queers as folk

I was born in the 1980s, and officially stepped into the world of Feng Shui in 2006. Over the past decade, I’ve witnessed mysteries that most would never believe. In 2013, over 100,000 fish died mysteriously in Liaozhong Reservoir… In Tower Bay Street, spirits marched in a ghostly parade… In Wenguantun, shadowy markets rose at dusk… And in front of the Shenyang Imperial Palace, a ghostly princess once sat in her palanquin. Were these the workings of nature — or something far more ancient and unseen? In ten years, I’ve saved lives — and yes, I’ve ruined some too. Feng Shui is like a blade: it bears no evil or virtue. The darkness lies in the hearts of men. This book is not written to boast about my mastery or to chase after the sensational. I write to share a truth: Feng Shui can nurture life — or destroy it. There is no good or evil in the art itself. Only in the human heart.

The first time I met my master was because I shaved my head, I was nine years old at the time. The blind man who felt my bones when I was alive said I had a dark destiny and wouldn't live to be eighteen.

please readers if you have not read book one( the cruel prince), please go and read it before reading this one. thank you.

The Shire-folk of Oakenshaw is a Hobbit-style adventure that follows Bungo Boffin, a comfortable and respectable hobbit who loves his garden, his six daily meals, and his peaceful life in the village of Oakenshaw. As the son of Mimosa Took (one of the remarkable Took daughters), Bungo has a trace of adventurous blood in his veins, though he has never shown it—until the wizard Gandalf appears at his round green door. Gandalf arrives with a proposition: thirteen dwarves, led by Thorin Oakenshield, are embarking on a quest to reclaim their homeland, the Lonely Mountain, from the dragon Smaug. They need a hobbit—someone small, quiet, and clever—to serve as their burglar. Despite his protests, Bungo finds himself swept into the adventure after the dwarves eat him out of house and home and he reluctantly agrees to join them. The company travels east, facing numerous perils. They encounter three stone-trolls and narrowly escape when Gandalf tricks the trolls into staying out past dawn, turning them to stone. They are captured by goblins in the Misty Mountains, and Bungo becomes separated from the group during the escape. Lost and alone, he must rely on his wits to survive. The adventurers find refuge in Rivendell, the Last Homely House, where the elf-lord Elrond reads their map and reveals moon-letters that show a secret entrance to the Mountain—one that can only be opened on Durin's Day, the dwarves' new year. Continuing their journey, they cross the Misty Mountains during a terrible storm and survive an avalanche that nearly claims the dwarf Bombur. Bungo's quick thinking saves Bombur's life, earning him new respect from the dwarves. In Mirkwood, the dark and enchanted forest, Gandalf departs on urgent business, leaving the company to fend for themselves. They cross an enchanted stream, and Bombur falls into an enchanted sleep after drinking its water. Carrying their sleeping companion, they are captured by wood-elves—but Bungo escapes by slipping into the water and hiding in the reeds. Alone in Mirkwood, Bungo must find a way to rescue his friends. He follows the elves to their underground halls and discovers that the dwarves have been imprisoned. Using his hobbit-cunning and small size, Bungo devises a plan to free them. He steals the keys, releases the dwarves from their cells, and packs them into empty wine barrels that the elves send floating down the Forest River. The dwarves escape in the barrels, though the journey is rough and uncomfortable. They emerge from Mirkwood and arrive at Lake-town, a human settlement near the Lonely Mountain. There, they are welcomed as heroes, and Thorin announces their quest to reclaim the Mountain. The company proceeds to the Lonely Mountain, where they find the secret door described on the map. Bungo enters the Mountain alone, coming face-to-face with the dragon Smaug. Using his wits, he flatters the dragon and discovers a weak spot in his armour—a bare patch on his left breast. But Smaug, enraged, deduces that Lake-town has helped the dwarves and flies off to destroy it. A thrush hears Bungo's account of the weak spot and carries the news to Lake-town, where a brave archer named Bard uses the information to slay the dragon. Meanwhile, the dwarves take possession of the Mountain and its treasure—but their triumph is short-lived. Armies of men and elves arrive, seeking compensation for the destruction of Lake-town and a share of the treasure. Thorin refuses, barricading himself in the Mountain and summoning his kin from the Iron Hills. War seems inevitable until an even greater threat appears: goblins and wargs, massing for battle. The dwarves, men, and elves unite against the common enemy in the Battle of Five Armies. During the battle, Thorin is mortally wounded, but not before reconciling with Bungo and acknowledging the hobbit's true worth.

Set against the tumultuous backdrop of China's Republican Era (1912-1949), this novel chronicles the uncanny adventures of Li Beidou, a feng shui master born under a portentous celestial alignment. His birth coincided with the winter solstice—a liminal moment of cosmic transition between Yin and Yang—marked by an omen: every black dog in the village went mad, hurling themselves to their deaths beneath the ancient huai tree at the village entrance. Hailing from a lineage of funeral attire shopkeepers who clothed the dead, Beidou's destiny shifted during a feverish delirium when he encountered the Yin-Inquiring Matriarch, a spectral figure who inducted him into the shadowed arts bridging the mortal realm and the afterlife. The narrative weaves through encounters with Yin Arts—esoteric rituals to commune with spirits—and the perilous Nine Yin Techniques, a forbidden corpus of necromantic lore. Each chapter unravels bizarre phenomena: sentient funeral paper effigies, geomantic curses haunting ancestral tombs, and markets where the dead barter with spirit coins. Blending historical verisimilitude with supernatural intrigue, the story illuminates the clandestine world of Yin-Yang practitioners—custodians of cosmic balance—through Beidou's trials. From exorcising poltergeists in Shanghai's jazz-age parlors to decoding cryptic feng shui patterns in war-torn villages, his journey reveals how the veil between worlds grows thin in times of human strife.

Collocation of world wide Myths, Folk Tales, Fables, Fairy Tales, Tall Tales, and Legends.

Real! Real! Real! Not seeking terror, but truth The material for the novel was provided by my friends and netizens. People with mental illness can skip this. Also, don't watch it alone at night, for fear of bed-wetting the next day.

Butchers don't kill five-fingered pigs. The guardian of a village does not guard a village with a temple. Feng shui masters don't tell evil dragons what to do. Midwives' hands must be washed with rooster blood. There are 360 lines in the world, and there are rules in every line. Are these ancient and mysterious rules really formal? Would you believe me if I told you that there are rules you can't break, that breaking them could endanger your life?

Its People Story

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...