The way things had unfolded tonight had been entirely beyond his expectations. The chief of Blackstone Stockade, the Senior Secretary of Xiezhou, the Seventeenth Prince of Great Kang-he had never imagined these figures would appear one after another. Had it all been coincidence, or had it been planned? Had these people really come merely to show their support? Hu Xiaotian slowly shook his head. It could not be that simple.
He suddenly felt a breeze behind his head. Hu Xiaotian whipped around, only to find nothing behind him. The green bamboo surrounding him stood perfectly still; there was not a breath of wind in the night air. He looked all around and frowned in puzzlement. Was he being oversensitive?
Hu Xiaotian turned to head back to his room, but another gust brushed the back of his neck. Prepared this time, he turned more than twice as fast as before, yet still found no one behind him. In the cold, deserted courtyard, his shadow was his only companion. There was not the slightest breeze anywhere. As he turned, he noticed that his surroundings had grown considerably dimmer. For some reason, the lantern had gone out.
Bold as Hu Xiaotian was, even he felt his hair stand on end. Fuck, have I really run into a ghost? Impossible. How could ghosts exist in this world? Silently cursing this uncanny business, he abandoned the idea of returning to his room to rest and headed straight for the courtyard gate. Just as he reached out to pull it open, something struck the top of his head, making him grimace in pain. He turned around. Thwack! A jujube struck him squarely on the forehead, sending golden stars dancing before his eyes.
Hu Xiaotian nearly fell flat on his backside. Scared almost out of his soul,