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Chu Yuening watched as the man, brimming with malevolence, entered the building, and gradually withdrew her gaze.

Chapter 151

"The issue lies with the coffins."

Mu Rongshan put away the compass. "The Eight Coffins to Subdue Ghosts is an exorcism feng shui formation. Yet, despite this, Wangleung Tower still loses eight lives every year. Clearly, it's not functioning as an exorcist charm."

Zhang Shikai concurred, his expression grave. "There must be something wrong with the formation. Master Yu, to solve this, we'll need to call in a team to break open the concrete floor."

"No problem," Yu Jiqing said, unbuttoning his suit jacket to retrieve a cell phone from his pocket. He walked aside to contact the construction team.

In no time at all.

The construction crew arrived at the scene.

After Uncle Li negotiated with the owners of Wangleung Tower, the team began their work.

Amidst the mechanical clamor, the octagonal tiles were lifted to reveal the soil beneath, and excavation continued. Before long, eight crimson wooden coffins emerged from the dark pit, each facing one of the eight directions, forming the pattern of the Bagua.

Yu Jiqing couldn't help but get goosebumps seeing that there were indeed eight coffins uncovered.

As the coffins were unearthed, a chilly wind began to swirl in the air, resembling a vortex of malevolent energy.

The temperature around them dropped significantly.

Chu Yuening watched silently, then turned to Wei Yanlin and said, "This formation is off. Check the coffin in the Zhen position."

The coffins were arranged according to the Bagua positions, with Zhen representing the direction of thunder in the east.

Mu Rongshan and Zhang Shikai were still meticulously inspecting each coffin.

Seeing the camera focused on Chu Yuening, Mu Rongshan assumed she was trying to steal the spotlight and sneered, "Young Friend Chu, feng shui formations are different from fortune-telling. They require diligent study to understand. You can't just point out problems randomly and expect them to be valid."

"I admit I'm not as skilled in fortune-telling as you. But when it comes to feng shui, I have expertise, and Master Zhang is even more knowledgeable. If he didn't spot any issues, how could you identify a problem without even coming down for a look?"

Mu Rongshan sneered, finding it hard to believe.

The atmosphere grew tense once more.

Yu Jiqing wiped the sweat from his forehead, contemplating how to diffuse the situation when...

Suddenly, Wei Yanlin, having inspected the coffin from below the stairs, looked up in astonishment. "There really is something wrong with this coffin."

With those words, Mu Rongshan's expression took on a myriad of hues, a fascinating display of emotions.

He exchanged a suspicious glance with Zhang Shikai before they both leaned in for a closer look.

Observing closely, each of the other mahogany coffins bore golden runes etched upon their lids, yet the one in the Thunder position remained eerily bare.

Zhang Shikai gently touched the damp coffin lid and then pulled out a compass. The needle within it spun slowly. After surveying his surroundings, he concluded, "This place is heavily saturated with Yin energy; it's an extremely Yin site. The previous feng shui master lacked the necessary skill, and the charm they drew wasn't stable enough, thus dissolving after being buried."

Upon Zhang Shikai's explanation, Yu Jiqing grasped the meaning. "Master Zhang means that the reason the Ghost Suppression Bureau's methods were ineffective is because there are no talismans on this coffin?"

"Yes." Zhang Shikai climbed out of the pit and instructed his disciples to prepare the tools for painting the array. "The Eight Coffins Ghost Suppression Formation is an exorcism technique that harmonizes with the underground Eight Trigram layout, aiming to suppress malevolent spirits beneath the earth. Due to the missing runes, this formation was incomplete and unintentionally fueled the ghost's malevolence."

"Eight deaths in a year," Yu Jiqing mused. Suddenly, he looked up, realization dawning on him. "There are eight coffins as well. Could it be that the eight who died were meant to fill those coffins?"

"Eight empty coffins are bound to be occupied," sighed Zhang Shikai. "The geomancer probably didn't anticipate this loophole. The formation, instead of protecting people, has caused more harm." Addressing Yu Jiqing, he continued, "To save more lives, I need to perform the ritual and redraw the formation. No one must disturb us."

Understanding the dangers of interruptions during the geomancy, Yu Jiqing promptly replied, "Master Zhang, please rest assured. I'll make sure no one interferes."

Chu Yuening took out her compass, and its needle spun wildly before pointing at the skyscraper. Looking in that direction, she saw a dark portal directly opposite the building's entrance, from which an abundance of malevolent energy emanated.

Turning to Zhang Shikai, who had already descended into the pit, she decided to share her insight. "Master Zhang, the issue doesn't lie with the eight coffins."

"Whether or not they're suppressed, the deceased workers never intended to harm anyone."

Zhang Shikai disagreed. "Young Miss Chu, ghosts lack reason. The workers' tragic deaths on site have bred immense resentment. As cultivators, we should show compassion and uphold justice. You're still young; your mercy shouldn't be wasted here. If left unsealed, they will cause more harm in the future."

Mu Rongshan, taking the cinnabar from his disciple, also chided, "If you're not going to help, at least don't hinder us."

Chu Yuening spoke calmly, "Very well, carry on. I'll watch."

Accepting the bottle of water offered by Wei Yanlin, she found a chair beside the pit and sat, observing the two masters as they worked tirelessly, their faces now dirtied by the soil.

An hour passed.

Mu Rongshan was exhausted and disheveled, only to look up and see Chu Yuening not only looking pristine but also enjoying fruit while watching them work as if they were monkeys in a zoo.

His anger surged, nearly choking him.

Were they here to work?

In his eyes, they were on a public-funded picnic!

In a towering skyscraper in Tsim Sha Tsui, all the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn shut, casting the room into a gloomy atmosphere.

At the center of the office sat a middle-aged man – the developer of the Wong Lung Building.

The secretary entered, placing a newspaper on the desk and asking with concern, "Chairman, the news about the Wong Lung Building has been getting more absurd lately. Should we intervene?"

Cui Xin picked up the newspaper, seeing the headline 'Wong Lung Building Becomes a Ghost Town' on the front page. He chuckled. "There's no need to pay attention. I don't rely on the Wong Lung Building for profit."