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The vision flickers in and out, and dead silence and noise alternate constantly.

My head hurt so much that it seemed like it was going to explode, and everything in front of me and in my ears became blurry.

"What are you doing! You said it would be okay, is this what you said it would be okay?! Are you kidding me!"

"What's wrong with Brother Qi? You three are all capable when you are with him, and now you say you don't know?"

I heard the voices of the thin man and the fat man.

"You two talk to Lynch's parents first and tell them not to worry."

Chen Xiaoqiu's voice.

"Lynch...when will he wake up?"

Guo Yujie's voice.

I felt a hand pressing against my forehead, its palm rough. Those voices just faded away.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

I felt like I was locked in a narrow, dark box that was still moving.

There was a heavy sound outside, which sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere.

"Mr. Su, do you mean to bury this thing under the ground?"

I moved my body and felt very strange, like a ball of cotton unfurling and floating out of the small box, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

Ahead is a construction site where piling is being driven. The metallic thump I heard was the sound of the pile driver.

"It's not buried in the ground, it's sealed inside the pile, the Zhuangzi in the middle."

I turned around and saw an elegant-looking man. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, and he was holding a small wooden box in his hand. The man had an obvious yin energy, but I didn't see any ghosts around him. Maybe he just encountered a ghost somewhere.

I scanned my surroundings blankly.

This place is strange to me, and the clothes of the people around me are also strange to me.

After looking around, I looked towards the river bank on the other side. The riverbanks were ugly and dirty, with piles of silt and construction debris. There is construction going on. On the other side of the river are low buildings. The architectural style is from the last century, which is also strange to me.

But looking at the river, then turning around and looking at the place where the piles were being driven, I gradually figured out where this place was.

This is Binjiang Avenue, that river is Luoqujiang River, and the place under construction...

My heart is pounding.

I should have gone back to the beginning of the construction of Junli Hotel. As long as I destroy all of this, I can change the future and my present, right?

I felt a pull that forced me to fly forward, flying to the side of the man holding the box.

"Mr. Su, do you want to seal this in?"

The man nodded affirmatively.

After a group of people confirmed it, no one objected.

This man is incompatible with the construction workers around him, and everyone around him respects him. After he spoke, someone started to get busy.

The man also opened the box and took out the items stored inside.

After I saw it, I couldn't help but be stunned.

It was a bowl, a porcelain bowl, blue and white porcelain, and the pattern printed on it was a figure, or a pattern I had seen before. Old people, children, women, men... I circled around Mr. Su and looked at the patterns on the bowl. The more I looked, the more frightened I became.

I was right, the pattern was the same as the pattern I saw on the cornucopia! Not exactly the same, but each painting has the same theme.

The porcelain bowl was handed over to a worker by Mr. Su, and I hurriedly followed him.

This must be the key to the formation at Junli Hotel. Regardless of whether it has anything to do with the cornucopia or not, I should destroy it now!

I reached out to the worker and my fingers touched the cold porcelain bowl.

My heart is filled with joy. If I can touch it, then I can definitely put it...

Well!

I felt severe pain in my arm. I turned my head and saw Mr. Su. He grabbed my arm and stared at me in shock.

I panicked all of a sudden and my mind went blank. Except for "Game", no one has ever caught me in a dream like this!

"Mr. Su, what's wrong?"

The people around looked at Mr. Su strangely.

Mr. Su's fingers were still curled, grasping my arm that was invisible to others and invisible to me. He slowly retracted his hand, which was so strong that I had to cooperate with his movements and squat down awkwardly.

"It's nothing, I just looked dazzled. Go and do your work." Mr. Su said.

"Oh." The workers walked away hesitantly.

"No! We can't let that bowl-" I shouted.

Mr. Su lowered his head and found my exact location.

He can indeed see me!

"What on earth are you? A ghost?" Mr. Su asked in a low voice.

I was confused again.

Because Mr. Su's lips didn't move, his voice was... ventriloquism?

"What do you want to do?" Mr. Su narrowed his eyes.

I felt the strength on my arms getting stronger, and what was growing in my heart was not fear, but anger.

"The house you built has killed people! It has killed four people and raised the spirit of a building!"

I couldn't contain my emotions.

This thing has killed people, this man-made thing has killed people, and it will continue to kill!

Does this man know what he is doing? Or, he just knew it and did it on purpose.

Thinking of this, I wanted to break away from that man even more.

"This is a Feng Shui array to attract wealth. Are you trying to trick me?" Mr. Su spoke in ventriloquism, laughing in his throat. He took my arm and turned around to walk to the wooden hut next to where the workers rested.

"I'm going to sit down for a while. Call me when you're done." Mr. Su said to a worker and walked into the board room.

After closing the door, he took out a small and exquisite snuff bottle from the inner pocket of his clothes.

I looked at the snuff bottle as if it were something I saw in a museum. I didn't know if it was an antique, but I knew it was worth a lot.

Mr. Su held the snuff bottle and opened the lid with his thumb.

I thought of all kinds of fantasy plots for a while. No matter what this snuff bottle is used for, judging from Mr. Su's attitude towards me, what happens next is definitely not good for me!

I began to struggle.

Mr. Su held my hand like an iron vice. He only glanced at my movements with disdain and muttered something to the snuff bottle.

I'm even more anxious.

Suddenly, I thought about my abilities.

Not only can I enter dreams and see other people's past, I can also reverse the time of people or objects I encounter!

I grabbed Mr. Su with my backhand and the snuff bottle in Mr. Su’s hand with my other hand.

In an instant, I saw many complicated pictures. Those fragments passed through my mind, which were a person's life in the past year.

The flashback scene made me need to think a bit before I could understand it.

His name is Su Cheng. His ancestor was the earliest tomb robber. He dug out many grave objects and made a fortune. He also learned some Feng Shui techniques and accumulated many treasures. However, with several wars and changes in times, the Su family has only a few antiques left in the house, and the rest are almost the same as ordinary people's homes.

Su Cheng majored in architecture, graduated from a prestigious university, and studied abroad. After returning to China, he started a career as an architect and quickly became famous in the industry. However, he soon fell into a bottleneck. His previous creations seemed to be just A moment of inspiration that cannot be reproduced. Under such circumstances, Su Cheng accidentally rummaged through the collection at home and saw another brand-new world.

The Junli Hotel was a desperate decision by Suzhou City. A building that is ordinary in terms of design is completely incomparable with Sioux City’s past award-winning works. With this building, he wanted to establish a new reputation, not as an architect, but as the God of Wealth. Otherwise, he will be reduced to a third-rate designer and can only design boxy residential buildings throughout his life.

He persuaded his family and took out the antique bowl in the family, which was the celadon bowl I saw before.

"Go away!" Su Cheng suddenly shouted, interrupting the fragment in my mind.

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