The chilling aura emanating from the spear pierced through the man's body, pinning him to the ground.
His body twitched a few times, and then he died.
"A family should travel together, right?"
Yang Cheng walked over and pulled the Soul-Severing Spear from the corpse.
"Awen, where is the headquarters of the Feng Shui Masters Association? Arrange a driver to take me there."
Although Gui Laowen had witnessed Yang Cheng's actions more than once, he was still incredibly shocked at this moment.
After a moment of surprise, Gui Laowen quickly made a phone call to arrange a driver.
The ghostly Taoist priest asked cautiously, "Sir, are you saying that these people from the Underworld were sent by those two guys from the Feng Shui Masters Association to kill you?"
Yang Cheng said coldly, "I've only been back for a few days. Apart from the Feng Shui Masters Association, I haven't offended anyone else. Who else could it be but them?"
Do they really think I'm a law-abiding citizen just because I work for the police? If they want to die, I'll grant their wish!
Yang Cheng didn't take action against the Feng Shui Masters Association during the day because the police were all there, and such an occasion was not suitable for large-scale killings.
He also needed the help of the police, so he didn't want to make things difficult for Chen Wenyao.
Moreover, after Gui Laowen brought Lin Dongsheng out, the two of them wisely gave in, and Yang Chengben thought that the matter was over.
I never expected them to dare to pull such a dirty trick in the dark; they're practically courting death.
Previously, whether in the Great Zhou World or the Tower World, Yang Cheng needed to consider the consequences or make arrangements in advance before taking action against any force.
But that's not necessary here.
The meaning of the cycle of reincarnation is very clear: as long as you complete the task, you can cause as much trouble as you want in the cycle of reincarnation, and it doesn't matter if you kill your fellow travelers.
Therefore, as long as the task is completed, what you do is not important; the result is what matters.
After taking the head of the Taoist priest, Yang Cheng headed straight for the headquarters of the Feng Shui Masters Association, his face contorted with murderous intent.
The headquarters of the Hong Kong Feng Shui Masters Association is located in the Repulse Bay villa area.
Nestled amidst mountains and water, this place boasts excellent feng shui, making it a popular residential area for many wealthy individuals.
The Feng Shui Masters Association has built a quaint villa area here, complete with pavilions, terraces, gardens, and waterside pavilions, resembling the Jiangnan region.
At this moment, in the very center of the Feng Shui Masters Association, an elderly man in his sixties, dressed in a white robe, was preparing tea. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, a truly pleasing sight.
The old man handed the tea to a handsome young man in his early thirties across from him, who had a natural and elegant demeanor, and said, "Mr. Han, how about trying this cup of tea?"
The young man downed the tea in one gulp, smiled, and said, "Good tea! Chairman Lin is not only an expert in feng shui and the I Ching, but I never expected him to be so proficient in the art of tea as well."
The old man in front of me is Lin Huaisheng, the current president of the Feng Shui Masters Association and the most outstanding Feng Shui master in Hong Kong.
In terms of reputation, Lin Huaisheng is not as well-known as association directors such as Cai Boyan and Chen Boqing.
Because he rarely takes action, and what is needed to get him to do something is not money, but all sorts of strange items.
But every time Lin Huaisheng made a move, he was able to turn the impossible into the possible, earning him the title of a god on earth.
It is said that once Lin Huaisheng took a fancy to a broken bowl belonging to a beggar on the street. He promised to grant the beggar one wish if he could give him the bowl.
The beggar gave him a bowl, but he wanted to become a billionaire and live a life of great wealth and honor.
In just five years, a beggar who couldn't even afford food changed his fate against all odds. With the help of countless benefactors and numerous opportunities and good fortune along the way, he actually became a clothing tycoon in Hong Kong with a net worth of hundreds of millions.
Lin Huaisheng smiled and said, "If I said that the thing I've devoted the most of my life to is the art of tea, I wonder if Mr. Han would believe me?"
Mr. Han nodded and said, "I believe you, of course I believe you."
Some things are difficult for some but easy for others. Chairman Lin, your expertise in Feng Shui is truly remarkable, so you certainly don't need to put in too much effort.
Therefore, they don't have much talent in other areas, and they have to put in a lot of hard work to achieve anything.
Chairman Lin, I've been here for many days now. You should have made up your mind by now, right?
The supernatural is reviving; a hundred ghosts roam the night.
This seemingly prosperous Hong Kong has become a living hell at night, filled with evil spirits and ghosts.
"Feng shui only exists in the human world. When death is everywhere, the Feng Shui Association will only be able to find burial sites for people."
Chairman Lin paused for a moment as he prepared the tea, his brow furrowing slightly as he hesitated.
Just then, an astonishing aura of malevolence emanated from outside the Feng Shui Masters Association, interrupting Chairman Lin's contemplation. The two of them looked outside at the same time.
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