My head jerked back to look for the origin of the voice and found an unruly brat, clutching a plastic toy rifle in his arms, running towards us. My third aunt was chasing after him from behind, gasping for breath. "I'm breathless just by chasing this rascal!" She managed through her infrequent pants. Seeing us, she came to us and greeted us. "You have graduated, have you, Shiyan?" She asked. "I have. In fact, the three of us here have started our own paranormal investigative firm. We specialized in looking into supernatural incidents and some counseling too. But we have hit a snag; hence we're here today. I heard that Third Uncle knows a man who commands certain authority even over deities and immortals. There were rumors that he could even move mountains and shift the oceans!" My third uncle guffawed hilariously. "What is this you're talking about? From where do I find somebody with such powers!" The boy scurried over and leaped into the arms

Bian Dashou, hearing the whispers on the streets that the townsfolk were plotting against him, escaped back to his hometown in Renqiu County of Hebei Province. Dissatisfied with another defeat at the victorious Manchurian forces, Li Zicheng sent forth a detachment of troops to Renqiu to arrest him. But he decided to stay and await his fate, despite the desperate urges by the villagers in Renqiu for him to flee. "This is all my doing alone. I cannot leave my relatives and the townspeople here go suffer in my place. I will gladly face the consequences of my deeds!" And so the soldiers of the rebel forces came and took Bian Dashou. But Bian Dashou was blessed with extraordinary fate; before the troop sent to take him reached Li Zicheng's camp, Bian Dashou escaped. This time, the Manchurians were closing in on Li Zicheng, eager to eliminate him once and for all; thus the renegade leader ignored Bian Dashou's flight and focused solely on his own wellbeing. Still, with his destiny disrupt

The atmosphere turned strange and awkward and Chen Yixuan failed to summon any courage to further ask any more questions. Master Six was busy filling their cups, bellowing loudly for toasts after toasts with a reckless abandon to get drunk and wasted. After drinking for some time, Master Six's hand slipped into his pocket and took out the small bundle wrapped with his handkerchief. Only now Chen Yixuan finally saw what it was: a bullet round, one which had been a dud. There were scorch marks at its end, the sign of being struck by a firing pin when the bullet was fired from a gun. Master Six handled the opened bundled to the old man. "Grandfather, look! Is this one of ours?" The old man took the bullet and peered at it closely. At last, he handed it back, saying, "Indeed. It is one of ours; my cousin's in fact!" 　　"Your cousin?" Master Six blurted loudly, as he quickly remarked, "Is he not at the cotton factory?" "He is," said the old man, nodding. "He has been there f

Master Six surely deserved his reputation as an immortal. Chen Yixuan thought that Master Six had left him behind, but he had not yet fully formed the thought before he found out that the bandits were stilled and couldn't move. In the distance, the voice of Master Six came through, "The acupuncture points of these people will unravel in half an hour, take a horse and meet me at Mount Bie!" Then he had to go down the mountain alone. When he went past all the bandits standing guard on the way, he found them all stilled. Some of them were leaning on trees, and others were lying on the ground. It was really quite amusing! Chen Yixuan got on a horse and started to catch up from behind... When he reached Mount Bie, he was tired and hungry. He saw a restaurant by the roadside and then drew rein at the door. The waiter came out to bow and asked, "Hello, Mister. Are you Officer Chen?" Chen Yixuan asked, "How do you know?" The waiter said promptly, "Your colleague is waiting for

I looked at these three broken pieces of incense and whispered to myself, "Whatever." Then each of us took a piece and took out our lighters, trying to ignite them. However, no matter how we tried, we couldn't ignite the incense. When it touched the flame from the lighter, it gave out smoke. But once it left the flame, it went out. I looked at the others and found that the same happened to them. How strange that was! At this moment, we heard someone talking at the door. Then we saw a middle-aged man who was around 50 coming in. He was wearing clothes of famous brands and leather sandals, holding an iPhone in luxury gold color in his hand. Talking through his phone, he passed between us directly as if he didn't see us and sat on the couch. We all got stupefied. Chong Xi asked him suspiciously, "Are you in the wrong house?" The middle-aged man hung up, put back his phone on his waist, raised his head and asked, "What do you want from me?" Chong Xi replied w