A Ghost Claims to Be My Boyfriend

A gloomy, obsessive, possessive ghost top × a gentle, resilient bottom with a short life but abundant fortune. Rekindled love, mutual healing, mild horror, 1v1. Completed.

His ex-boyfriend, who he'd broken up with three years ago, returned, reeking of corpses and clutching ghost money.

Lin Wanzhao's memories of college were a blank that had been wiped clean, leaving only a mysterious, stabbing pain in his chest and the gentle voice that called out “Wanzhao” in his midnight dreams. Then a bus full of departed souls plunged over a cliff in his hometown, and a damp, clammy gaze began to follow him like a shadow. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it greedily licking the back of his neck.

Forced to claim an unidentified male corpse, he discovered his own name tattooed on the inside of its arm. A coffin appeared in his home, and a ghost crossed the threshold. His former lover, Jiang Wangming, was now a fierce ghost in mourning clothes, sprawled across a coffin lid and smiling as he asked, “How about you burn me to ashes?”

But more terrifying than ghosts were the human heart and its schemes. A village celebration turned into a deadly trap, while a premeditated “accident” on the mountain road glimmered with the cold light of forbidden magic designed to steal someone's fortune. Under the “protection” of his ghostly ex, Lin Wanzhao had no choice but to step into the gray realm between yin and yang. Gradually, he glimpsed another world: blood-red streams, mangled corpses hanging upside down from car windows, and sinister formations buried in the mountains... Jiang Wangming harbored an even deeper secret: born with the fate of a King of Hell, he had died without becoming a god, and now lingered in the human world, bound tightly to him.

“Wanzhao,” an icy kiss fell on his neck as a sigh, half sob and half laugh, sounded in his ear. “This time, even death won't separate us.”