Jiang Yan froze in mid-motion. Her fingertips trembled ever so slightly—barely perceptible, but truly shaking. She tightened her grip, trying to hold the rune steady, but the yellow talisman nearly slipped from her palm. Jiang Yan caught it quickly. It was the only thing left in her hands, the one rune that the energy field… Continue reading Tricked 142: The Only Way Out

As she thought, the sounds of voices grew more and more distant. Shen Huanhuan bounced lightly a few times, doing her best to get her wrists moving again. Her hands and feet were icy cold now, her heart racing, breath coming shallowly—but time waited for no one. After moving her body as best she could,… Continue reading Tricked 141: Dai Que’er (1921-1937)

Shen Huanhuan was suddenly overcome by a sense of powerlessness. Utter helplessness. The flower was most likely blooming somewhere on the mountainside at the back of the village, guarded by patrols. But given the constraints of their assigned roles, none of them could spend much time outside. Jiang Yan and Shen Xiaoxiao had daily chores;… Continue reading Tricked 140: The Handkerchief

Jiang Yan couldn’t be sure if this flower truly existed, for she’d never seen one so bizarre herself. Yet judging by the desire she sensed, this flower most likely did exist—and probably even had a physical form. Otherwise, the patrol captain wouldn’t have felt such an intense urge to conceal it. —It was easily discovered,… Continue reading Tricked 139: Yinling Flower

Pingping didn’t go to sleep until close to 2 a.m. Jin Yuebai sat at her side, fanning her gently, and didn’t leave the room until Pingping had fallen asleep. The next morning, after she woke, Pingping practiced her characters a while longer. Afraid she’d forget them, she grabbed her paper and pen and hurried out,… Continue reading Tricked 138: Information Lockdown

After speaking, Shen Huanhuan let out a yawn, forcing herself to peel away from her tangled emotions, then turned to Yu Renwan. She prompted, “Have you forgotten what Troupe Leader Xi told you?” The rest pulled themselves out of Liu Shaochun’s story as well. Yu Renwan wore a pained expression. “I remember. I have to… Continue reading Tricked 137: The World Ruined Me

Pingping often felt as if she were being overlooked. She was still at the age where she should be watching cartoons, yet she constantly overheard conversations that really ought to be censored for children. Feeling helpless, she stared straight ahead and sighed deeply. After finishing her sentence, Jin Yuebai seemed to recall something, the curve… Continue reading Tricked 136: Eighty Taels

The dividing line on Xi Jueyun’s face was especially startling. The left side was as picturesque as a painting—melancholy eyes, deep red lips, slender willow-leaf brows lifted high, rose-colored makeup staining the ends of her eyes, lending her a haunting, unusual beauty. The right side, however, was a bare skull, the eye socket a deep… Continue reading Tricked 135: Ninth Concubine

At sunset, Jin Yuebai led Pingping through the final article, circling all the simple characters, then handed her the newspaper. “Tomorrow morning at eight, I’ll test you after breakfast.” Pingping could guess with her eyes closed that tonight would be rough. She could only hope her persona’s memory was good enough—otherwise, she’d have to write… Continue reading Tricked 134: White Bones

Pingping didn’t feel any prejudice toward Jin Yuebai. In fact, she found her intriguing, even admirable—managing to carve out some vibrance and freedom in such a tragic line of work. But her bodily reactions just now contradicted her conscious thoughts. Her limbs were stiff, her gaze evasive; when she sat on the bed, she only… Continue reading Tricked 133: National Salvation News