The howls of the Forest Sprite were unbearable. Anyone walking past the Center outside would surely be frightened by its ghastly voice. We waited for minutes as the Sprite continued weeping before it realized that we were staring at it. It choked back a sob. "I was alone after my sibling was killed. Somehow the floods of the river only occur once a year since then. I could only wait for 12 months before I was able to absorb any more energy. Then came three years which persisted without a flood. I was famished and became worried. The river could be drying up at any moment. With my survival at stake, I had to flee from the river. My chance came when a heavy storm battered the town of Yahong Bridge and I took off under cover of the night and returned to the lake. The lake was as miserable as when we left it, if not worst. But there was still plenty of water there in the reed-infested mere. I could no longer hope to be able to absorb any more vitality from humans, but I mi

Now that Lin Feng had mentioned this, only then I remembered that I had spoken to Xiao Yu's mother two days ago! It was the time we make some plans with Chongxi about this. Lin Feng noticed my look and sniggered. The waiter came with our beer and we ordered three bowls of Laba congee. "How about a New Year's Eve dinner?" he suggested when the waiter spun and left, "We can get everyone together. Xiao Yu and her mother, Chongxi and his teacher, my parents with Yuanyuan's parents, and of course, your parents and Edelweiss! All three of us together, and we'll settle the matters in one go!" This was one of the few times that I could not help but admire Lin Feng. As the elder member of our trio, he has always exhibited a reassuring and comforting presence by helping us plan everything ahead for us and giving us his support and help. He had never ceased to be a person we could count on. "All right then, Brother! We'll do it your way! Let's us get on tonight!" An

Chapter 145 Uncanny Coincidence Senior? That could only be one of my juniors from university, I realized, although I don't know which. "Who is this?" I said into the phone, albeit more gently. The caller was still frightened, stammering haltingly, "I-I'm Su Yixuan..." The last we met, was during the strange incident at the university where everyone from my zither class got sick and Old Man Xie came to the rescue by using beefsteak plants to cure everyone. Among the students was a girl called Su Yixuan, the one whom I referred to as my girlfriend in my lie to persuade Old Man Xie for his help. "Ah!" I exclaimed and chuckled, "I remember you. How can I help you?" Sheepishly, Su Yixuan's voice rang again, "Well, we had a reunion meal for all alumni of the zither class days. We tried inviting you last time, but your line was out of service when we called you." "Ah..." I muttered. That must have been when we were still in Mongolia.

What Lu Shengnan said piqued my curiosity. "Huh?" I looked at her, confused and dazed, while scratching the back of my head. "Tell me more." Lu Shengnan shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Well, I'm not from here, but my grandma was. It was after getting married to my grandpa, then they moved away from Wu Zhong later. But when I was very young, she had been telling me stories. Some old wives tales or fables that I used to find entertaining. But as I grew up, I began to dismiss them as mere fairy tales and myths, and before I know it, I have had the whole thing tossed at the back of my head. But now that you mentioned it, I began to remember that among all the stories that Grandma used to tell me, the exploits of the Triune of Wu Zhong were the ones she repeated the most!" As it turned out, the Triune of Wu Zhong from Lu Shengnan's grandmother's stories did not comprise of the usual crew of Old Men Xie and Chen, and Shang Pei. The story originated from Lu Sha

On a flashback on the second day after Zheng Shuang arrested our challenger, the fraudster, and the seven young thugs he enlisted for help, we decided to return to the abandoned warehouse to release the weasel demons. Despite their wrongdoings, it was only right to release them lest they starve to death. As we forced through the rusted doors of the warehouse, we were aghast to discover everything in disarray inside. The evil spirits I had stationed at the entrance to seal the entrance were gone and the ground was strewn urine and feces as well as stubbles of fur from the weasels. The air was thick with an acrid stench of something being burnt, laced with the telltale aroma of wood chips. We covered our noses as we walked slowly deeper into the warehouse and examined the aftermath. Someone was here to help the weasels! My companions came back to me after clearing the rest of the warehouse, indicating that they have found nothing. But they stared at me wordlessly, as if