I staggered and lurched. With a kick of dust, I flew up into the air before I could fall again. The ground was shaking! There was nothing wrong with me! The terrifying blue flash of light and the shaking of the earth told me enough: it was an earthquake!
What else could it be but the Great Tangshan Earthquake of 1976 and here I was, standing in the Yahong Bridge town near Wu Zhong County, merely leagues away from the epicenter of the quake. The ground's shudder aggravated with fury under me and I began to see people running from their homes to safety like ants abandoning their nests.
The Bian Family's burial grounds were just to the west of Huang Xiang River. Looking east at the other side of the river, I saw a little tent erected using some poles and a felt blanket. An old man walked briskly out of the tent hurriedly as I rose into the air, his long white beard waving as he moved towards north along the river's flood embankments. With another few steps,
The ground gave another shudder and the walls of the compound of Uncle Quan's house buckled and fell over the young Uncle Quan! Acting by reflex, I dashed towards him at all speed! The boy was hugging for his life at a tree, lurching wildly as it shook to the violent undulations of the destruction occurring around him. I somersaulted and reached him just in time to deliver a kick at the wall crashing down on him, snapping the wall into half and sending the upper half careening elsewhere. The wrecking din of the falling wall made Uncle Quan looked around. But he saw nothing but the rubbles and debris that once was the wall that ringed the compound of his home crashing down before his very eyes! What remained of his house continued wobbling as if its bedrock was made of jelly and all the walls came coming down like London's Bridge. A surge of iridescent glow flooded from Master Six's direction suddenly. He has recovered! The tremors in the ground softened a
I looked on with admiration and concern. Shang Pei was saving people from death by channeling his divine Qi into these people, the divine aura that he has amassed after years, decades or even centuries of hard work. Saving just a couple of men would hardly put a dent in his magic, but if the numbers pile up, he could just as well see his powers exhausted and spent... Shang Pei and the other men scoured every fissure and crevice for survivors and under the directions of the beggar-like young man, they found almost everyone, even the corpses of those who had died. Morning came brightly as ever, still, none of the men stopped their hunt for anyone still alive. But many too collapsed due to fatigue. I suppressed the urge to help; I could not risk everyone witnessing rocks hovering in the air on their own, or bodies moving on their own as if they had been reanimated. The young lad heaved an easy breath, the first one since the calamity had struck
There has been no lack of stories and fables during my time that many a great paranormal incident traced back to the Great Tangshan Earthquake of 1976. In truth, no paranormal mishaps took place in Tangshan when the earthquake ended. There were too many people dead and no one had the stomach for more horror stories and tales. I doubt anyone would have had a mind to bother with anything, even if something strange was staring at them in the face. There were also the many volunteers of the magical community who had come to help defend the peace to help sustain the balance between the Underworld and the Mortal Plane. But this was something that no common folk would be privy to. It was the same in Wu Zhong, although the help that came to Wu Zhong merely numbered a handful. But among them, the Triune of Wu Zhong was the most famous. I was crouching on one of the many unkempt fields in Balipu Town, watching as Xie Bingyi struggled on his Flying Pidgeon with the
I watched with shock and awe at Shang Pei's display of his prowess. So this is Shang Pei's magic... He possessed the magic of the manipulation of temperature. One, through the optics of my Spirit Sight I saw, which he wielded with terrifying finesse. Zhu Mei had told me before about this; that Shang Pei's magic was of the Yin and the coldest element, and what I just saw affirmed to this. Shang Pei dusted off the crumbs of frost from his hand and turned back, grinning at Xie Bingyi and Old Man Chen, who stared back at him uneasily. But Shang Pei made no attempt to explain, merely smiling at Old Man Chen. It took almost a few heartbeats before Old Man Chen could recover from his bewilderment; he took the cue from Shang Pei, his hand inched up slowly and he calculated again, working on his magic to divine the position of the enemy. Within seconds, he jabbed a finger towards the north-eastern corner of the factory. "There, the north-eastern face of the factor
The monsters were nearly so close to bludgeoning Shang Pei when his voice thundered like a blasting trumpet across a battlefield. But before they could even graze his overcoat, they fell facefirst into the ground like blocks of ice, smashing into the ground with a crunch before they broke into pieces. I looked more closely, my eyes narrowing into a slit as I struggle to see in the night. The rain was falling like a shower of needles and bolts from the sky, hammering into the assailing horde of black-haired jiangshis, bringing them down while pummeling them into pulps of flesh and meat. The leader of the pack, the huge monster, gave a roar of defiance and fury. A lightning bolt in the distance illuminated the night sky that I almost thought it was morning for a transitory second. But as swiftly as it came, the lightning bolt disappeared just as quickly and darkness pervaded again the sky overhead us. But before the dark of the night devoured the last slive
The Triune, and me too, were all dumbfounded. None of us knew what was happening. All we heard was a whining pitch that tore through the air and the head of the Ghoul exploded like a watermelon and the impact from the blow was enough to make it careen like a gyroscope out of control before it crashed into the ground. Xie Bingyi and Old Man Chen traded incredulous looks while Shang Pei jerked his heads towards somewhere in the dark, still clasping his injured hand. I looked towards where Shang Pei was looking to and saw a figure approaching us, his white robes growing more conspicuous in the dark as he drew nearer. It was only when he was a few stones away I realized that it was Father! Relieved smiles and joyous grins broke upon the faces of Shang Pei and his companions when they saw him! Father chuckled playfully and walked to the Wretched Ghoul and smirked, "So, not even I can stop you, you say?" But he did not wait for any answer from the fiendish monster. He grabbe
Whether because I was carrying myself, or my magic was finally beginning to work, I did not know. But one way or another, the Shiyan Blade screamed as it freed itself from its sheath and flew to my grasp! Without any shred of hesitation, my fingers closed in tightly on its hilt and the first thing I did was to swing it fiercely at the throat of the female demon! The edge of the Shiyan Blade turned searing white with an insipid smolder. The demoness could not move. She could not understand how did the baby left her arms, nor how did the Shiyan Blade fly from behind her and was now attacking her. Petrified and astonished, even the notion to evade my blow was all but lost from her. The tip of the Blade barely grazed the demoness' throat when she finally regained my senses in the nick of time. With a loud swoosh, a smog of dark and foul miasma burst out in front of me and I saw a small yellow-brownish silhouette brushed past my ankles! The demoness had releas
Dusk darkened to full night but here I was, utterly lost in the middle of nowhere. I do not usually wear watches, hence I could not tell the time. I was disconnected from society and the rest of the world. For one of the rarest moments in my life, I began to comprehend how we humans depended so greatly on our cell phones to remain part of civilization. Chilly winds blew and their icy fingers licked at my skin, sending shivers creeping up my spine. It was extraordinarily cold here. Red pines are trees that stay evergreen all seasons but the melting patches of ice and snow on the ground told me that this place recently snowed. That, and the never-ending winds of the night continued testing the dignity of my thick fur velvets. With my options numbered few, I looked for flat ground and found some branches as kindling to start a fire. But I have no flint to produce any spark and the feeble flame of my lighter could do little to set alight the kindling in such