The receptionist said without waiting for me to ask, "Mr. Ma said that for Feng Shui inheritance, those who understand will understand, and those who don't will think you're just fooling them, no matter what you say."

Lin Zhao and I exchanged glances, understanding the meaning in each other's eyes.

The divisions of Feng Shui schools are, on the surface, only a few, escaping the categories of Form, Principle, Sacrifice, and Talisman. In reality, the main schools of Feng Shui rarely participate in the disputes of the arcane world.

Arcane Feng Shui masters possess a hint of the sinister. True Feng Shui practitioners can not only kill people, but even use grand Feng Shui formations to block armies and slay ghosts and gods.

The schools of Feng Shui practitioners, however, are precisely unknown to ordinary people. Wasn't Ma Cheng Lin's unintentional remark representing that he was a Feng Shui practitioner?

While speaking, the receptionist led us to a white wall. If I hadn't trained my eyes, I really wouldn't have been able to see the secret door in that wall.

The receptionist introduced, "The invisible door is also Mr. Ma's design. We're the only ones in the city who can make an invisible door so seamless."

This door wasn't seamless, but used the techniques of the arcane world. Now, I could completely confirm that Ma Cheng Lin was a practitioner.

The receptionist reached out and pressed the wall twice, "Please wait a moment, both of you. Mr. Ma is sometimes too engrossed in his work. He won't open the door even if he hears the bell. You have to press it a few more times."

I said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say someone had already come to call Mr. Ma? It's been so long, hasn't he heard?"

The receptionist also said, "That's right! I asked a colleague to come over. Where did he go? Did he go into the studio?"

While speaking, the receptionist pressed the doorbell again, "Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen, are you inside?"

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared opposite the receptionist.

The eighth ghost, who had not appeared all along, had arrived!

The eight ghosts surrounded the receptionist, revealing only a section of hair on the back of her head. At first glance, it looked like a person was standing with their back to the crowd facing forward.

As the eight ghostly faces revealed ferocious smiles towards Lin Zhao and me, the receptionist suddenly said, "You've been following me for so long, haven't you felt anything? Look at my clothes!"

Red clothes!

I immediately reacted. The receptionist was also wearing red clothes.

I really hadn't noticed that at first!

That's not right! She's lying to me!

The front desk receptionist was clearly a living person!

She's stalling for time!

Just as I reacted, Lin Zhao also moved. Lin Zhao slapped the secret door with her palm, her palm sticking firmly to the door like a suction cup.

Lin Zhao casually pulled back, forcibly tearing the secret door off the wall, pushing the door leaf towards the person and the eight ghosts.

I only heard a muffled sound. I didn't know if the door in Lin Zhao's hand had hit the person or the ghosts. I only saw Lin Zhao using the door panel to push the other party rapidly towards the wall of the corridor.

After Lin Zhao took three steps, the four sides of the door panel she was pushing in her hand folded down a hand's width, as if folding paper. The originally flat and neat door panel turned into a rectangular lid-like thing in the blink of an eye, covering both the person and the ghosts against the wall.

Lin Zhao pressed down on the door panel with one hand, and formed a hand seal with the other, continuously striking the wooden door.

Under the door panel, ghosts wailed and howled, and green fire rose around the door panel!

Lin Zhao had turned the door into a coffin – the true magic weapon of the Corpse Coffin Sect.

Seeing that Lin Zhao had the situation under control, I flashed into the studio.

I was still one step too late. I only saw two corpses in the studio.

One of the corpses, wearing a suit, was sitting upright in a chair. Although I had never seen the person, I could tell from his attire that he was an employee of the decoration company.

That person should have been Xiao Chen, who was sent by the receptionist to find Ma Cheng Lin.

Opposite Xiao Chen, a corpse was kneeling with its face touching the ground. A palm-sized piece of scalp was missing from the back of the corpse's head, and scarlet blood had gathered into a pool under his face.

I took out the photo of Ma Cheng Lin that I had obtained from the Sanbao Company from my pocket, walked up, and lifted the corpse. The other party's face was already bloody and blurred, but I could still vaguely recognize that this person was Ma Cheng Lin. Looking at Xiao Chen's feet, there was still bloody hair sticking to them.

It seemed that before Ma Cheng Lin died, he should have been kneeling in front of Xiao Chen, begging for his life. The other party kicked Ma Cheng Lin's head when he was kowtowing, and smashed him to death on the ground.

I stood up and walked to Xiao Chen's corpse, reaching out to pry open his eyelids. Although the other party's pupils had already dilated, there was still a trace of dark red in the depths of his eyes.

This was a sign that a ghost or god had drained all the yang energy from his body.

Before I could let go, I saw a red-clothed figure reflected in the corpse's eyes.

As I stared at the figure, the shadow slowly turned around in the dead man's eyes, revealing half of its face. The next moment, the corpse's eyeballs suddenly protruded outward by half. I subconsciously took a step back, and the corpse's eyelids fell.

At this point, the corpse's eyelids could no longer cover its eyeballs. From a distance, it looked as if the corpse was half-squinting at me.

At that moment, I could also feel that someone was spying on me through this corpse.