Chapter 159: Is There a Ghost?

As you wish, the fifth feng shui formation has arrived. Go ahead and try to break it, let's see how long it takes you.

Li Sichen released his hold on the fish tank and gently patted it. Just moments ago, when Feng Yong broke the fourth feng shui formation, Li Sichen had slightly shifted the position of the large fish tank in the Cheng family's living room. Consequently, the feng shui inside the villa immediately underwent a new transformation.

Busy with deciphering the formations, Feng Yong and Zhu Ziming failed to notice Li Sichen's action. As for the others, they were currently in complete disarray, distracted by the remaining bugs crawling all over the villa; how could they possibly have the mood to pay attention to Li Sichen?

Only Cheng Haoyu noticed him.

It is this brat playing tricks, it is definitely him... Cheng Haoyu's mouth hung open in shock, roaring internally: I saw it with my own eyes. The moment the fourth feng shui formation was broken, he ran over and moved the fish tank. Immediately after, the fifth feng shui formation appeared. In this world, how could there be such a coincidence? The moment he moved the fish tank, he must have been altering the feng shui layout!

Just a moment earlier, Cheng Haoyu had believed that the feng shui formations had nothing to do with Li Sichen. But now, having witnessed Li Sichen's bizarre action with his own eyes, he instantly overturned his previous judgment.

No wonder this brat dared to boast that he would ruin our Cheng family within seven days. It turns out he wasn't just blowing hot air; he actually has that ability! Thinking of this, Cheng Haoyu felt a chill wash over his entire body. He whipped around and sprinted toward Feng Yong and Zhu Ziming.

At that moment, Feng Yong and Zhu Ziming were still trapped in shock and disbelief.

Good heavens, there really is a fifth feng shui formation! Which grandmaster of feng shui could have possibly set this up? Was it Guo Pu of the Sanhe Sect? Or Liao Lisheng of the Jiuxing Sect? Or perhaps Zhao Fengyi of the Gua Li Sect? Zhu Ziming's mouth gaped as he exclaimed repeatedly.

Every single name he uttered belonged to a legendary grandmaster within the various schools of feng shui. In Zhu Ziming's view, only such grandmaster-level figures could possibly establish a five-link interlocking feng shui formation!

Even Feng Yong shared this belief: A five-link feng shui formation! Whoever managed to set this up is absolute a feng shui grandmaster, and can only be a feng shui grandmaster!

Given Feng Yong's skill, setting up a single feng shui formation was easy and straightforward, and a two-link formation presented no difficulty either. A three-link formation was slightly more troublesome, while a four-link formation was quite challenging. As for a five-link feng shui formation, it required him to give it his absolute all just to bring it into existence.

Precisely because he understood the immense difficulty of a five-link feng shui formation, Feng Yong and Zhu Ziming's shock far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Unfortunately, both of them had guessed wrong.

The formation Li Sichen had originally laid down in the Cheng family residence was merely a two-link feng shui formation. As for the subsequent three links, he had added them on the spur of the moment. And this ability to instantly construct feng shui formations using whatever objects happened to be at hand was far more difficult and challenging than pre-arranging a four-link or five-link formation!

Standing nearby, Cheng Qiang cried out with a miserable expression: Master Feng, stop being shocked! Hurry up and find a way to break this feng shui formation!

At this moment, he was genuinely terrified.

At the same time, he simply could not fathom whom he could possibly have offended to warrant someone hiring such a formidable feng shui master to deal with him!

Just then, Cheng Haoyu ran over, his face pale with terror. I... I... he panted, desperately trying to blurt out his discovery.

Haoyu, don't get in Master Feng's way of breaking the formation! Not knowing what his son was up to and terrified that he might disrupt Feng Yong's efforts, Cheng Qiang barked a sharp command to stop him.

Cheng Haoyu hurriedly said: No, I made a discovery...

However, before he could even finish his sentence, Cheng Qiang cut him off: What discovery could you possibly have made? Get over here and stop causing trouble! Is this any time for you to mess around?

Feng Yong also glared at him, roaring: Can't you see I'm trying to figure out how to break the formation? Get lost!

By this point, Feng Yong had completely lost his patience and composure. He was being driven to the brink of madness by these endless, continuous feng shui formations.

I really did make a discovery...

Cheng Haoyu felt as though he was on the verge of tears. He never imagined that when he had finally made a crucial discovery, others would refuse even to listen.

This is too heartbreaking! Can we still play happily together in the future?

Depressed as he was, Cheng Haoyu still felt he had to share this vital discovery. Ignoring the attempts of Cheng Qiang and Feng Yong to stop him, he persisted: I know who...

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a wave of biting cold air wash over him from all directions.

Immediately following that, he shivered violently, the words dying in his throat. Then, his expression instantly contorted into one of extreme terror as he pointed ahead and shrieked: A ghost... A ghost! His eyes rolled back, and a muffled choking sound rose from his throat before he collapsed stiffly onto the floor, passing out cold.

A ghost?

What on earth is going on here?

Could it be that aside from the terrifying feng shui formations, this villa is also haunted? Do things really have to be this miserable? Must misfortunes always come in pairs like this?

The single word shrieked by Cheng Haoyu before he lost consciousness drained the color from everyone's faces and made their legs shake uncontrollably.

Cheng Qiang rushed to his son's side. While frantically calling out Cheng Haoyu's name, he turned to Feng Yong with a look of desperate panic and asked: Master Feng, what... what is happening here? Could it be that my house is really haunted after all?

Feng Yong shook his head: You must believe in science! There are no ghosts in this world!

Hearing the phrase believe in science come out of the mouth of a feng shui master felt utterly bizarre and completely out of place...

At that moment, Zhu Ziming offered a detailed explanation: Your son was frightened into fainting not because he actually saw a ghost, but because this fifth feng shui formation is known as the Illusion Rebirth Formation. It manipulates magnetic fields to affect human cognition, causing various hallucinations. Many so-called haunted houses in this world actually feature feng shui similar to the Illusion Rebirth Formation, which induces hallucinations and makes people mistakenly believe the house is haunted.

As long as it isn't haunted. Cheng Qiang let out a long sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, as the fifth feng shui formation—the Illusion Rebirth Formation—began to take full effect, more and more people inside the villa sank into illusions, either fainting from fright or screaming wildly like madmen.

A scene like this was bizarre beyond belief and terrifying beyond measure.

Even Liu Kaitong ended up losing consciousness within an illusion.

Li Sichen had initially thought about waking him up, but upon second thought, Liu Kaitong probably wouldn't be able to handle whatever was going to happen next, so it was better to let him sleep for a while.

Since Cheng Haoyu had passed out, no one had any way of knowing what he had been trying to say.

While Feng Yong busied himself trying to crack the fifth feng shui formation, Cheng Qiang alternated between pinching his son's philtrum and slapping his face in a frantic attempt to revive him.

Under such circumstances, naturally, no one paid any attention to Li Sichen.

Unfazed, he walked straight over to the sofa in the living room, sat down, picked up an apple from the coffee table that wasn't covered in bugs, took a bite, and watched with keen interest as Feng Yong struggled to break the formation.

His demeanor and posture were relaxed to the absolute extreme.