But soon, Liu Xiaohua’s business started booming.
Outside her shabby office, people were always waiting in line, leaving the neighboring companies baffled about what exactly went on in there.
Everyone who entered looked anxious or skeptical, yet every single person who came out was in tears.
Things were turning out even better than Fang Zhiyi had imagined.
Through his connections with Ah Da and Ah Er, he brought the ghosts that Liu Xiaohua needed to her, letting them have one last meeting with their loved ones before taking them back.
In return, the paper offerings Liu Xiaohua burned for Fang Zhiyi and his crew had upgraded from simple ingots and spirit money to luxurious cars, mansions, and even paper mobile phones.
“Boss, what’s this thing for?” an old ghost asked curiously, tapping the phone in his hand against various surfaces.
Fang Zhiyi lounged comfortably on a big sofa. “Useless. There’s no internet in the underworld.”
“Oh, I thought it was just a brick,” the ghost replied.
Fang Zhiyi turned to Liu Xiaohua. “From now on, burn something practical. Don’t bother with this kind of junk. If the underworld ever did get internet, you’d have to custom-order chargers too, wouldn’t you?”
Liu Xiaohua nodded quickly.
“Ah Da! Hold on—that one in red, she hasn’t finished her procedure yet!” Fang Zhiyi called out to the two ghost messengers who were counting heads.
Ah Da paused. “Got it, boss!” He yanked the red-dressed woman he had locked up and shoved her out.
Inside the office, a man and a woman had been waiting for a long time. Lately, they’d been having repeated dreams where an old man kept telling them to come here for a final meeting with their younger sister, who had died in a car accident.
With uneasy hearts, they arrived—only to wait a while before a girl in a school uniform opened the door.
“Miss, is the boss here?” the woman asked.
Liu Xiaohua glanced at them. “Wait a moment.”
She closed the door, then reopened it a short while later, now changed into different clothes. “Come on in.”
The two exchanged looks.
But thinking of that recurring dream, they eventually stated their purpose.
By now, Liu Xiaohua was completely familiar with the routine. She casually pulled out a form and started filling it in.
“Name... Che Xiaohong... Female. Tell me again—what was she wearing when she died?”
“Red.”
“Red... okay. Place of death?”
“At the intersection on Shiye Road...” The woman’s voice broke as she wiped her tears. “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t told her she couldn’t go to that concert, she wouldn’t have run away from home, and she wouldn’t have been hit by that car...”
In the past, Liu Xiaohua would have shed a few tears too. But though it hadn’t been long, she had already witnessed so many separations between the living and the dead. Now, she only sighed. “Everyone has their fate.”
She lit the form and watched it turn to ash, staring blankly.
“Now, put your hands on my shoulders, and you’ll be able to...” Liu Xiaohua trailed off as she saw the red-dressed woman being dragged into the office by Fang Zhiyi.
The two looked at her skeptically but eventually placed their hands on her shoulders.
“Xiaohong!” the woman cried out immediately.
The man was stunned too. Was he seeing things? He could actually see their deceased sister!
Neither of them even noticed Fang Zhiyi stepping behind them.
“Xiaohong! It’s me!” the woman exclaimed, releasing her hold on Liu Xiaohua’s shoulder out of excitement. The instant her hand lifted, her sister vanished from sight. She quickly put her hand back.
“Xiaohong, it’s your sister! I’m so sorry...” She broke down sobbing again.
Fang Zhiyi, who had been casually sitting cross-legged on a coffee table, suddenly jumped up. “Damn it!”
Liu Xiaohua remembered too late: Fang Zhiyi had warned her that when dealing with ghosts, relatives must never mention regrets or attachments. Otherwise, these spirits, already losing their humanity, could easily go berserk.
Sure enough, after a brief daze, the red-dressed ghost’s face twisted into something terrifying.
“It’s you, Dahong,” the ghost hissed. “Do you know how much I hate you? If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been hit by that car...” Her disheveled hair began to float upward, and her face grew grotesque.
Liu Xiaohua quickly sidestepped, causing the two hands on her shoulders to fall into empty air.
“Xiaohong! Xiaohong! Don’t hate me! I’m sorry! I miss you so much!” The woman desperately tried to grab the vanishing sister, while the man stood frozen in fear.
But then, the woman suddenly threw her head back, and her hands reversed to grip her own throat.
“Xiaohong... you... you...” Her eyes bulged as a suffocating pressure closed in.
Panicking, the man shouted, “What are you doing?!” He turned to Liu Xiaohua. “Let me see her too!”
But Liu Xiaohua took a cautious step back.
“Not yet. You two need to calm down first,” she said.
“But she—” The man pointed at his sister, only to find her slumped on the ground, gasping for air.
Liu Xiaohua glanced nervously at Fang Zhiyi, who was busy beating up the red-dressed ghost. She couldn’t let the clients see that—if they knew their beloved deceased was getting pummeled, they might not pay. Or worse, they might sue.
Yeah, that made sense.
“Listen,” Liu Xiaohua quickly added the warning she had forgotten earlier, “you can meet, but you can’t say certain words—things like regret, guilt, not being able to let go. If you do, the ghost won’t be able to move on to reincarnation.”
“No, no way!” The woman, now recovering, was frantic. “I have to apologize to my sister!” She grabbed Liu Xiaohua’s shoulder. “You’ve let me see her again—why won’t you let me finish what I have to say?”
Caught off guard, Liu Xiaohua couldn’t dodge in time.
Fang Zhiyi let out a cold snort and simply sat back down behind them.
“Xiaohong, Xiaohong, I’m sorry. Don’t blame me. I only did what was best for you... You left so suddenly. I can’t let you go. I see you in my dreams every night...”
The woman poured out a long string of words.
Hearing this, the red-dressed ghost—who had been cowed by the beating—felt her eyes turn blood red again. Yet she saw Fang Zhiyi sitting behind her sister, and instinctive fear kept her from lunging forward.
Liu Xiaohua turned to Fang Zhiyi for help, but he just shook his head slightly.
“Xiaohong, come home with me!” The woman’s words were like a final blow.
Even Liu Xiaohua knew—you never say that. Who in their right mind invites a vengeful, resentment-laden ghost home?
All she could do was watch helplessly as the ghost took the woman’s outstretched hand, drew close, and slowly crawled onto the woman’s back. A chill ran through Liu Xiaohua’s entire body.
But the woman only smiled with relief. “That’s right. I’ll take you home. From now on, we’ll never be apart.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
