"Thirteen Guardians?" The name echoed in Fubao's mind. Do ghosts even have titles?
Fang Zhiyi listened to Huang Youcai's screams in the distance and slowly floated up. "Huang Youcai! In life, you did no good deeds, neglected your filial duties, and were lazy and gluttonous. Now, as a vengeful ghost, you dare to kill the innocent? Thirteen Guardians, heed my command!"
The ghosts were confused. What was this "Thirteen Guardians"? They didn’t realize Fang Zhiyi had made it up on the spot.
Bai Jingtian was the quickest to react. "At your service!"
"For evil spirits—only extermination, no redemption!"
"Yes!" But after answering, Bai Jingtian felt awkward. Beating ghosts was one thing, but killing them? How?
Fang Zhiyi, however, had already anticipated this. During his recent encounters with vengeful spirits, he had discovered a way to completely erase them.
"Hold him down!"
The ghosts scrambled to pin Huang Youcai’s spirit in place, and even the headless ghost hurriedly retrieved its own head.
A flowing sleeve lashed out, and Huang Youcai let out a blood-curdling scream, writhing in unbearable agony before gradually dissipating into nothingness.
The other ghosts stood dumbfounded. They hadn’t expected this opera performer to actually be capable of killing ghosts. Several of them instinctively touched their necks, relieved he had only beaten them up before.
"Let’s go home." Fang Zhiyi waved at Fubao and drifted away with his entourage of ghosts.
After a moment of stunned silence, Fubao, who had just faced death, suddenly dropped to his knees. "This humble one thanks the immortal for saving my life!"
"Boss, he called us immortals?" One ghost blinked, looking down at its own bloodstained body.
"In these times, anyone who helps them is an immortal."
Meanwhile, Little Hei returned with the news Fang Zhiyi had been waiting for.
"What? No underworld? What kind of setting is this?"
Little Hei shrugged. "That’s why there are so many ghost hunters and fortune-tellers. When people die, their souls go straight into reincarnation—that’s how this world works. There’s no underworld or judgment like you mentioned. Those who refuse to move on? Well, that’s you lot."
To its surprise, Fang Zhiyi’s face lit up with excitement.
"Good, very good!"
A grand plan was already forming in his mind. Whether it would work in practice remained to be seen.
Two or three days later, Ma Xiuyun and He Weicai arrived, only to find their services unnecessary—the starving ghost had already been vanquished by the Thirteen Guardians.
"Thirteen Guardians? What nonsense is that?" Ma Xiuyun scoffed.
A nearby villager shoved her. "Show some respect! They’re immortals! They saved my life!"
Ma Xiuyun flushed with anger, but under the townspeople’s hostile glares, she and He Wei had no choice but to slink away.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" Fang Zhiyi clapped in satisfaction before summoning the drowned ghost. "Now, he’s Butcher Zheng—the man who abused you! The one who beat you and starved you!"
Xiulian’s face twisted into something horrifying, her claws outstretched.
"Hold that expression!" Fang Zhiyi stepped back. "He even chopped your corpse into pieces!"
Xiulian erupted. Thick miasma of resentment filled the ruined temple as she lunged at the drowned ghost, punching and kicking wildly.
"Useless." Fang Zhiyi threw up his hands. "Stop!"
Xiulian halted, looking at him with wounded eyes.
"You’re a ghost! A ghost! What are you doing, brawling like a human? Where’s the murderous rage you had when you were about to kill that passerby?"
Xiulian shrank back. "After following you these days, I... kinda forgot..."
"Then remember!"
Fang Zhiyi turned to the others. "What are you all staring at? Think you’ve mastered this already?"
The spectators immediately scattered, each contorting into their most terrifying forms, trying to make their peers shriek in fright.
"Bai Jingtian!"
"Here!"
"What the hell is this?" Fang Zhiyi yanked down the white silk hanging from the rafters in disgust.
Bai Jingtian scratched his head. "You said we needed atmosphere..."
"Atmosphere my ass!" Fang Zhiyi tossed the silk aside, and a long-haired woman with a lolling tongue scrambled to retrieve it, draping it around her neck.
"To scare someone, timing is everything. Then comes your entrance—either sudden or deceptive. Lull them into a false sense of security before you strike. Got it?"
Bai Jingtian nodded.
"Go practice with... uh... Huang Shuren! Yes, him. Don’t come back until he admits you scared him."
Bai Jingtian eyed Huang Shuren’s pitch-black face uneasily. "Boss, he’s way scarier than me."
"Quit whining!" Fang Zhiyi kicked him.
A woman on all fours scuttled past upside-down at breakneck speed. Fang Zhiyi sidestepped, and she shot straight out the door.
"Yu Zhaodi! How many times have I told you? Look where you’re going when you run like that!"
"Does this pose even scare people?" Xiulian whispered.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. He was confident—no ghost had mastered this move yet, but one would in the future. It wasn’t plagiarism, right?
"Wei Xiaohua, smile while you comb your hair—no, wait, crying works too. But can you at least cry properly? Not like some bullied wife! Channel your grief! Think about your brother, the one who got you killed! He’s still living the high life!"
Hands on his hips, Fang Zhiyi surveyed the motley crew and sighed.
"Seven days. You have seven days! Then we test this in the field!"
Word spread among the villagers—the abandoned temple on the mountainside was haunted. Woodcutters passing by reported unearthly shrieks, bone-chilling laughter, and the occasional enraged howl.
Butcher Zheng was planning another marriage. Money was no issue, and Xiulian had been pretty, if dull. Touching his blinded eye, he scowled.
Letting her die so easily had been too merciful.
The old hag next door warned him Xiulian might return as a vengeful ghost. Ridiculous! A butcher afraid of ghosts?
He took a swig of liquor, mentally listing families desperate enough to sell their daughters, when the locked gate swung open.
Butcher Zheng frowned. He’d definitely latched it.
Shaking his head, he went to shut it again. But the moment the bolt clicked into place, the gate burst open violently, slamming against the wall.
"Who the hell’s messing with me?" He grabbed his cleaver and stormed outside.
No one was there.
Cursing, he secured the gate once more—only to spin around and freeze.
A woman in red sat in his chair, her tiny feet dangling midair, swinging gently.
Butcher Zheng’s heart pounded. Fear was natural—who wouldn’t be afraid of a ghost? But his bravado held. "So, Xiulian, you’ve come back, have you?"
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."
] [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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
