Spirit Wastes: The Eleventh Lost Melody

{No harem, no invincibility, no System, no brainless plot. The pacing isn’t very fast. New book.} My name is Liu Xian. I deliver takeout. The company is called “One Family,” and on the surface it’s a respectable internet giant. Not one of my coworkers is normal. Take “Smoke Fiend,” for example. He walks around with an unlit cigarette in his mouth every day. When I asked why he didn’t light it, he said, “If I do, I’ll have to work overtime.” Most outrageous of all is the partner the company assigned me: A Ling. She wears a gray hoodie and barely speaks, but when she does, she can shut you up with a single line. Then there was a murder in Jiuyan Bridge. The victim’s body was shriveled, as if everything inside had been drained away. A Ling suddenly spoke. “Someone’s dead... and they weren’t ordinary.” That was when I learned that my grandparents’ deaths were connected to a place called Guixu. Later, the Twelve Advisers, the Delusion Spirit Organization, and the Diancang Sect all came looking for me. I discovered a rule: young people have to be ruthless to get ahead, while the old guard have to be fierce to stay passionate.