Liu Xiaohua was still thinking about what the ghost had said the night before as she went to school.
Even when the classmates who usually bullied her threw her book away, she only reflexively picked it up, which made those few girls somewhat unhappy.
"Liu Xiaohua, who are you making that sour face at?"
"Exactly!"
"Look at that deadpan expression. You didn’t run into a ghost, did you? Hahahaha!"
Liu Xiaohua looked up at the girls in front of her. They were originally from the same village as her, but they were also the ones who bullied her the worst.
"I, I..." She instinctively wanted to apologize, but suddenly, Fang Zhiyi’s words flashed in her mind.
"You can see ghosts, right? Why should you be afraid of them? They should be afraid of you!"
"If you don’t fight back, they’ll only think you’re easy to push around. Think about it—weren’t the chickens your grandma raised poisoned before? You know who did it, but you didn’t dare say, right?"
"Your weakness will also drag your grandma down."
She forced the word "sorry" back down her throat.
Just then, the bell for class rang. The girls glared at her before returning to their seats one by one. Liu Xiaohua, meanwhile, reached into her bag and touched a jade pendant.
An old ghost had given it to her last night, saying that with it, he could stay by her side. But for now, she didn’t see the old ghost anywhere. Thinking about it, no ghost could come out in broad daylight anyway.
Even though she was distracted all day, those village girls still found ways to bully her.
When school let out, Liu Xiaohua avoided the crowds and ran home along the back roads. She didn’t know what she should do. All she wanted was to hide.
But as night fell, she suddenly heard a sigh near her ear.
"Child, you really are too pitiful."
Liu Xiaohua instinctively curled up, but then she saw a figure walk out of her room.
After a few seconds of hesitation, she jumped off the bed and wanted to follow, but when she reached the front door, she faltered again. After much deliberation, she opened the door and looked around. At that moment, a piercing scream made her shrink back inside.
That direction—it was Zhang Ling’s house!
The next day, she heard that Zhang Ling, for some reason, had fallen into the latrine pit while using the outhouse the previous night. When her family pulled her out, she was yelling nonsense like "Don’t come near me!"
Because Zhang Ling had taken leave, there was one less bully in class that day. The others also seemed a bit subdued.
That night was quiet, nothing happened. But the day after, one more person took leave.
Wang Jing was also absent, no one knew why.
Hu Linlin deliberately knocked Liu Xiaohua’s book off her desk as she passed by, smirking proudly. But after the past two nights, Liu Xiaohua finally showed some change. She hesitated for a moment, then bravely looked Hu Linlin straight in the eye.
Hu Linlin was surprised, then frowned. "What? Do you think because Jing and Ling aren’t here, I won’t deal with you?"
Feeling the jade pendant in her bag, Liu Xiaohua felt an unprecedented sense of calm. "Try me. If you want to end up like them, go ahead!"
"You!" Hu Linlin wanted to retort, but suddenly realized something. "Did you set them up??"
Her voice wasn’t quiet, and several classmates turned to look.
"What are you talking about? I go straight home after school. I never go out."
Hu Linlin glared at her, lowering her voice. "I’m not afraid of you. If you dare come to my house, I’ll beat you like a thief!"
Looking at Hu Linlin’s expression, Liu Xiaohua felt a strange satisfaction. "I won’t go to your house..." she also lowered her voice. "But do you still remember? You all said I was a freak, that I can see ghosts... What if..."
Her eerie expression made Hu Linlin shiver. She instinctively stepped back two paces. "Hmph, you’re just putting on an act. Just wait—don’t think I can’t handle you!"
But despite her tough words, Liu Xiaohua’s strange behavior left Hu Linlin unsettled. She remembered now that it had started when the adults in the village said Liu Xiaohua could see ghosts and had even "killed" her parents. That was why they all bullied her.
Could she really talk to ghosts?
No, that’s wrong. She must be bluffing.
Even though she tried to comfort herself, Hu Linlin knew it was too weird—one of her two friends was talking nonsense, and the other was burning with fever.
By the time she got home, it was already dark.
"Trying to scare me, huh? I’ll make you pay tomorrow!" she muttered through gritted teeth. But the moment she stepped through the door, goosebumps spread across her skin. A shadow was hanging from the lamp above her.
Hu Linlin froze.
"Hanged" figure slowly turned until it faced her.
"I died so miserably..."
A scream once again shattered the stillness of the village.
Fang Zhiyi crouched on a tombstone, watching a newly arrived ghost wander aimlessly, occasionally sighing.
"Look at this useless chosen vessel you picked! Doesn’t even have a decent burial accessory!"
Little Hei knew he was in the wrong and said nothing.
"I finally thought of a way to get out, and now it’s all wasted, and that old ghost gets the benefit."
He cursed under his breath. The old ghost he was talking about, Liu Sandao, returned smugly from outside.
"Going out for a round is so refreshing, hahahaha... Kid Fang, why are you so glum?" He paused. "Let me tell you, those little bullies are in for a real lesson this time."
Fang Zhiyi reached out, pushed his face away, and shoved him aside.
A small figure trotted into the cemetery.
Liu Xiaohua, no longer as scared as before, glanced at Liu Sandao and bowed to him. "Thank you, Grandpa!"
Liu Sandao was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. "No need for that! No need! Hahahaha!" But when he saw Fang Zhiyi’s grim face, he quickly composed himself. "Ahem, scaring people burns a lot of Yin energy. I need to rest."
With that, he scurried back to his cozy little tomb.
Liu Xiaohua fixed her gaze on Fang Zhiyi. "Brother, tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. I’ll repay you both!"
Fang Zhiyi looked her up and down. "No need for much... But are you sure you want to follow my advice? This path isn’t quite like ordinary people’s..."
"I’ve thought it through. I’ve always been unlucky anyway. I... I’m willing to walk a different path!"
"Alright... Listen to me, and you won’t go wrong." Fang Zhiyi nodded. "But for now, the first thing is to claim what’s rightfully yours."
Seeing that Liu Xiaohua was still hesitant, Fang Zhiyi knew that grave robbing was indeed immoral.
"Forget it. Starting tomorrow, keep an eye out for anyone in the area running into strange problems they can’t solve."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
