As she mulled over the thought, Qi Huan flatted her lips, and used her face-changing skills that she had learned in her drama club for three years in college. Seeing the little girl sitting on the ground crying out loud, Xu Kong Zi suddenly felt a terrible headache. In all his life, he had most feared of a woman crying. …

However, there was a usual saying that luck couldn’t be stopped. Obviously, Qi Huan didn’t belong to that kind of category. She had never had a character. She had bumped into the person, unfortunately he was not a handsome man, instead, he was a shriveled walnut-like old Taoist. The old Taoist stood not far from the well, staring at Qi …

“Father, please say something. We can’t just wait for our death here, who knows when that ghost decides to attack us!” Song Zhi, the Song Family’s Young Master, wasn’t looking too good. As soon as he said that, everyone in the hall spoke up. All of them wanted Old Master Song to make a decision. Finally, Old Master Song slapped …

The scorching sun shone through the sparse sycamore trees. Through the speckles of light, cicadas perched on the moss that grew on the stone slabs of Qing Tang Town. They were stuck on tree branches, singing their lungs out, irritating people for no particular reason. Qing Tang was a small ancient town. This town was not called Qing Tang before. …