"This is the Ghost Festival!"
After the messenger from the Demonic Slaying Division left, a surprised Peng Fulai blurted out, "A citywide ban on going out during the Ghost Festival? Won't this utterly ruin the air of peace? How furious might His Majesty and the Court officials be?"
"You are so brazen to say that?" Zhang Yue balled his hands into fists and glared at Peng Fulai with rounded eyes. "Got what you asked for now, huh? You jinxed it again. Damn it, I had a date with Miss Meng tonight..."
He realized what he had just started to say and covered his mouth hastily with his hand.
Li Xuan exhaled a weary sigh and touched the hilt of his waist blade, "For some reason, I really feel like hitting somebody."
Yue Qianqian also lowered her head, her fingers meeting as she quietly fumed, "I promised the children of Dushan Temple that I'd go over tonight to make dumplings. This damned jinx is so infuriating, I feel like hitting him too!"
