The moment those words left Su Fan’s mouth, the smile on Dean Armitage’s weathered face vanished.
From behind the three, Jeremy stormed forward, his face twisted with anger. He reached out with practiced ease, trying to lock his arm around Su Fan’s neck from behind.
But before he could get close, Dean Winchester spun around and gave him a shove that sent him stumbling backward.
“This guy doesn’t seem very friendly,” Dean said casually, a smirk on his face. “Did I hurt you?”
Both Dean and Sam had grown up under their father’s brutal hunting regimen—their physical conditioning rivaled that of special forces. Dealing with someone like Jeremy was child’s play.
Near the entrance, the Black man who’d been tensing up suddenly realized that the tall, curly-haired guy who’d been standing quietly had somehow started tracking his every move.
The Winchesters’ performance caught everyone off guard.
[I miscalculated.]
Realizing that Su Fan’s two “assistants” were no pushovers, Rose quickly stepped forward to ease the tension.
“I’m sure Mr. Su Fan wouldn’t criticize someone’s home without good reason. There must be a deeper meaning behind it. Could you please explain it to us in more detail?”
“Miss Rose is a sharp one,” Su Fan said with an easy smile.
“Do you remember what I told you in the car about feng shui?
The layout of this estate’s architecture and landscaping is terribly flawed.
First, there’s the lake right in front of the manor’s entrance.
The area in front of a house is called the ‘Ming Tang’—the Hall of Light.
‘Water gathering at the Ming Tang’ refers to having a body of water—a river or lake—in front of the residence.
This configuration can attract a certain kind of fortune. A family living in such a place is bound to rise suddenly within one or two generations and accumulate considerable wealth.”
Hearing this explanation, every Armitage family member present was taken aback.
Their family had indeed been just an average middle-class household before Dean Armitage successfully pioneered the brain-swap surgery that brought them to their current position.
This young man knew nothing about their family history, yet he’d pinpointed this detail with eerie accuracy.
“That alone doesn’t prove your feng shui theory,” Jeremy interjected again.
Su Fan turned to him and shifted the conversation.
“Your mouth moves a little oddly when you speak. Looks like you’ve got a canker sore.”
“But it doesn’t seem to bother you much. I’m guessing this is something you deal with pretty often, right?”
“So what if it is?”
“A person’s living environment is closely tied to their body. The entrance of a house corresponds to the mouth. If the area around the front door isn’t kept clean—if trash and filth pile up—it can lead to all sorts of oral health issues.”
At this, the Armitage family tensed up.
Especially Jeremy.
Sure, they lived in this massive mansion, but for the sake of secrecy, they didn’t hire permanent staff.
They handled all the cleaning themselves.
And Jeremy was the messiest of them all—he always left his trash bags right by his bedroom door, only taking them out when they’d piled up high enough.
Such a private habit was known only to family members.
Su Fan, an outsider, had deduced it just by observing his physical condition and applying his knowledge of feng shui.
He wasn’t a charlatan—he was a genuine Eastern sorcerer with real skills.
In that moment, everyone—including Rose—looked at Su Fan with a new kind of respect.
“So, going by what you’re saying, isn’t the estate’s feng shui pretty good?” Jeremy asked, his tone now cautious and subdued—a far cry from his earlier dismissiveness.
“Special cases require special analysis.”
“Water gathering at the Ming Tang is indeed a good configuration—under normal circumstances.”
“But now, this house is steeped in a ghostly aura, haunted by restless souls.”
“The lake at the entrance isn’t just gathering wealth—it’s also gathering ghostly energy.”
“Wait a second—ghostly energy, ghosts… are you saying ghosts actually exist?”
Dean Armitage suddenly cut in.
Su Fan casually pulled a small bottle of water from his pocket and tossed it to the old man.
“Rub this on your eyes, and then take a look around you.”
The old white man hesitated for a moment, but figuring he was on his own turf, he felt safe enough to follow Su Fan’s instructions and dabbed the clear liquid onto his eyes.
The others watched with growing curiosity, studying his reaction closely.
The old man blinked a couple of times—and then went pale as a sheet. He stumbled backward, falling flat on the floor.
“Good God, what the hell is that?!”
In Dean Armitage’s field of view, the grand hall was now filled with dozens of blurry black silhouettes, drifting aimlessly.
Though their faces were indistinct, he could still make out their identities from their clothing.
They were the victims—the ones Jeremy and Rose had brought back through various means for their brain-swap surgeries!
“Dad, what did you see?” Rose rushed over to help him up.
But Dean Armitage was in no state to answer. He just kept scrambling backward on his hands and knees, desperate to get away from the ghosts in front of him.
“Wipe the water off your eyes. If they realize you can see them, things could get ugly.”
Su Fan’s voice drifted over from a distance.
Jolted back to his senses, Dean Armitage quickly did as he was told.
When he opened his eyes again, his vision had returned to normal.
But the terrifying images were already seared into his mind.
“My God… my God…”
The sight, exactly as his daughter Rose had described, left the self-proclaimed atheist drenched in cold sweat, his mouth parched with fear.
“They really do exist… they really—”
He nearly said the word, but catching Su Fan’s knowing smile, he remembered the earlier warning and clamped his hand over his mouth.
Dean Armitage’s reaction left the others itching with curiosity.
Jeremy strode forward, picked up the fallen bottle, and repeated the process on his own eyes.
When he saw what was there, his face went ashen with horror.
After Jeremy, Missy stepped up and did the same.
Soon, the entire Armitage family was huddled together again, all of them visibly shaken.
Ghosts were real—and they were the innocent souls their family had wronged.
What Rose had said about vengeful spirits wasn’t some mental issue—it was real!
Once that realization sank in, Dean Armitage immediately turned to Su Fan.
“Mr. Su Fan, please—you have to save our family from this disaster!”
“Name your price, whatever it takes to fix this.”
“We can pay a million—no, three million!”
The Armitage family, who had been so haughty just moments before, now swarmed around Su Fan with desperate warmth, nearly shoving Dean and Sam aside.
The Winchester brothers watched the family’s rapid shift from arrogance to groveling with undisguised contempt.
Su Fan, however, wasn’t surprised at all.
Some people strut around with their heads held high, but the moment they meet someone with real power, they drop to their knees faster than anyone.
This family, who’d stop at nothing—murder, arson, anything—for money, could easily play the role of sycophants without batting an eye.
People without principles often succeed because ordinary folks can’t stoop as low as they can.
But once their true nature is exposed, the lowlifes are always brought back down to size.
