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Yu Jiqing leaned closer. "Uncle Li, does this mean eight people die here every year?"

"Yes," Uncle Li replied, forming an 'eight' with his hand. "Not more, not less. Eight every year. It's a steadfast rule of the Wanglong Building that has persisted for forty years."

Forty years!

Everyone gasped in unison.

Didn't that mean hundreds had died from jumping off the building alone?

Yu Jiqing looked around in fear. Seeing paper scraps fluttering in mid-air, he shuddered despite the calm breeze.

It was bizarre that a plastic bag could be lifted by such a gentle wind.

"What exactly happened here back then?"

Lost in thought, Uncle Li recounted, "Forty years ago, construction of the Wanglong Plaza began. For the first few months, everything went smoothly on site. But one day, there was a severe collapse, resulting in the deaths of twenty-four workers. The developers were afraid that so many casualties would affect property sales, so they spent money to cover it up."

"The boss of the developer wasn't willing to pay generous compensation to the victims' families. Many came to protest, and some even died on the spot from grief."

"Perhaps this is the reason why Wanglei Tower is so eerie. Later on, when the properties were released for sale, both the shops and apartments were snatched up immediately. Unaware of the truth, people moved in."

Uncle Li gazed at the column resembling incense and sighed, "You have no idea, many of those who bought these apartments were workers who came to Hong Kong for work. They saved their hard-earned money for half their lives, only to invest it all in these buildings, believing they finally had a home in Victoria Harbor."

"Little did they know, the nightmare was just beginning."

"In the first year after moving in, there were eight people who jumped off the building, all from the same spot."

Uncle Li pointed at the rooftop of the opposite tower, "That's the building right there."

Chu Yuening asked, "Did they not change the location?"

Uncle Li shook his head, "At first, everyone didn't take it seriously. After all, suicides happen everywhere. But in the second and third years, more and more people kept jumping. It was always eight every year."

"The situation was too bizarre. The public believed it was the spirits of the deceased workers seeking revenge. They became afraid of Wanglei Tower, and with no foot traffic, businesses couldn't survive. Eventually, the building was abandoned."

Wei Yanlin inquired, "Uncle Li, if the tower has had continuous annual deaths, why didn't anyone move out?"

Uncle Li's face twisted into a bitter expression as he shook his head, his loose skin quivering, "Those who could afford to leave, already did. Those left behind are neighbors who couldn't move. Everyone had spent all their savings to buy these apartments, hoping for a place to rely on in their old age."

"Given the bizarre occurrences, the building can't be sold nor vacated. Everyone can only console one another, believing that the eight unfortunate individuals each year won't include themselves."

Uncle Li looked at Yu Jiqing and said, "We've even pooled money to hire feng shui experts, but they couldn't solve the issue. We hope this program can lend us a hand this time."

With a wry smile, he continued, "We've been living in constant fear for far too long."

No one knew which eight people would meet their demise in the new year.

Seeing Uncle Li's distress, Yu Jiqing felt his heart ache. He patted the old man's shoulder reassuringly. "Uncle, don't worry. We have Hong Kong's best feng shui masters here. They'll surely help us uncover the cause."

Except for Guang Deye, who was lying on a stretcher.

The other three feng shui experts had already begun examining the site.

Mu Rongshan stood on the steps, taking in the layout of the square. He declared, "This place has been arranged with a formation."

Zhang Shikai pulled out a compass, scanning the area before agreeing, "Master Mu is correct. There indeed seems to be a formation set up here."

"A formation? What kind of formation?" Yu Jiqing followed their inspection, asking, "There's a formation here?"

Zhang Shikai stepped into the center of the plaza, "Look, what is this?"

Yu Jiqing approached, astonished, "It's actually a Bagua diagram?"

Chu Yuening, upon seeing the large Bagua pattern formed by red bricks on the ground, then looking up at the pillar-like structures resembling incense, declared, "An Eight Coffin Ghost Suppression Formation."

As soon as she spoke.

Zhang Shikai furrowed his brow, holding his breath.

Eight Coffin Ghost Suppression Formation.

Even he, after decades of deep study in feng shui formations, wouldn't have been certain at first glance. It wasn't until he noticed the column-like structures resembling incense and the Bagua diagram in the center of the plaza that he could confirm it.

Yet, Chu Yuening had seen through it at a single glance.

Could it be that she has truly reached the level of a Grand Master?

No, it couldn't be possible.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

Wei Yanlin also followed suit, the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. He fished out an array book from his chest and flipped through it for quite a while before finally finding the diagram of the Eight Coffins Ghost Suppression Formation. Aligning it with the direction of the buildings,

He suddenly realized, "Indeed, my master once mentioned that the Eight Coffins Ghost Suppression Formation is a last resort method, only to be used when there's no other option. It can suppress evil spirits, but at the cost of harming the health of those living within. It's not usually allowed to be used."

"From the looks of it, something really sinister is going on in the Wanglong Building."

Suddenly,

A young man walked over with his head lowered, bumping into Wei Yanlin.

The man had his head down, dressed in a brown suit with a briefcase in hand, his tie loosely draped around his neck.

"Ah Jie," Uncle Li called out.

The man still didn't lift his head, his face expressionless as if he were a zombie walking into the building.

"Ai," Uncle Li shook his head, apologizing to Wei Yanlin, "Sorry, young man, Ah Jie didn't mean it. His company has been laying off staff recently, so he's under a lot of pressure."

"No problem." Wei Yanlin shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off the dust from his shoulders.