Zheng Qing had always checked the almanac before going out.
Including today.
September 18th, Friday.
The thirtieth day of the seventh lunar month.
—Auspicious: breaking ground, burial. Inauspicious: travel.
But at school, how could anyone possibly avoid going out on a friday? Besides, the old almanac was not accurate in every matter. As long as he was careful, the taboos it warned about would not truly bring much bad luck.
Moreover, Zheng Qing had always understood "travel" to mean a long journey. In his view, as long as he stayed at school, did not leave the campus, and did not travel far, he would not violate the old almanac's taboo.
This baseless confidence lasted until friday was nearly over.
More precisely, until 9:27 that night.
Less than half an hour before the You Zui Hunting Team's nighttime training was due to begin.
Earlier, the seven young wizards of the You Zui Hunting Team had confirmed that night's training plan. Abandoning the conservative, mild plans of their previous two sessions, they had added the banshee wailing in the night and the Gaiterasi prowling along the edge of the hunting grounds to their hunting targets.
Even in Zheng Qing's eyes, this change was not exactly earth-shattering.
And their revised plan was simple—find the mourning banshee, capture it, and hand it over to the school. If the academy was willing to pay for it, that would be even better.
As for those Gaiterasi, they were merely incidental prey. Catching any would be a bonus.
That made sense. A group of Magical Creatures that Maodou and Tuantuan had kept from approaching the hunting team for two days should not theoretically have posed much danger—until the young wizards discovered that the pack of wild dogs, which they could originally have handled with a few minor