The Entire Entertainment Industry Is Begging Me to Stop Exorcising Ghosts

[Mysticism + showbiz + laugh-out-loud comedy + satisfying revenge + one-on-one romance]

Ke Lan has been reborn and awakened max-level mystical arts.

In her previous life, she was a nobody in the eighteenth tier, vilified across the internet and left to die in a psychiatric hospital.

This time, with a peachwood sword in her left hand and yellow talismans in her right, she vows to capture every demon and ghost lurking in showbiz.

A top-tier starlet screams in the middle of the night: “Ke Lan! There’s a ghost in my room!”

Ke Lan calmly munches sunflower seeds. “That’s because you evaded taxes. The God of Wealth is here to collect.”

A washed-up movie emperor weeps bitterly. “Master, save my career!”

Ke Lan slaps a talisman on him. “Use fewer body doubles and show more acting skill. Even the King of Hell thinks your performance is fake.”

Then she crosses paths with De Yue, a powerful tycoon radiating the aura of a “born loner.”

De Yue: “Miss Ke, I hear you can catch ghosts?”

Ke Lan looks at the fierce ghosts lined up behind him, all waiting to be reincarnated, and swallows nervously. “Mr. De, ghost-catching costs extra. But to keep you alive... that'll cost more, and I'll need backup.”

De Yue raises an eyebrow. “What kind of backup?”

Ke Lan points at herself. “Me.”

The entire entertainment industry is thrown into an uproar.

The cold-faced King of Hell, who was never supposed to live past thirty, is actually being “protected” around the clock by a little-known actress?

Ke Lan: “Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just protecting my long-term meal ticket (crossed out)... business partner.”