"Ahhh!!!" He stumbled back in terror. As soon as his hand left Liu Xiaohua's shoulder, the two people he had seen also disappeared.
"What's wrong?" Someone was startled by him. A cowardly individual even turned and ran.
Fang Zhiyi, who had been beating up the drunkard, was also drawn by the commotion. He turned to look. Liu Xiaohua looked utterly confused.
"Ghost, ghost, ghost!" The man nearly pissed himself. He had seen it! One person he didn't recognize, and the other was Wang Wu! "Wang Wu! I saw Wang Wu!"
"You, don't scare me!" Another man began to tremble.
"It's true! You, you just have to touch the master's shoulder and you'll see!"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly understood. He hadn't expected... that this method would work?
He turned to look at Wang Wu, who was holding his head: "Bastard, I'll tell you what to do, and you do it, understand?"
Wang Wu looked at him fearfully. What kind of ghost was this? He came in swinging, and the worst part was, he couldn't even beat him.
"Understand?" Fang Zhiyi glared.
Wang Wu nodded frantically.
When the second person, with Zhang Xiaohua's permission, touched her shoulder, he saw a sight that frightened him too: Wang Wu sat obediently in a chair, mechanically waving at him.
The man shouted and stumbled back several steps.
Now everyone believed.
"M-master, what do we do now?" Someone asked Liu Xiaohua. She instinctively looked at Fang Zhiyi, who was hiding to the side.
Fang Zhiyi then realized he hadn't given this girl any real training, so he had to prompt her.
"Tell them it'll be over soon. Then just strike a few poses, anything will do."
As Liu Xiaohua struck stiff and awkward poses, Fang Zhiyi averted his gaze. The kid was too literal-minded—she was doing, of all things, a series of calisthenics.
Wang Wu never expected that cooperating nicely would still get him hit several more times before Fang Zhiyi grabbed him and dragged him away.
Liu Xiaohua only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the ghost being hauled off.
"I'm going now. Remember to collect the fee!" Fang Zhiyi tossed out this one line before leaving.
"How much should I take?" Liu Xiaohua panicked. She had no idea what to charge.
"Don't say anything! Let them guess their own amount!" Fang Zhiyi's voice faded into the distance. He had already thought of an even better idea, one that might make even more money than this.
Liu Xiaohua became quite famous this time, considering how many witnesses there were. And after that day, those few people never encountered any strange events again. They pooled together a sum of money for Liu Xiaohua, but she thought it was too much and returned some of it, which moved them deeply. They spread the word about her like crazy.
At the cemetery, Liu Xiaohua looked at Wang Wu, who was tied to Liu Sandao's grave marker, then turned to Fang Zhiyi.
She now knew that after finishing a job, she first had to burn some paper money as an offering to Fang Zhiyi. But she still couldn't grasp the "new business expansion" he talked about. Who on earth would want to see a ghost? She had hated her own eyes her entire life!
Fang Zhiyi said, "You can't think like that. In your eyes, all ghosts are scary. But look at it from another angle—the ghost you fear might be someone else's dearly missed loved one."
Liu Xiaohua was stunned.
"The business of getting rid of haunting ghosts? The competition is way too fierce. See, your service only covers this area. Beyond this, it's all the territories of Taoist priests and exorcists. They've got a solid client base and excellent reputations. We can't compete with that." Fang Zhiyi had somehow found a plank and started drawing a diagram of the area on it. "So you can't just follow the crowd. You have to think about what's missing in the market."
"That's all well and good, boss, but plenty of souls get taken straight down by the underworld messengers once they die..." a ghost who was busy counting his money turned around and said.
"That's exactly why we only take cases within seven days of death!" Fang Zhiyi tapped the wooden plank. "Plus, this whole area is Ah Da and Ah Er's jurisdiction. No problem there. Think about it: wouldn't the dead have things left unsaid to their families? This is about building good karma."
Liu Xiaohua was starting to understand.
"What if we run into a malicious spirit that's been lingering in the mortal world..."
"Now that's even more promising business!" Fang Zhiyi rolled up his sleeves and stood up. "First, we go catch them directly. Then we contact their family. Look at these guys," he pointed at the other ghosts, " after a long time, they forget why they stayed behind, some even forget their own names."
"Then the family would have to thank us, right? So the trick is to find the opportunity yourself."
"What if it's like this one..." Liu Xiaohua glanced at Wang Wu.
"Even better! If the family won't pay, we just let it loose again!" the earlier ghost shouted, only to be kicked flying by Fang Zhiyi.
"Are you some kind of thug?" Fang Zhiyi cursed, then turned back to Liu Xiaohua. "Of course, we can't do that. But if the family wants to teach him a proper lesson, we could collect a modest fee..." He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together in a familiar gesture.
Liu Xiaohua nodded repeatedly.
"And in the end, these spirits can be handed over to Ah Da and Ah Er to complete their tasks. A perfect system! Give it up!"
Several ghosts, along with the one who had just been kicked away, immediately burst into applause.
They might not understand much, but they certainly knew that ever since following Fang Zhiyi, they hadn't stopped raking in the cash.
"Little Fang, you must have been a business genius in your life," Liu Sandao praised. "Following you, our future looks bright!"
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand dismissively: "Minor issue, minor issue. The company's future depends on everyone working together, right?"
"Absolutely! Through fire and water, Boss Fang!"
"Flattery gets you nowhere, Old Liu. You're the company's backbone. You're about a hundred years old now, which is exactly the prime of life for venturing out!"
"Indeed, indeed!"
Liu Xiaohua watched Fang Zhiyi and Liu Sandao flatter each other, her little head buzzing.
How did the world feel so upside down?
But she was still reaping the benefits. First of all, the bullies at school had stopped showing up. And she had saved up a good chunk of money without anyone knowing, even bought new clothes for her grandmother. When her grandmother scolded her, she was secretly happy deep down.
Following Fang Zhiyi's instructions, she also knew she couldn't lead customers back to her own home. So, gritting her teeth, she rented a tiny office space outside. She placed the personal belongings of the ghosts from the cemetery reverently on the bookshelves.
Her life was about to change from this point forward!
Her debut hadn't caused much of a ripple in the world of men and women. After all, in this era, there were plenty of ghosts, plenty of Taoist masters, and even more people pretending to be Taoist masters. No one paid any attention to a tiny office without even a sign.
Especially when the boss of that office showed up every day in her school uniform with a backpack to open the door.
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."
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
