She instinctively leaned into me, trembling slightly.

As Zhang Yucheng drew closer, just a few steps away, he suddenly smiled with a twisted expression and spoke in a woman's voice:

"Do you think I look beautiful?"

"Very beautiful," I replied coldly.

"If I'm so beautiful, then why did you abandon me?" Zhang Yucheng's expression turned sorrowful. Tears welled up in his eyes, making him appear pitiful—almost heartbreaking.

If he were truly a beautiful woman, I might have softened. But as he was now—he reminded me of a grotesque parody, like a horror character. It was more revolting than pitiable.

Suddenly, a question struck me: could this woman be the owner of that vengeful bone we unearthed?

Why would she suddenly say such a thing?

Whoever sabotaged the Zhang family ancestral grave—what grudge did they hold so deep that they buried a woman's cursed remains there?

Judging by the bone, the woman had died violently, filled with resentment. It's likely that the person who tampered with the Zhang ancestral grave killed her, removed her skull, and buried it as a cursed object.

If that was true, then this was truly a heinous act.

Countless questions swirled in my mind, but there was no time to think.

Being possessed by a ghost can have severe consequences—ranging from illness to death—depending on how long the possession lasts and the strength of the spirit.

Without hesitation, I shoved Zhang Yunyao aside and lunged toward Zhang Yucheng. With the Ghost-Banishing Spell I'd been preparing, I stabbed toward him.

"Heaven and Earth boundless, I summon the powers of yin and yang!" I chanted.

Zhang Yucheng let out a shrill scream as his body was flung backward. The black aura surrounding him visibly faded.

Though most of my training under my master involved Feng Shui, I had also learned basic exorcism techniques. You have to. You can't deal with Feng Shui without encountering ghosts, demons, and curses.

The entity possessing Zhang Yucheng was clearly hurt and now looked at me with fear.

But it didn't leave his body. I pressed in again, casting hand signs and striking at him repeatedly.

However, the ghost was now alert and dodged my attacks with agility.

I struck several times but couldn't land another hit. By now, it had fled into the living room.

This wasn't working. I needed to end this quickly—there was still the ancestral grave issue waiting for me.

I reached into my coat and pulled out a Thunder Talisman—something my master had left me. It's incredibly powerful. Most spirits struck by it are instantly destroyed.

As the spirit turned in the living room, I flung the talisman. It stuck directly onto Zhang Yucheng's back.

A flash of blue lightning surged through him. He collapsed to the floor with a scream.

Black smoke billowed from his body, and to my shock, that smoke darted straight toward the unconscious Housekeeper Wang lying on the floor.

Wang had suffered a head injury and was still down.

As the black smoke entered him, he twitched and suddenly sat up with a sinister grin.

Was this some kind of joke?

I had just driven the spirit out of Zhang Yucheng, and now it possessed Housekeeper Wang? A vicious cycle.

Even more shocking, my master's Thunder Talisman hadn't destroyed the ghost. It was incredibly powerful—its resentment must be deep, giving it extraordinary strength. I hadn't expected such a formidable opponent my first time confronting one of these things alone.

Seeing Housekeeper Wang rise, I didn't attack immediately. Instead, I went to Zhang Yucheng and placed a protective charm on his chest to prevent re-possession.

Then I ran to Zhang Yunyao and gave her a similar talisman.

"Place it over your heart. Stay behind me."

Still frightened, she took the charm and obeyed.

Only then did I confront Housekeeper Wang, who now stared at me with that same eerie femininity.

"Had enough?" I asked coldly.

He laughed like a woman. "Not even close. I'll destroy every last member of the Zhang family. And since you've meddled, I'll kill you too."

"Big words. Hope you don't bite your tongue. Today I'll make sure you're completely annihilated."

Fury rose in me. I extended my hand and began drawing a talisman in my palm. A flash of gold light flared as the thunder symbol took shape. I charged.

The possessed Wang grabbed a chair and hurled it at me.

Luckily, I dodged it. The chair shattered against the floor.

He threw everything he could find—dishes, vases, whatever was nearby.

I charged through it all, though a teacup hit me in the forehead. The pain nearly made me tear up.

