Chapter 1104

Shen Ci went to the gate herself to welcome him.

Seeing Little Master Wan Hu again, Shen Ci felt some inexplicable anticipation in her heart.

Looking from afar, Wan Hu was wearing a white down jacket today, with light blue jeans and a pair of white sneakers on his lower body. This fresh color scheme matched the snowy scenery of winter in Longcheng quite harmoniously, but his expression remained as stern and humorless as ever.

He still kept a buzz cut, his round crown shining under the afternoon sun.

Wan Hu also discovered Shen Ci, and his pace couldn't help but quicken a little.

"Little Master, we meet again."

Getting closer, Shen Ci greeted him politely.

Wan Hu nodded slightly, his gaze landing on Shen Ci's face, as if observing her physiognomy and complexion.

Seeing this, Shen Ci took the initiative to step aside and said: "Shall we go in first?"

"Okay." Wan Hu responded softly, walking ahead of Shen Ci.

Only then did Shen Ci notice that he was carrying a backpack on his back, and the whole person instantly looked like a dark-skinned man.

"Is Master Yu's health alright recently?"

After entering the door, Shen Ci asked casually while getting slippers for Wan Hu.

Wan Hu stood there meticulously, his expression and gaze very focused, not glancing around just because it was his first time here.

"Still good, though he had a high fever not long ago and has just recovered."

Hearing this, Shen Ci was shocked and raised her head: "High fever? Is he alright?"

Master Yu is already over a hundred years old. At this age, no matter how healthy and robust the body appears, it cannot withstand any disturbance. If the body catches even a minor illness, it is very likely to take the person away directly.

Wan Hu's expression flickered slightly, but he still nodded and said: "It's fine."

After changing shoes and entering the house, Wan Hu's gaze subconsciously swept across the living room: "You live alone?"

"It's just me for now. My brother comes back occasionally, and my parents have moved to a new house."

As Shen Ci said this, she couldn't wait to say: "Master Wan Hu, why don't you help me look at the feng shui of this house first?"

Wan Hu opened his backpack and took out a wooden compass and a bell from inside.

"My master and I have been to this residential complex before. Before the groundbreaking, my master had already checked the feng shui." Wan Hu looked at Shen Ci and said with a calm face: "If you want to check, I can help you divine it again, focusing on your room."

Shen Ci blinked in surprise: "Master Yu has checked the feng shui of this complex?"

Wan Hu nodded: "For a project this large, it must be checked by my master before construction can begin."

The heating in the house was very sufficient. Wan Hu took off his down jacket on his own initiative. Inside was a slim-fit gray short-sleeved shirt, which perfectly outlined his physique, especially his forearms exposed outside; those smooth muscle lines paired with his sexy skin tone were extremely eye-catching.

Shen Ci took a look around, and it was a total feast for the eyes!

Afterward, Wan Hu used the compass to re-examine the feng shui of the house for Shen Ci, focusing on Shen Ci's bedroom, including details like the orientation of the head of the bed and the placement of furnishings in the room.

After a while, the two returned to the living room sofa. Shen Ci poured two glasses of water and handed one to him.

Wan Hu is usually like a water buffalo, drinking at least two liters of water every day, so after taking the water Shen Ci handed him, he drank it to the bottom in two gulps.

Shen Ci widened her eyes: "Would you like another glass?"

"No need, thank you." Wan Hu put down the glass and then said slowly: "There is no problem with the feng shui. The nightmares you mentioned, did they only start happening recently?"

"Not exactly recently. I used to have dreams before, but they've been more frequent lately."

"Are you dreaming about people and things in reality?"

Hearing this, Shen Ci was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Yes, they are all some bad people and things."

Wan Hu nodded understandingly, then suddenly asked: "Can the kitchen be used?"

"Huh?"

Shen Ci was stunned and subconsciously looked back at the kitchen in her home. Although puzzled, she still said: "It can be used. Little Master, what are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Wan Hu took out another object wrapped in kraft paper from his backpack. It was that kind of very old-fashioned medicine wrapping, wrapped in paper and then tied with a piece of twine.

Shen Ci stared at the medicine package, stunned. The reason she knew it was a medicine package was because that thing was emitting a very strong medicinal fragrance.

"You told me about your situation this morning, so I prepared a dose of medicine for you. I'll decoct it for you to see the effect." Wan Hu said with a serious expression.

Shen Ci was very surprised. After coming to her senses, she hurriedly said: "Thank you, but can I handle the decocting myself? I'm really sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay, this medicine is not easy to decoct, so I'd better do it."

After saying that, Wan Hu had already stood up and headed to the kitchen. Seeing this, Shen Ci hurriedly got up and followed: "What do you need? I'll help you find it."

"A pot is fine, a clay pot is best. Also, give me a rolling pin; a spoon will also do." Wan Hu said.

Shen Ci took out the clay pot her mother usually used for stewing soup, and saw Wan Hu unwrap the medicine package, which contained a dozen smaller medicine packets inside.

Shen Ci didn't recognize any of these dozen medicinal herbs; some looked ordinary, some were bizarre, and some had terrifying smells.

Wan Hu looked young, but he gave off a steady and reliable temperament.

He skillfully mixed certain medicines, then used the rolling pin to crush others. After turning on the fire, he first stir-fried and then decocted them. Before long, the entire kitchen was filled with a pungent medicinal fragrance, and even with the range hood turned to full power, it was of no avail.

As Shen Ci smelled it, her face became painfully distorted and unbearable.

Wan Hu turned his head to look at her. Seeing her expression, a smile actually emerged beneath his cold, stern face: "This smell is unpleasant. You don't need to stay here with me; go out and get some air."

Shen Ci really wanted to be polite, but she truly couldn't bear it anymore. Upon hearing this, she turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

This medicinal fragrance is so intense, how will she drink it when the time comes?

But this medicine was decocted for nearly three hours, and Wan Hu stayed in the kitchen for three hours.

In the middle, Shen Ci walked to the kitchen door to check, feeling uneasy. Through the glass, she could only see Wan Hu's tall and straight back. He stood there fixedly, his eyes focused on the clay pot in front of him without blinking, his concentration exceeding that of ordinary people.

Only when she saw him turn off the fire did Shen Ci pinch her nose and step into the kitchen once again.

"Little Master, is it done?"

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Wan Hu's actions. She saw Wan Hu scooping out the decocted medicine from the clay pot, but it wasn't the medicinal soup she had expected, but rather solid, black pudding-like blocks that looked like jelly.

"Why is it like this?" Shen Ci couldn't help but ask upon seeing this.

Wan Hu explained softly: "Medicinal soup spoils easily; this way it can be kept for longer."

After all the medicinal paste was scooped out, he sealed it with plastic wrap, and only then did he look up at Shen Ci: "Take a spoonful before going to bed every day, stir it with warm water until dissolved, and then drink it. This medicine can effectively control strange dreams and have a calming effect."