An Ning rode away on her bicycle. Da Huang and Wei Qi stood side-by-side, watching her go for a good long while.
Once An Ning's figure had disappeared from view, the two dogs shot each other a look of mutual disdain. Then, one headed south and the other north, parting ways back-to-back—one haughty, the other proud.
Meanwhile, An Ning pedaled furiously and arrived at the Feng Shui Master's house before long.
The moment she entered the neighboring village, the residents started avoiding her on sight, as if she were carrying the plague.
At first, An Ning didn't understand why, but she later figured it out.
The people believed in Feng Shui, but they also feared it.
A "special period" had just passed, during which many people had done some terrible things to the Feng Shui Master.
No one would admit how scared they were. Instead, that fear had morphed into blatant disgust. Even the next generation of children were told that the people of this household were no good.
