Other heirs to celestial masters start out with a System, an old man in their head, or a golden finger.
I’m different.
My grandfather left me a fiancée.
A flying zombie who’d been lying in a coffin for thirty years.
Seven hundred years old, dressed in white, with white hair and a pale face. Her nails are pitch-black. She never smiles and hardly speaks.
The villagers think I’m done for.
After all, flying zombies have cultivated for a thousand years and are bloodthirsty. Anyone who crosses one dies.
But what they don’t know is this:
My fiancée doesn’t bite, suck blood, or kill.
She’s just a little clingy.
After my grandfather disappeared, I set out to find him with a tortoise, a green snake, and this flying zombie.
All the monsters and ghosts we met along the way said, “There’s something wrong with your party. Flying zombies aren’t supposed to be this docile.”
I thought so too.
Until one day, she suddenly spoke her first words.
Just two words, and my life was hers.
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Still reading, the front is pretty good
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