Surrounded by everyone, Su Fan generously offered his advice.
Not only that, he also walked around the villa with the group, offering plenty of suggestions for improvement on the layout.
Dean and Sam followed close behind the entire time, keeping a protective watch.
Earlier, Jeremy had already tried to make a move on Su Fan, and they didn’t feel comfortable leaving him to roam around with this eerie family.
After all, Su Fan was still carrying injuries. The Winchester brothers clearly remembered how drained he looked right after his fight with Paimon.
But it seemed the Winchesters had worried for nothing.
Throughout the entire time, neither side showed any sign of hostility, and they actually seemed to be getting along quite well.
Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought Su Fan was a young scion from a family that had been close with the Armitage for years.
“Mr. Su Fan, how confident are you that you can take care of the things inside this villa right now?”
Missy Armitage asked the question everyone wanted to know, her tone and demeanor utterly respectful.
Meanwhile, Rose, Jeremy, and the others also fell silent, waiting for Su Fan’s answer.
Su Fan thought for a moment, as if calculating his odds of victory, and finally gave his answer.
“About seventy or eighty percent.”
Hearing that, their eyes lit up.
“Then there’s no time to waste, let’s do it—”
“What’s the rush? Without breaking the feng shui layout of this place, they’ll have an endless supply of power.
They’re not showing signs of a large-scale uprising yet. If we act rashly and alert them, do you want to get yourselves killed?”
Su Fan waved his hand impatiently.
“If you don’t pull out the roots, the trouble will just keep coming.”
“And besides, it’s so late. Shouldn’t you be arranging for us to rest? Is this how the Armitage treat their guests?”
Hearing this, Dean Armitage, as the head of the household, dropped all pretense of authority and immediately apologized.
“We were wrong. We got so caught up in trying to solve the problem that we forgot basic manners.”
“We do have some late-night snacks prepared. Would you—”
“I’m not interested in snacks.”
“Understood. We’ll make arrangements right away.”
Dean Armitage bowed and scraped, immediately setting to work arranging rooms for the three of them to stay the night.
The manor estate was massive inside, with an entire floor set aside just for guest rooms.
The Winchester brothers shared one room, while Su Fan’s room was right next door.
Once the night grew deep and quiet, the estate fell back into silence.
The lights went out, one by one.
In the darkness, the Armitage family gathered together.
Not a single one of them made a sound. In the side hall lit only by moonlight, they communicated silently using placards held in their hands.
Finally, all those placards were gathered in front of Dean Armitage.
He picked out the two most common answers and placed them next to a photograph.
Then they held another round of voting.
But none of them noticed the two dark silhouettes looking down on them from above.
That eerie scene was witnessed in full by Dean and Sam from upstairs.
Quiet as mice, they made their way to the door of Su Fan’s temporary quarters, pushed open the unlocked wooden door, stepped inside, and gently closed it behind them.
“They’re holding a vote on what to do with us.”
Sam’s lips curled into a cold sneer, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.
“There were a few numbers written down. That’s probably the date they plan to act.”
“Wouldn’t have pegged these bastards for that kind of thing.”
Dean was the most fed up with this family; he’d been itching to throw down for a while.
But with someone lying in bed right there, he held back.
“Su, why did you talk so much with them today?”
“Don’t tell me you actually want to improve the feng shui around here?”
Dean couldn’t help but ask.
“Improve? You’re overthinking it.”
Su Fan lay in bed, eyes closed, speaking slowly.
“What I told them weren’t real suggestions.”
Hearing that, Dean was stunned for a second, then couldn’t help but laugh.
After the fight with Paimon, when he’d heard Su Fan’s plan for covering up the truth, he already knew Su Fan wasn’t some goody-two-shoes.
Now it was clear—he was definitely up to no good.
But with people like that, that’s exactly how you had to deal with them.
“So you made all that up? None of it’s real?”
“No. Most of the layouts I described actually have real counterparts in feng shui books.”
A good lie is ninety percent truth and ten percent fiction.
You don’t need to spin a huge web of deception—just twist a few key details.
Especially with feng shui and the occult, where even the slightest deviation can lead you miles astray.
A bright hall gathering water really can collect fortune, sure—but it gathers wealth, not yin energy.
In fact, the layout of this estate was deliberately designed to suppress yin energy.
In a world teeming with the strange and sinister, the Armitage family had killed so many people and yet never suffered vengeance from vengeful spirits—instead, their family flourished. The key lay right there.
Sam had a good memory and immediately recalled the suggestions Su Fan had given the Armitage family.
He started asking about each one, point by point.
“Diverting a river into the estate, making it curve around in a loop, with the outer arc facing the front gate—what does that do?”
“It destroys the bright-hall-gathering-water layout. A rushing, turbulent river flowing away into the distance will wash away the wealth their family has gathered, prevent them from accumulating any more fortune, and slowly drain their resources dry.”
“And the hallway modification, extending its length?”
“A long, dark hallway is called a ‘yin dragon.’ It’s extremely bad for luck and has a negative impact on the health and mental state of the people living there.
If the hallway faces the main entrance directly, it’ll make the residents short-tempered, cause family disputes, and likely lead to separation and divorce.”
Sam’s eye twitched.
He distinctly remembered that at the time, Su Fan had told them it was a “smooth sailing” layout, straight to the front door, lifting people’s spirits and making their wishes come true.
“The entryway lighting tubes?”
“Like five swords hanging over people’s heads, making those who come and go unstable. Over time, it will cut off all ties with this family.”
Dean also recalled fragments of the conversation.
At the time, Su Fan had rambled on about the five elements in perfect balance, endlessly renewing, symbolizing prosperity and a long-lasting family line.
“The circular design?”
“Gathers yin energy. It attracts malevolent spirits to wander endlessly through the hallway, unable to leave.”
Dean and Sam exchanged glances.
“So what you said earlier about the ouroboros and infinite possibilities was…”
“For fooling idiots.”
Su Fan felt no guilt at all, even adding:
“Besides all that, I also told them to build two metal towers on the east and west sides of the estate—one short, one tall.”
“What are those for?”
“In the west lies the White Tiger. The White Tiger governs killing and belongs to the metal element. It needs the eastern Azure Dragon, which is wood, to keep it in check. If the Azure Dragon is weakened and the White Tiger is left unchecked, it will backfire.
The owners of this estate will almost certainly face a bloody disaster.”
“What do you mean by ‘bloody disaster’?”
“Serious injury or death.”
After hearing that, Dean and Sam shuddered hard.
This was practically a blueprint for wiping out their entire family.
“Su, I get wanting to punish this family, but isn’t this a little too complicated?”
Dean was a bit confused.
“Why not just take direct action?”
“Of course, we could deal with them easily enough. But what about the people backing them?”
Su Fan said slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Some of those powerful figures mixed up in this will definitely want to take over this villa later.”
You ask why?
Would they really leave a place containing such dark secrets to outsiders?
