Lan Zhiwei transmigrated. While others cried and wailed when they transmigrated, she opened her eyes and first looked for a bed.
In a world overrun with ghosts and monsters, all she wanted was to be a salted fish. Instead, one long sleep gave her a golden finger: an old man with a white beard taught her skills in her dreams. Sleeping was cultivation, and lying flat made her invincible.
She moved into the most haunted house in the city, became roommates with the hanging ghost who tried to scare her, spoiled the little ghost who had lived at the bottom of a well for sixty years like a younger sister, and went on to restore the names of one nameless ghost after another.
As for Dongfang Ming, the handsome, rich exorcist: every girl in the city was crazy about him, but he could barely be bothered to lift an eyelid. Yet somehow, he took an interest in her, a salted fish. The harder he pursued her, the more thoroughly she lay flat.
Until someone set their sights on the ghosts around her, as well as her older brother, who had been missing for three years.
For once, Lan Zhiwei folded her quilt. "Sorry, I'm not lying flat this time."
> While others cried themselves hoarse after transmigrating, Lan Zhiwei looked for a bed. In a world overrun with ghosts and monsters, she leveled up by sleeping.
