C3 Do You Have a Grudge Against Me?

I made my way downstairs and approached the door. Pulling it open, I was greeted by a refreshing gust of wind that instantly revitalized the air around me.

Stepping over the threshold, I was met with the sight of Zhong Ling, her figure voluptuous and well-proportioned.

Zhong Ling was waiting anxiously at the door. Upon seeing me emerge, she quickly inquired, "Security guard, how did it go?"

I cleared my throat, my face set in a grave expression, and explained to Zhong Ling that resolving her house's issues would be quite challenging.

Hearing this, Zhong Ling's composure crumbled. In a trembling, sweet voice, she pleaded, "Please, you must help me, security guard. I'll pay extra—just name your price, I'll give you whatever you ask for."

Tempting as her offer was, I knew that life was far more precious.

Without the full story from Zhong Ling, solving the house's predicament was near impossible, especially since I had nearly lost my life over it just moments before.

With this in mind, I addressed Zhong Ling sternly, "This isn't about money, miss. I need to ask you some questions, and I expect honest answers. Otherwise, not even divine intervention could save you."

My words were a mix of truth and bluff. Without this tactic, Zhong Ling might not have been inclined to reveal the whole truth.

My warning had the intended effect; Zhong Ling was visibly shaken. She instinctively drew closer, clutching at my hand. As my hand unintentionally grazed her ample figure, I couldn't deny it felt good.

"Please, you have to rescue me, security guard. I'll answer anything you ask," Zhong Ling said, her voice laced with panic and her face etched with fear.

I withdrew my hand from hers and stepped back. Zhong Ling was in a precarious state, a sinister aura of Yin Qi still clinging to her.

If my suspicions were correct, she was already afflicted with a malevolent spirit.

Without addressing this malignant presence, Zhong Ling's days were likely numbered.

I nodded, feigning seriousness as I inquired, "So, have you always lived alone in this house, beautiful?"

Zhong Ling answered earnestly, "Yes, I've always lived here by myself."

"Absolutely certain there's no one else?"

My question seemed to catch Zhong Ling off guard for a moment, perhaps puzzled by my probing. Confusion flickered across her face before she responded, "Security guard, I've always been the sole occupant of this house. Honestly, I was quite comfortable living here until recently. I've been feeling strangely uneasy. Had you not alerted me this morning, I would've been none the wiser. I owe you a lot for that."

Hearing her words, I suspected she had been experiencing the oppressive phenomenon known as sleep paralysis, and whatever was causing it seemed quite formidable.

Zhong Ling looked so forlorn, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice quivering slightly. She drew nearer to me as she spoke.

Her voluptuous figure pressed against me, and I found it almost too much to handle.

I inhaled deeply and focused on Zhong Ling's neck. After a brief pause, I instructed, "Pull down your collar for me to take a look."

At my request, Zhong Ling bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with a touch of embarrassment and a shy smile. She seemed to waver for a moment.

Noticing her hesitation, I asked sternly, "Do you want to keep living?"

"I do," she replied promptly, without a flicker of doubt.

With that, she tentatively reached for her collar and pulled it down.

Instead of the expected smooth skin, I was met with a sight that made my face turn grim. Her slender neck was marred with numerous scratches, varying in depth.

There were also clear bite marks. Unsurprisingly, they seemed to be the work of some malevolent entity.

I thought to myself that the entity must have been quite aggressive with Zhong Ling to leave such extensive marks.

Perhaps feeling self-conscious under my intense gaze, Zhong Ling hurriedly flipped her collar back up.

She glanced at me, her eyes now shy and averted, as if suddenly overcome with bashfulness.

At that moment, she seemed eager to deflect from the embarrassment of my glance at her neck, so she swiftly changed the subject. "Security guard, I really appreciate your help tonight. Could you give me your bank account number? I'll transfer 10,000 yuan to you as a token of my gratitude," she said. Zhong Ling was apparently worried I might refuse to assist her, hence the hasty offer of 10,000 yuan.

I accepted without hesitation; being a security guard, I was indeed short on cash.

I promptly provided Zhong Ling with my bank account details.

Without delay, Zhong Ling transferred ten thousand yuan to me.

Once Zhong Ling completed the transaction, I didn't rush off. I was curious about the geomancy of the house and what secrets it might hold.

As I've mentioned before, selecting the right geomantic location is crucial when constructing a house.

I took a quick walk around the villa and noticed a swimming pool to the left, facing the entrance. In terms of geomancy, this 'water at the front' suggested wealth and prosperity, indicating that the house's construction had been carefully considered.

Moreover, the villa was flanked by artificial mountains on the left, right, and back, creating a geomantic pattern of 'three mountains' that embraced and locked in the energy, symbolizing the gathering of the dragon's spirit. This configuration was believed to secure good fortune, extend life, and promise a lineage of many children and grandchildren.

Yet, despite these auspicious signs, a malevolent geomantic array had been set up within the house.

Even with the villa's favorable geomancy, it could be thrown into disarray by the harmful array inside, which, for the time being, seemed to target only the inhabitants of the house.

If Zhong Ling and her family were all residing here, they could be facing serious misfortune!

It was then that a thought struck me. Turning to Zhong Ling, I asked earnestly, "Miss, does your family have any enemies?"