After My Sister Died, I Slaughtered the Entire City

On the day Xie Mingli came of age, she drank the secret medicine handed to her by her own father, still unaware that her skin and bones had become wares to be weighed and sold. > She was made into three things: a stepping-stone for her younger brother’s rise, a plaything for the powerful, and a human-skin lantern on the chancellor’s desk. > As the deceiving chants of the Buddha subdued a hundred thousand vengeful souls, a new Ghost King rose from a sea of blood > Wherever her flowing hair reached, all life perished. > > Xuandu came through the blood, cleaved the miasma of resentment, and awakened her. “I’ll give you justice, not guide you to the afterlife.” > She smiled coldly, blood staining her lips. “If I lose, I’ll burn the world to ash.” > > The Daoist sect’s lone light faced the flames of karma, while the laughing and cursing Lu Yan tore open a way out of a dead end. > When the bone lantern illuminated the imperial palace with the truth, red lotuses from the highest heavens bound her fractured soul > “It’s all filthy.” She pushed Xuandu away as he tried to take the calamity upon himself. “Let me perish cleanly.” > A wisp of blue ghostfire fell into a glass lamp, burning for a thousand years over the ruins of Jiangnan. (Hahaha, my darling has finally come back after a major rewrite.)