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According to feng shui, the presence of the deceased brings prosperity.

Initially, he didn't believe it.

Ever since the construction of the Prosperous Dragon Building began, numerous bizarre incidents occurred, followed by a tragic landslide that claimed scores of lives. Officially, twenty-four casualties were reported, but the actual number was far higher.

Many more perished, their deaths concealed by him as they were secretly buried.

Throughout the construction until its completion, roughly sixty people lost their lives.

As the strange occurrences intensified, he grew concerned that they might affect property sales. He consulted a feng shui master, planning to set up an Eight Coffins Ghost Suppression Formation, a ritual known to harm the health of residents. However, he didn't mind, as he wasn't the one living there.

Only after the building was fully completed did he gradually realize that the more deaths there were, the better his fortune became.

He secured the land for development in Mong Kok and profited from short-selling stocks, amassing two hundred million cash.

In comparison, the negative publicity surrounding the Prosperous Dragon Building and its abandonment were negligible matters.

After all, the more deaths there were, the more advantageous it was for him.

Upon discovering this, Cui Xin called off the Ghost Suppression Bureau. It turned out that the final coffin wasn't melted by a rune; instead, it had never been painted in the first place.

Suddenly.

His secretary received a call and conveyed the message, "Boss, the owner of Wanglong Building has brought in a feng shui master to dig up the square. They're also planning to set up a new Ghost Suppression Bureau."

"What?!" Cui Xin sat up straight, his eyes filled with hostility as his expression darkened. "Quick, get the car ready! I'm going to the scene!"

He would absolutely not allow anyone to tamper with the blessed feng shui of Wanglong Building!

A few hours passed.

The formation was finally completed.

Mu Rongshan instructed his men to bury the coffins. He looked at Uncle Li and, with a finger lifting the whiskers at the corner of his mouth, he adopted an air of a sage and said, "Now that the coffins have been buried and the Ghost Suppression Bureau has been restored, your building will no longer experience any strange occurrences."

Uncle Li cautiously asked, "What about the suicides?"

Mu Rongshan appeared even more confident and declared straightforwardly, "There won't be any more incidents of people jumping off the building. Rest assured, the curse that caused eight deaths a year at the Wanglong Building has been lifted starting from today."

Upon hearing that no one else would die, everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief and live their lives without constant fear.

Uncle Li's wrinkled eyes welled up with tears. "That's good. My son was one of the eight last year. If we couldn't save him, it's still good to be able to save others."

Yu Jiqing was surprised and momentarily at a loss for words as to how to comfort the old man. "Uncle Li, don't worry. The two masters have said that there won't be any more deaths, so there definitely won't be."

Uncle Li shook his head in a daze. "Thank you, Masters. I'll go to the restaurant right away to make arrangements for a banquet. After the masters have worked hard all day, they can eat before heading back."

"Having a meal is fine. Laborers deserve their share. As for those who didn't help throughout…" Mu Rongshan glanced at Chu Yuening, who was still seated, and sneered. "Is there a need to invite them?"

Chu Yuening stood up with a bottle of mineral water and smiled. "The problem hasn't been fully resolved yet. How do you know that I wasn't busy?"

Mu Rongshan laughed out of frustration. "The exorcism formation has been set up. Can't you see it?"

"That the exorcism formation is complete doesn't mean that no one will jump off the building," Chu Yuening said calmly.

"It's impossible," Mu Rongshan's face darkened. "In the past, people jumped off the building to fill the eight coffins. Now that the formation is complete, there won't be any more deaths."

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

A blood-curdling scream echoed from the rooftop of the skyscraper.

"A'Jie, don't do something rash!"

The shrill cry pierced through the air.

All eyes turned in unison.

On the edge of the building's rooftop stood a man teetering on the brink, dressed in a brown suit with a disheveled hairstyle—none other than the one who had just collided with Wei Yanlin.

Another suicide attempt was unfolding.

Uncle Li exclaimed in fear, "It's A'Jie! Master, didn't you say that there wouldn't be any more jumpers? What's happening now?"

Mu Rongshan was equally bewildered, clueless about the situation.

Up on the rooftop.

A'Jie's mother stood by, her eyes brimming with tears as she reached out tremblingly towards the rooftop. "Be good, A'Jie. I know you're under pressure. Your father passed away when he was building that square. I only have you left, don't leave me behind."

Lost in his thoughts, A'Jie stood on the edge of the rooftop, swaying precariously with the wind.

Yu Jiqing rushed over and called out anxiously, "Sir, don't do anything rash! Jumping will definitely kill you. You mustn't jump!"

A'Jie exuded an aura of malevolence.

Zhang Shikai shook his head in disbelief. "No, it can't be. The Ghost Suppression Formation was clearly set up. How could he still be influenced to the point of jumping?"

Didn't this mean that the Ghost Suppression Formation he had just done was useless?

No.

He couldn't have been wrong.

The strange occurrences at the Prosperous Dragon Building were clearly the result of a vengeful spirit's retaliation.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yu Jiqing quickly pulled out his phone to call for help. In his panic, he noticed Chu Yuening following behind and hurriedly asked, "Master Chu, the Ghost Suppression Formation was already in place. Why did someone still die?"

The rooftop was swirled with a chilling wind.

Chu Yuening's skirt fluttered in the gust, her gaze icy as she gazed at the surging black aura beneath the concrete. It seemed to extend countless dark tendrils, gripping tightly onto A'Jie's back and pushing him away relentlessly.

"The Ghost Suppression Bureau isn't the issue; it's this commercial building's entrance. It directly faces the Gate of Hell."

Gate of Hell!

Mu Rongshan's eyes widened in astonishment. "Nonsense!"

No sooner had he spoken than a more intense wave of malevolent energy rushed over. The chilly wind seeped into people's skin, as if freezing their very marrow.

Chu Yuening paid no heed. With two fingers, she drew a talisman from her pocket, pressing it against her forehead. Gazing straight ahead, she recited an incantation and opened her eyes. "In the name of soldiers, fighters, and those arrayed in formation, advance! Go!"

With a whoosh, a beam of yellow light shot forward swiftly.

The moment the talisman flew out, the two masters were struck as if by lightning, stunned on the spot.

Zhang Shikai spoke with a sour tone, "She... She's controlling the talisman with her qi."

"No... It can't be." Mu Rongshan found it inconceivable. How could a technique recorded in ancient texts have appeared here?