“Did you hear? There’s a big thug out at Eastern Hill Cemetery!”
“A thug? Aren’t those everywhere?”
“No, I mean one of us ghosts!”
“A ghost? A big thug? You mean a lecherous ghost?”
“Pfft, why don’t you get it!”
Two ghosts were whispering, but suddenly one of them looked panicked.
“What’s wrong?” the other ghost asked.
“A ghost catcher is coming! Let’s get out of here!”
Hearing the words “ghost catcher,” the other ghost spun around immediately, and the two vanished into the alley.
“Senior Disciple, you don’t have to follow me,” Li Chenxue said, her hair tied up in a high ponytail, dressed like she had just stepped out of a school campus.
“Before Master passed away, he instructed me, as your senior disciple, to ensure your safety. Besides, with your yin-yang eyes, you’re prone to attracting those things,” Qin Shaoqing replied, his expression cold and stern.
“Alright, alright, then I’ll treat you to a late-night snack?” Li Chenxue said with a smile.
Qin Shaoqing gave her a quick glance before looking away. “No need. Eating too much at night isn’t good, and I still have to do today’s practice when I get back.”
“Senior Disciple, you’re good at everything, but you’re just too rigid,” Li Chenxue said helplessly. Then she stopped in her tracks, staring at a wandering figure not far away.
But Qin Shaoqing was faster than her. He dashed over in almost a few steps, already pulling out his peachwood sword.
“Senior Disciple, stop!” Li Chenxue shouted.
Normally, Qin Shaoqing would have already dispelled the wandering ghost before him, but hearing her crisp voice, he couldn’t bring himself to lower the peachwood sword.
Li Chenxue ran up to him, panting. “Senior Disciple, it’s... not all ghosts want to harm people... You can’t be so cruel.”
Qin Shaoqing looked at the girl before him, opened his mouth, but held back his words.
“Why have you stayed in the mortal world? Is there a wish you want to fulfill?” Li Chenxue asked the wild ghost.
The ghost, already terrified of Qin Shaoqing, seized the chance of survival. “I, I, I want... I want to go home... go home and take a look!”
Li Chenxue shot Qin Shaoqing a look that screamed “See? I told you.” Then she asked, “Where is your home? I’ll take you back.”
At that question, the ghost suddenly became disoriented.
“Where is my home? Where is my home? My home... I don’t remember...” It clutched its head in agony, as if plunged into immense suffering.
“Are you okay?” Li Chenxue reached out to touch it, but the ghost abruptly turned around, its face twisted with malice.
But Qin Shaoqing’s peachwood sword was faster.
With a single strike, the gaping ghost’s head was sliced in half, its body collapsing and gradually dissolving into ash.
Seeing his stunned junior disciple, Qin Shaoqing’s tone remained flat. “Ghosts lingering in the mortal world all have obsessions. They’re no longer human and won’t appreciate kindness.”
“No, I don’t believe it! The two ghosts I helped before were perfectly fine!” Li Chenxue retorted.
Qin Shaoqing looked at her, shaking his head.
Not far away, a woman in a hooded cloak watched as Li Chenxue argued with Qin Shaoqing.
“What a naive girl. System, if I just keep an eye on her, I’ll find Gong Yu?”
“Host, yes. But the system still recommends you learn some spells for dealing with ghosts first.”
“Can’t I buy them from your store?”
“Yes, but it requires points...”
But the woman didn’t take the system’s words seriously, lost in her own excitement.
“I’m finally going to see the living Gong Yu! I’m so thrilled! As long as I resurrect him before the female lead, he’ll surely be with me! Then forget about that arrogant Qin Shaoqing or that fake female lead—pfft, they can all get lost!”
The system felt a bit speechless watching its host. It had originally sensed a strong willpower in this host and chosen her, but clearly, all she cared about was that zombie king.
Whatever. It’d take it one step at a time.
In the end, it had to unify the world through the host—whether she was catching ghosts or becoming one herself.
At the entrance of Eastern Hill Cemetery, Fang Zhiyi crouched there with a troubled look.
Liu Sandao stood beside him. “See, I told you. Ghosts buried here can’t leave.”
Fang Zhiyi ignored him. He’d already tried countless times: every time he walked out the gate, he’d be back in the cemetery the next moment.
“Little Hei.”
“I’m here.”
“What do you mean ‘I’m here’? Look! What do we do now? Wait around for reincarnation?”
“Uh... As I said before, I’m not really familiar with this world, you know...”
“Someone’s coming,” Liu Sandao warned suddenly, then bolted back to his own grave. That was the rule for ghosts—you never knew if the approaching person was an ordinary human, a celestial master, or a heretic cultivating ghosts.
Fang Zhiyi watched several girls pass by him, chattering noisily.
The girls were holding flashlights, their faces full of excitement, except for one who looked utterly terrified.
“Liu Xiaohua, if you dare spend the night here, we’ll stop bullying you tomorrow!”
“Yeah!”
Fang Zhiyi watched them shove the girl named Liu Xiaohua.
Tch, bullies again.
He was already numb to it. Just as he was about to rack his brain on how to escape, Little Hei suddenly let out a yelp.
Fang Zhiyi jumped. “What’s wrong with you?”
Little Hei looked at him with a complex expression. “Um, you won’t scold me, will you?”
“Huh?”
“As I said, since we’re on someone else’s turf, it’s understandable that the intel I grabbed is incomplete. But you...”
“If you don’t spit it out, I’ll fight you to the death right now,” Fang Zhiyi glared at it.
“Well, uh...” Listening to the girls chattering as they walked deeper, Little Hei directly connected its tentacles to Fang Zhiyi’s brain. “See for yourself!”
The person Fang Zhiyi had possessed was also surnamed Fang. True to what Little Hei had said, he was just an ordinary passerby—unremarkable in every way. Yet he had appeared in the male and female leads’ story.
And all of it was tied to Liu Xiaohua, who had just passed by.
Liu Xiaohua also had yin-yang eyes, which had led to her being bullied by the other villagers since childhood. After her parents died, they called her a jinx and a freak. What just happened was the encounter between Liu Xiaohua and the original owner.
It was simple enough: Liu Xiaohua, picked on by the other girls, was forced to spend a night alone in the cemetery. The clueless original owner found out she could see him and latched onto her, which attracted other ghosts. Liu Xiaohua could only see ghosts but couldn’t handle them, and the constant torment from these spirits broke her fragile nerves, driving her insane.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
