My Ghost King Husband

(Ghost marriage, Ghost King husband comes to save her) Born during Ghost Festival on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, this unlucky woman has a pair of yin-yang eyes and a constitution that makes her a walking ghost magnet. Within a ten-mile radius, both the living and the dead want to give her a “kiss.” Her only goal in life, from childhood on, was to live long enough to collect her pension: keep a low profile, stay out of trouble, and pretend to be an utterly ordinary young believer in materialism. But as her twenty-second birthday approached, the glow of this “human light bulb” grew ever more blinding. Ghosts and monsters came running at the scent, nearly trampling her doorstep. Feng Liqi, her childhood friend and heir to a line of celestial masters, worried himself sick over her. He swung his peachwood sword so fast it nearly became a propeller, but he still couldn’t keep up with the speed at which she attracted ghosts. With nowhere else to turn, Qing Ling dug out the brocade pouch her grandfather had left behind. “If you want to live, find the most powerful one and marry him. He’ll protect you.” Inside the pouch was a ghost marriage ritual from ancient times. The one she had to summon was the legendary Ghost King Li Siyan, so powerful that even the Ten Kings of Hell treated him with respect. Word was, this Ghost King was decisive and ruthless, overflowing with murderous rage, had slept for a hundred years, and had no interest in women… Uh, it seemed he had no interest in men, either. Qing Ling: “…Marrying an ancient, centuries-old vengeful ghost, then having an office romance, Underworld edition… Is this really a good idea?” Li Siyan had been woken by a young girl performing a half-remembered ritual, and at first he’d wanted to crush her with a flick of his finger. But when he saw her clear, frightened eyes, he suddenly thought… this deal might be rather interesting. (My first attempt at writing a novel. Please go easy on me if short stories aren’t your thing. 🥹)