"But why!?" Everyone blurted as one. I snickered. "Zhang Zhigui is hardly the smartest person we know. Someone else must have goaded him or induced him to lie to us."
"Huh?!" Lin Feng scratched his head. "What's going on?! Who's lying to whom actually?! I'm getting confused!" Zheng Shuang slapped his thigh in dawning comprehension. "I see! So that's what's going on!" That made every head turned to him. "You understand what's going on?" A voice asked and he nodded. "Yes. After listening to Shiyan's deduction. Zhang Zhigui is indeed in trouble, and that is why Shiyan insists that we should go to his aid! Zhang Zhigui is trying to lure you to Yishui. For what and why, I cannot say. But I don't think it's for anything pleasant. But he is doing this only due to coercion or persuasion by someone else. Someone whom he trusts very much. Someone close to him. That makes it very dangerous for him. An unknown person with insidious intents whispering into his ears, poisoning his t
In truth, we did not bang headfirst into each other. The stranger was very much shorter than I was. But the person was in a hurry, so we bumped into each other. A weak Argh! And a pair of arms came simultaneously as the stranger tried to push me away. In the midst of the confusion, I mumbled a quick "Ah, I'm sorry." But my hands instinctively shot up when I saw the pair of arms, grabbing firmly on the wrists. The many life-and-death experiences of battle had given me quick reflexes. But as soon as my fingers enclosed around the wrist, the tingling sensation of chill streaked up my arms. The skin of the stranger was so cold that there was barely any bodily warmth from the person! A ghastly cold so unnerving and harrowing that I would never have thought possible! I looked down at the stranger who raised her head and saw it was a young woman with long hair that stretched down her shoulders. She was hardly gorgeous or ravishing by my standards, but she would
"I know," Father replied, sounding puzzled, "But doesn't that mean that he told you everything?" I stared at him, a question mark hanging in my mind. How does that mean he told me everything? As if he had read my mind, Father chuckled. "He actually sent you back into the past by using astral projection—drawing out your Spirit Core and magically sending you back. And you were shown anything that you wished to see. Is this not better than simply telling you verbally?" That left me in a frown. Still, that hardly seemed like telling me everything. There were a good many things I had witnessed during my journey through time that I could not even understand until now. Observing that I was still very much perplexed, Father said again, "I know what you'd seen in your journey through Time and I can tell you this: every answer that you seek is in there. All of it. It all depends on whether you can understand what you saw." I scoffed, smiling bleakly. Now why am I n
Our eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets when we saw the things disappearing right before us! Slowly, all of us turned our gaze at Big Sister, imploring her tacitly for an answer. Big Sister chuckled, pleased with herself. Her fox's ears twitched as we watched her and she pointed at her earring which shook and twinkled once like a little star. Out of nowhere, Lin Feng's whip appeared in her hand! Big Sister chortled again proudly. "You are not the only one whom Father had left an heirloom; this earring Father gave me is also a magical item too!" Being all too familiar with fantasy novels about magic, sorcery, and the attainment of immortality, I confirmed, "That's an earring with storage abilities?" "Well, I guess you can call it that," Big Sister tilted her head in wonder before she finally nodded. "I've not heard anyone calling it this way before though. This was something Father kept with him. It opens a small magical dimensional space where we
The salesman immediately froze when I yanked the bag of berries out of his hand and realized that he had been too direct and facetious. He stowed away his phone and quickly withdrew away with Big Sister enjoying her berries, simpering at herself. He quickly took out more bags of berries from his basket and began hawking his goods to other passengers as if the earlier episode with Big Sister was only a dream. But no one else would be foolish enough to let such a fat chance to get away! The rest of the other passengers mobbed the salesman with shouts and screams, "We are also your neighbors too! Give us each one free bag! We'll give you our Wechat IDs!" This train was coming from the direction of North-eastern China and most of the passengers boarded the train from the first stop. Everything turned into a disaster for the salesman. Never did he realize that his flippant attempt to get Big Sister's contact would turn into a catastrophe! Big Sister flashed a
Just as soon as Zhang Zhigui finished, I spied Lu Bugong's smile fading as he extracted a little wooden box from his pocket. "What do you mean, Zhigui?" I asked, ignoring that while trying to look cordial. "I have scoured through many ancient manuscripts and documents. This is not the only era in which the Shiyan Blade has reappeared. Even during the times of the Warring States, the Northern and Southern dynasties of Wei and Jin, and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, the Shiyan Blade has continually reentered the fold to cause havoc across the land. And each ripple that it caused mostly involved the dragon leys; ripples caused by the sons of Yan Di of the South wielding the Shiyan Blade!" The smile had all but vanished off his face when he reached this point and the look he cast at me was fierce and penetrating. Suddenly, the air screamed with a wood projectile wheezing right past my nose and drilled deep into the wooden pillar beside me.
Our party of five stepped into the restaurant, purportedly famous for its broths of meat and innards. Chongxi pulled up another chair from an adjacent table and plopped down on it, calling loudly, "A menu please, waiter!"Never one to be shy to show his vehemence whenever it comes to his gourmet cravings, Chongxi could be rather insistent or impassioned, if not rabid. Big Sister and Edelweiss could only gawk at his antics with amusement. As for Lin Feng and I, we have long grown accustomed to his antics that we have become numb to his lack of table manners. We nonchalantly set alight a pair of cigarettes as we watched Chongxi recited a list of orders to the waiter.Before long, the five of us were ripping off barbecued meat off our donkey burgers with bowls of mule offal brew. Chongxi gnashed his teeth as he bit and tore at his roasted bread-wrapped mule meat and slurping down his soup with obtuse boorishness, utterly oblivious of the vulgar noises he was c
The stranger looked nowhere near impressive; more like any Tom, Dick, or Harry on the streets. By the stubbles and dashes of white in his hair and the wrinkles crayoning his face, he looked over forty years old. A man in his late-middle age, looking hardly unusual nor remarkable. But it intrigued me that he was here in a restaurant like this.But it was odd. Why was I wondering about his looks when I should be feeling bothered about him intruding on our dinner? He sat at our table, looking as if he was one of us and all of us had our eyes trained upon him.Feeling slightly perturbed, I was the first to ask, “Urm… Dear sir? What are you doing…" The stranger smiled at me. "You lot are not common people." The ends of his lips twitched when he finished. He might be trying to look friendly, although "friendly" would be hardly the word that came to mind when I laid eyes on him. An air of sophistry hung about the stranger and his insincere smile and I could only s
I rubbed the back of my head and shrugged. “You guys still remember what the man was just saying, do you?" Bewildered looks came at me from around the table. "Well, let's first forget about what he read about me. But what he said itself was wrong."Chongxi and Lin Feng had obviously not paid careful heed to what the stranger was saying. They had forgotten almost everything that the charlatan had said. After all, who would put much stock in the piffle sprouted by a common swindler? Edelweiss and Big Sister had been listening intently to him. But I could hardly rely on them to remember every single word the hustler was saying since they were amateurs in this line of business. But Big Sister somehow knew what I was talking about. "Are you referring to the part where he said that you have the air of rulers?" she asked, "That the world could be yours if you so wish?"I nodded at her and everyone looked positively shocked when they finally understood what it mean