As a medium, Nan Qiao must have tricked too many ghosts to end up transmigrating because one of them got back at her.
Out of nowhere, the Ghost King snatched her away to be his bride, and a mysterious manor lord came to her rescue.
But why the heck wasn’t this manor lord human?
Even a Taoist priest had designs on her and wanted to use her?
And, um, Ghost King, you say you’ve loved me for seven hundred years. Are you sure you’re not joking?
And another thing… Lord Manor Keeper, we barely know each other. I have no idea what you mean by “three lifetimes.”
Nan Qiao looked at the horde of monsters and ghosts kneeling behind her and wailed, “Master, I’m done with this! I want to go home…”
