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Chapter 19

This incident caused quite a stir at the time. It’s said that when the Tianmao Building project was first launched, quite a few local residents came to make trouble. Later, the author learned that it was those so-called feng shui masters who were spreading such rumors and inciting the public, which made him extremely dissatisfied with the feng shui masters.

That’s why the author posted on this feng shui forum—to slap these feng shui masters in the face.

Didn’t you all say that it was impossible to build any structure over fifty meters tall in this area? Now the Tianmao Building is already eighty meters high, and nothing unexpected has happened. Where is the danger you spoke of?

As soon as this post appeared, it remained a hot topic for a long time, with a huge number of replies from feng shui masters. The local feng shui masters naturally cursed in anger, while those from other regions just watched the drama unfold.

Of course, when the Tianmao Building reached sixty meters in height six months ago, the post went quiet. No feng shui masters replied anymore; only the author continued to post updates every few days.

The reason Brian Carter wasn’t interested in this post at the time was because he had never been to the Magic City, and he never gave opinions without seeing things for himself.

His gaze fell on the Tianmao Building outside. Because of the traffic jam at rush hour, Brian Carter actually had plenty of time to observe the building. After a moment, he frowned slightly, then directly opened the car door and got out.

“Hey, hey, Brian Carter, what are you doing?”

Emily Parker noticed Brian Carter suddenly getting out of the car and stuck her head out the window in confusion to ask.

“It’s nothing, I’m just going to take a look. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He turned back, smiled at Emily Parker, and after giving her a quick explanation, ignored her confusion and strode toward the Tianmao Building on the left.

The road was less than twenty meters from the building, so Brian Carter reached the front of the building in just a few steps. It was clear that the building’s framework was nearly complete, and now iron railings were being set up outside in preparation for painting.

Brian Carter didn’t enter the building but walked around it once, stopping several times along the way.

“Hey, what are you doing? This is a construction site—no outsiders allowed.” A worker saw Brian Carter and immediately stepped forward to block him, questioning him sternly.

“I just came to take care of something. You can see the traffic jam outside, and I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable.”

Hearing Brian Carter’s answer, the worker showed an understanding expression, since he encountered this kind of thing several times a day. Still, he kept a stern face and said, “No urinating here. Move along.”

“Alright, I’ll go now.”

Brian Carter smiled and turned to leave, but after walking a few meters, he suddenly stopped and asked the worker, “Sir, has anything happened at the construction site recently?”

The worker looked a bit surprised at Brian Carter’s question, but immediately put on a stern face and scolded, “What nonsense are you talking about? What could possibly happen at the site? Move along, or I’ll have to kick you out.”

Although he didn’t get an answer from the worker, Brian Carter didn’t mind. He smiled and turned to leave. But just as he turned around, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a look of seriousness.

So when Emily Parker saw Brian Carter return to the car with a serious expression, she was even more confused. But seeing that Brian Carter didn’t intend to explain, she didn’t ask further. Now that the road was clear, she needed to focus on driving.

Back in the car, Brian Carter took out his phone, placed his finger on the reply box of the post, pondered for a moment, and then typed a line:

Odd numbers, not even; when it’s even, ghosts come knocking.

In the south, lock the Heavenly Gate; in the north, suppress the tall building.

After typing this, Brian Carter hesitated for a moment, then added a small note: For floors above fifty meters, do not install doors or windows on even-numbered floors. Remember this.

After sending the message, Brian Carter put his phone away. He had already revealed what needed to be revealed; now it was up to the building’s designer’s fate.

Putting his phone away, Brian Carter once again closed his eyes to rest, so he didn’t know that after he left his comment, the post became popular again.

“Oh my god, isn’t this Master Carter? Master Carter has shown up again!”

“Master Carter has spoken! I told you something would happen to this building.”

“Watching Master Carter up close.”

“Front row, patting Master Carter.”

“Laughing and patting the dog’s head above.”

“Back row, looking up at Master Carter and patting a few chrysanthemums above.”

Right under Brian Carter’s comment, several more replies appeared. These people were all netizens or feng shui enthusiasts active on the feng shui forum.

Brian Carter’s forum ID was Master Carter, and anyone who had been on the forum for more than three years knew what that ID meant.

Moderator of the metaphysics forum, rarely seen for years, but every appearance stirred up a storm—this was a legendary figure with a built-in buff aura.

Three years ago, Master Carter burst onto the scene. At that time, a master on the forum posted that he had found a feng shui treasure land, and uploaded the topographic map to the forum, which drew a lot of recognition and praise from feng shui masters.