t; My father sighed and answered, "Ah... She's the wife of Zhang Baoguo." Stunned by the revelation, Mr. Lee stammered, "Z-zhang... Z-zhang Baoguo? The Zhang Baoguo of the prominent bus

but I did not expect his wife to be this young..." As he spoke, he was still eyeing Aunt Fen so intently that his wife elbowed him, displeased and jealous as i

was able to answer him, Aunt Fen, still kneeling on the ground, snapped angrily, "Only you are the ghost here!" Embarrassed at her lashing remark, Mr. Lee's tried to mutter an incomprehensible apology although the words seemed to stuck at his throat and his apologetic smile seemed to froze midway on his face. The mood in the living room became so tense with an

er other humans and keep her from frightening others too." Mr. Lee tugged at my father's sleeve and whispered, "She's the oldest of the Seven Sisters. Does that mean she's a ghost too?!" My father smiled and said, "Of course not. But I'm afraid there's a long story behind this. Let's meet up tomorrow. You've bought us dinner today, let me be the host tomorrow. I'll call along Fen and her husband, and you bring along your wife. My family will come too, and we mustn't leave out Fearless

?" My father nodded, not saying anything. Come to think of it; my parents were hardly ordinary people. Not only they looked impossibly young for their age, nothing about my father's exploits outside seemed to be able to escape my mother's knowledge despite her being a full-time housewife. But this would hardly mean that my father w

r our consumption later. Half an hour later, when the food and wine were all laid ready on the table, my father then instructed me to wait outside to receive our guests. When I just exited the revolving doors of the restaurant, I noticed an expensive-looking BMW and a Mercedes Benz rolling through the entrance of the compound. I went forward to the guests and led the five of them into our room for Fearless Hao had come with Mr. and Mrs. Lee.

ng smiled mischievously, "I saw the label on the jars when I came in, heh heh heh heh," leaving everyone howling with laughter. After about three cups, Mr. Lee could wait no longer, nudging my father to get on to business.

sorder and dissociative disorder. The instances where the latter manifests suddenly might occur when one is suddenly obsessed with something. Normally I would deign to

flicted with hysteria, even though they could find no cure for her. For days she was pricked with acupuncture needles that she could no longer be able to bear the pain. Seeing that staying at the hospital was no help at all, the old man had his wife brought home. Someone then came to him with a suggestion that the old lady might have been cursed. The husband then scoured high and low for witch doctors and shamans, spending a lot of money and having their entire house filled with many talismans, yet to no avail. They had even enlisted the help of an agent who went to the city of Qinhuangdao and asked for

an. Now, you require my on-call services. This would cost you the charges of three Lessons. But if I'm unable to help you, the amount shall be refunded in full. In addition to that, you will have to make some preparations such as candles, joss sticks, papers for charms, chickens' blood, glutinous rice, and so on. I will also require your total compliance to my requests and instructions. The deed would not be e

ed me a cup of tea and began explaining her condition, 'It began one afternoon when I was out shopping for cooking ingredients. I met a little girl who was dressed strangely, but I paid no heed to her then, save for a peculiar sensation that told me that something was amiss.