Lu Ding, male, nineteen years old. A transmigrator, carrier of the Golden Finger "Monster Containnt Prison," and a freshman in the Geological Exploration Departnt at Yunhai University.
With sumr break in full swing and nothing better to do, Lu Ding decided to get a head start on his internship report.
The university had a policy—every student had to complete an internship. They could choose the place themselves, and while a related field was preferred, it wasn’t strictly necessary. The report’s quality determined the credits awarded.
Perfect timing.
Lu Ding was short on cash. After all, he was a transmigration—and not just any transmigrator, but one with a Golden Finger. Being an orphan was practically a given.
His university tuition was covered by governnt aid, plus the scholarships he earned through good grades. But for daily expenses, he had to fend for himself.
A job ant working. An internship also ant working.
Might as well kill two birds with one stone—earn money while getting the internship out of the way early.
Just when he was wondering what to do for the sumr, he stumbled upon a recruitnt ad for geological surveyors.
Even better—it promised an official internship certificate.
The pay wasn’t bad either. Students from prestigious universities were offered 8,000 yuan per month.
And if you had special skills, salary was negotiable.
As for what "special skills" ant, only architecture or geological students would have a clue.
Feng Shui!
That’s right—Feng Shui. In a world ruled by science, mysticism wasn’t sothing you could openly flaunt.
But in industries like this, people always believed—at least a little.
Luckily, Lu Ding knew a thing or two about it.
He wasn’t so die-hard materialist.
He had transmigrated, for crying out loud. What kind of materialism was there to uphold?
And besides, his Golden Finger literally said "Monster Containnt Prison."
That alone made it clear—this world wasn’t as simple as it seed.
If there were no monsters, what was the Golden Finger even for?
So from the mont he figured out his situation, Lu Ding had been studying mysticism.
For this very mont.
For the day he finally encountered a monster—so he wouldn’t be caught off guard.
So he could deal with it head-on.
This specifically referred to ghosts and spirits.
If it were a flesh-and-blood monster, he might hesitate.
But anything in the realm of demons, ghosts, or spirits?
Even though he’d never tested his skills in real life, Lu Ding had absolute confidence in his abilities.
No matter how questionable his thods were, one thing was certain—he would never back down.
Lu Ding made a call.
The person who answered was an older man with a thick accent.
As soon as he heard that Lu Ding had special skills, he invited him for an interview on the spot.
At the site, Lu Ding explained his intentions.
The project supervisor personally conducted the interview.
The mont Lu Ding started talking about Feng Shui—site selection, grave placents, mountain clearing, road paving, dragon vein taboos—quoting ancient texts left and right, the supervisor was utterly convinced.
Why didn’t he do fortune-telling or read people’s destinies?
Simple—he could, but he wouldn’t.
What if they asked him to prove it?
That wasn’t sothing he could guarantee. If he ssed up, where would he find another high-paying internship like this?
And just like that, with the supervisor’s enthusiastic approval, Lu Ding secured the job.
He worked hard for almost a month.
Just when payday was around the corner—trouble struck.
That evening, as work was wrapping up, a massive stone was unearthed.
A crack in the stone was oozing red liquid—
Like blood.
It scared the workers half to death.
When Lu Ding got the news, he rushed to the scene, thrilled.
The project manager was already there, surrounded by a crowd pointing at the stone in hushed whispers.
Lu Ding pushed through the crowd.
As soon as the manager saw him, he pulled him aside and asked in a low voice,
"Lu Ding, you know a lot about this stuff. Take a look—what the hell is this?"
Lu Ding did know a lot.
But it was all theoretical knowledge from books and ancient texts—he had never encountered anything like this in real life.
And blood-dripping stones?
Ancient records were full of them.
Comparing them one by one would take way too long.
So instead, Lu Ding grabbed a power drill from nearby.
Excitent glead in his eyes as he declared—
"Who cares what it is?! If it bleeds, that ans it can die!"
He had waited for this mont for so long!
Finally!
Finally, he had encountered sothing that might be a monster!
He was not letting it off the hook!
He revved up the power drill, ready to go, but the workers panicked and stopped him.
"Lu, don’t! You can’t ss with that—it’s taboo!"
"Yeah! That might be a Taishui!"
"My grandpa used to say Taishui grows underground. Eating it grants longevity!"
"No, no, you’re wrong! My grandfather told Taishui is a cursed spirit! Better to anger the King of Hell than to ss with a Taishui! We should bury it back!"
Seeing the crowd blocking him, Lu Ding thought—this won’t do.
"What Taishui? This is a construction site. It’s just a rock!
If we delay the project because of this, who’s taking responsibility?"
Silence.
All eyes turned to the project manager, Luo Anping.
The guy looked like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Right—there was no way they could halt work because of this.
Luo Anping cursed internally.
Why the hell does this keep happening to ?!
Last year, they dug up sothing weird and had to call in the authorities.
And now, another one?
Was the universe screwing with him?
Right then, Lu Ding added fuel to the fire.
"Oh? No one’s talking now? Guess the bla falls on Manager Luo, huh?
Smart move, guys.
So, Luo, what’s it gonna be? Just say the word—I’ll put the drill down.
And then I’ll co back tonight."
That last thought stayed in his mind.
Then he said aloud,
"But if you say the word, I’ll drill this thing with seven or eight holes right now.
Don’t forget—I’ve got real skills. My luck is solid. I’m not afraid of this crap."
That line gave Luo Anping confidence.
He didn’t want to ss with this thing.
In construction, it was better to believe in superstitions than to risk bad luck.
But he wasn’t the one drilling it—Lu Ding was.
So why should he be scared?
Gritting his teeth, he made the call.
"Drill it!"
Lu Ding grinned.
"Everyone, step back!"
The workers, seeing they couldn’t stop him—and that they weren’t the ones doing it—moved away to watch.
Leaving Lu Ding alone with the power drill.
He revved it up—
And drilled straight into the stone.
As the drill bit broke through the surface,
Thick, red liquid gushed out, splattering onto his clothes.
His eyes lit up with excitent.
The workers, anwhile, backed away again.
For the first ti, they felt a deep fear toward this young man.
This guy is insane!
Luo Anping’s eyes widened.
Damn, this kid is the real deal!
I’m giving him a raise!
The sound of the drill echoed through the site.
Lu Ding’s heart pounded in his chest.
Why isn’t my Golden Finger reacting yet?!
Give sothing!!!
Then—
A massive chunk of stone broke off.
And behind it—
Two shut eyes embedded in the stone.
Before anyone could scream—
The eyes opened.
And the site erupted into chaos.
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