Reborn / Metaphysics / Face-slapping wish fulfillment / Strong female lead / Everyday ghost-catching / No romance
In her previous life, Feng Yingying was the last heir to the Feng family of the mystic arts. But her fiancé, Jiang Song, drained her spiritual energy and used her as a living sacrifice for a formation, leaving her to die horribly in a basement.
Only as she lay dying did she learn that the fiancé she had loved was an impostor, while the genius she was truly betrothed to had long since been disfigured and poisoned into silence, dying on a rainy night no one ever knew about.
“When one great whale falls, all things thrive?”
Feng Yingying laughed. “Not a chance! Even if I die, I’ll drag you all down to hell with me!”
In an instant, she was reborn at eighteen.
Looking at her roommate, who was still combing her hair and raising a little ghost, and the scumbag who had yet to take off, Feng Yingying smiled.
Given another chance at life, not one of the people or ghosts who owed her would get away.
#The sweeter the smile, the harsher the blow
#This time, I won’t marry. I’ll guide ghosts to the afterlife. I won’t fall in love. I’ll pass judgment on fate.
I’m hopeless at writing author bios, so that’s that.