Still, I tackled him to the ground. My palm, glowing with the talisman's power, slammed into his chest.

His body convulsed violently. A moment later, black smoke poured out of him again, drifting toward Zhang Yunyao.

She couldn't see it—only felt a sudden chill.

But when the smoke neared her, it recoiled like it had hit something terrifying and immediately fled toward the door, disappearing in seconds.

I hadn't been able to trap the spirit earlier because of the throbbing pain in my head where the cup hit me. Now that things calmed down, it hurt even more. I felt a massive lump forming.

That ghost hit hard—the cup shattered.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled out another protective charm and stuck it on Housekeeper Wang's chest. Then I slumped to the floor, gasping.

At least I had driven it away—for now.

Zhang Yunyao finally came to her senses. She knelt beside me and asked, "Young Master Wu, are you hurt?"

She gently wiped the blood from my forehead with a tissue. The wound wasn't serious—just scraped skin.

Seeing her close-up, she was truly beautiful.

"I'm fine," I said. "It was the vengeful spirit attached to the bone we found earlier. I doubt this is the end of it."

She looked worried. "You've done so much for our family, Young Master Wu…"

"It's nothing. I'm being paid to resolve this curse."

Just then, we heard a groan. Zhang Yucheng, still weak, stirred and sat up, looking around in confusion.

"What happened? Why am I lying here?"

"Dad!" Zhang Yunyao ran to him. "Uncle Wang called to say something was wrong. When we got back from the ancestral grave, you were possessed. Young Master Wu drove the ghost away."

Zhang Yucheng looked from her to me, baffled. He couldn't remember anything—typical for someone who's been possessed.

"Mr. Zhang," I asked, "do you remember anything before we arrived?"

He rubbed his head, thinking. "We had dinner after coming back from the grave. Then you two left again. I felt dizzy from my high blood pressure, so I lay down. Not long after, I felt like a woman was whispering to me, but I couldn't understand what she said… then nothing."

That checked out. The dark aura he inhaled earlier must not have been completely removed.

From what the ghost said, it held a serious grudge against the Zhang family.

And there's no such thing as hate without reason. If the family had done nothing wrong, the ghost wouldn't seek revenge.

I looked him in the eye and asked sternly:

"Mr. Zhang, please be honest. Have you offended anyone recently—especially a young woman? If you're not honest, I can't help you."

He was startled, then replied, "Young Master Wu, I swear, I haven't offended anyone—especially not a woman! I wouldn't lie to you."

He didn't seem to be lying… so what was the truth?

Before I could ponder further, my phone rang. It was Uncle Huzi.

As soon as I picked up, he shouted, "Young Master, big trouble! Zhang Yunliang refused to stop the workers—he insisted they dig up all the coffins in the ancestral tomb. They've already started!"

"You didn't stop him?" I said, panicked. "This is dangerous!"

"I tried! Even fought him! But he said it's their family business and told me to mind my own. He's in a rush to get home."

"Uncle Huzi, whatever it takes—stop them! That burial ground could trigger a corpse transformation. People could die!"

Zhang Yunliang… that spoiled brat! I'd barely left and he pulled this stunt.

"I'll do my best. But you better come quick—he's offering the workers more money to keep going."

"I'm on my way." I hung up and turned to Zhang Yunyao. "Drive me to the ancestral grave. Now!"

Zhang Yucheng had overheard some of the call. His face darkened. "That brat Yunliang again?"

"He's not causing trouble—he's practically committing murder. I need to stop him. Zhang, please take me."

"That ungrateful son! I should've strangled him at birth!" Zhang Yucheng cursed, trying to get up.

But he was too weak to stand.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. We'll go."

Yunyao and I rushed out of the courtyard.

But the moment I stepped outside, dizziness overwhelmed me. My heart pounded uncontrollably.

I let out a groan and collapsed.

"Young Master Wu? Young Master Wu, are you alright?" Zhang Yunyao's voice faded in my ears.

As my consciousness dimmed, an image surfaced in my mind—a fox with eight tails.

Then the fox transformed into a stunning woman, who stared at me solemnly and said:

"Don't go."