Ghost Hunting the Ghostly: My Years on Earth as a Traveling Exorcist

[Supernatural + Lighthearted Comedy + No Romance + Face-Slapping + Mild Horror + Northeastern Chinese Dialect] Dear readers, remember this: this novel has no romance! The author is stubborn as a mule. I could eat a hundred beans and still not get sick of them. I'm determined to portray a heroine who is unconventional, insane and eccentric, selfish and sleazy. (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵) As a ghost constable who had made the transition from feudal society to the modern era, Wei Yang had some unmistakable traits of an ancient official: namely, bureaucratic thinking. Even when she did the right thing, her methods were disgusting. When she encountered a case, her first thought was how much she could skim off the top within the bounds of the law (or rather, the laws of the underworld). As for the victims... Let's put it this way: the fact that she didn't demand a bribe from them was already proof that she'd kept up with the times and suppressed her true nature enough to seem almost humane! But she did have a kind side. For instance, when she saw a pretty, pitiful young man at a nightclub, she clutched her chest and groaned sympathetically. “Oh, that poor kid. It's not like he wants to do this.” It was all because he had a gambling-addict father, a sick mother, and a younger sister in school. That's what had broken him! Oh! My heart aches for him! In the interrogation room, a young public servant said sternly, “That's your excuse for soliciting prostitution?!” Wei Yang had no valid argument, but plenty of confidence. “I felt sorry for him, so I tipped him!” The public servant was dumbfounded. “You're still making excuses! Who tips someone ten thousand yuan?!” And when they barged in, they had seen that kid clutching a wad of cash and gratefully throwing himself into her arms! Her hand! Her hand had been sliding down the young man's abs! Wei Yang spread her hands helplessly. “Can't help it. I'm loaded.”