The Witching Hour

In the world of construction, whether or not one is personally superstitious, most people find themselves turning to superstition when faced with problems like this. Rituals such as performing ceremonies or burning yellow paper are harmless enough—they might not help, but there’s nothing to lose by trying. But driving living stakes is entirely different. To bury living people at either end of a bridge, to sacrifice human lives to appease the gods and calm the earth’s energy—regardless of whether it actually works, that is a crime. Even if Ji Ningzhao were still the Princess of Chu at that time—

The dean’s lips curled into a cold sneer. “If you want to leave, behave yourself and do your volunteer work!” Then, looking down at Old Wu, he spoke without a trace of sympathy: “How many times have I told you to keep out of trouble?” He signaled to the orderly in white to help Old Wu up and tend to his injury.

By now, his marksmanship was quite impressive. He might not hit the bullseye every single time, but he could manage it ninety percent of the time.

Han Jinyu found a row of seats and sat down. Gazing at the cross gleaming in the light, she clasped her hands together before her chest, closed her eyes, and silently prayed.

At this moment, Daoist Wu looked at the demon before him, seeing with perfect clarity that the figure was truly standing right there. His face immediately lit up with delight.

Zachary didn’t press further. He asked a few more questions, then finally gave him a nod.

At the Duke of Anguo’s residence, the Duke stormed into the Duchess’s courtyard, his face dark with rage, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse. But as soon as he saw Song Ling’s cold gaze fixed on him, he swallowed his words.

Yang Yu was overjoyed and said at once, “Well, in that case, release Li Yuan.” Lin Ke shook his head helplessly. Sometimes he really wondered whether Yang Yu’s foolishness was an act or his true character.

If her strength wasn’t enough to steady such a heavy bow, then she would simply use a lighter one—after all, she had plenty of experience in light bow competitions.

“I argued with my mother. I told her you had a hard life and things had never gone well for you. She started to cry, saying her life was hard too, accusing me of only caring about you and not her, calling me an unfilial son. I honestly don’t know what to do.” He looked at me apologetically.

Han Dongji was clearly resistant to this prince, but as a subject addressing his sovereign, he could only lift his head and meet his gaze directly.

As for these two new albums, the folk singers all expressed their heartfelt appreciation and welcome. They admitted it had been ages since they’d heard such clear and pure campus folk songs—these two albums instantly brought back memories of that era.

Ye Chen’s movements were swift as the wind. The strength of these men was too ordinary; they couldn’t even compare to the group Fatty Xiong had sent that night. In less than twenty minutes, dozens of thugs were writhing and moaning on the ground, only the scar-faced man remained, his whole body trembling like a sieve.

“Come on, you three, make way!” Zhang Tiantian ordered the three new recruits with authority.

“It’s fine, my friend. You’re welcome to return to work whenever you wish. Our group will always be glad to have you,” Gao Ming said, insincere as ever.

Everyone at the Leisure Guesthouse suddenly seemed to shrink by several notches, making the calm indifference of the five people and a cat stand out all the more.

“Thanks.” Xia Fangyuan was dying of thirst, so when Gong Qianqian handed her the milk tea, she didn’t bother with the straw but simply tore open the corner and gulped it down.

The arrangement for two full albums! What a workload that must be. Could Ye Zheng have found a veteran singer with extensive experience in arranging, or perhaps he’d already found someone who understood musical arrangement to work with?

In any case, all the various tangled incidents and meetings between Yun Yue and Lin Feng were now too many to recount, but one thing was clear—their ambiguous connection was already established. Especially after Lin Feng bought Yun Yue sanitary pads once, her feelings toward him had become even more complicated.

It would be one thing if ten or twenty players were fully outfitted in bronze gear, but for several hundred of them to be so equipped at once was truly shocking. Outside of Jiangnan, players nearby were even more visibly unsettled.