[No transmigration, no rebirth, no System. Historical fantasy, ghost hunting, demon slaying, mystery, supernatural, mild horror]
Whenever Fuling thinks about the history of her sect, she wants to weep bitter tears.
Her great-grandmaster was love-struck. Her grandmaster was love-struck. Her master was love-struck.
So if Fuling isn't love-struck too, it would seem a little out of place, wouldn't it?
Fuling smiled faintly.
Men?
They'll only slow down my sword arm!
Focusing on hunting ghosts and making money is the right path, okay?
Headless ghosts, long-tongued ghosts, bamboo-pole ghosts: in Fuling's eyes, they're not ghosts at all. They're adorable little bundles of cash!
What?!
The male lead is handsome and smart, and always saves the heroine when she's in danger?
Not a chance!!
Not only does the heroine do all the fighting, the male lead is a crybaby who can only yell, “Help! Fuling, save me!”
They say the second male lead is deeply devoted, the quintessential white-moonlight love interest!?
Nonsense!
Calling the second male lead a weirdo would be putting it mildly. He's a full-blown lunatic who devotes himself wholeheartedly to admiring the heroine's... skin!
His top priority every day is figuring out how to skin the heroine! Yes, exactly what it sounds like!
Fuling sighed at the sky. Can't any of you be normal for once?
The heroine is too much of a saint and is too nosy.