Bewitching Words Bring Ruin

Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?

I didn't used to believe.

Then I met that dazzling, self-absorbed man, who shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm moving in!"

His name was Yan.

After ghosts and spirits began causing trouble, I gained the ability to see the things that live between Yin and Yang... the things that shouldn't be here...

I often wonder why it had to happen to me.

If this is a kind of good fortune, then perhaps being so fortunate is the greatest misfortune of all!

Maybe one day, you'll meet me and that cheerful man who laughs all the time.

For now, come listen as I tell you about the things that really happened.

Stories of ghosts and strange supernatural beings.

Stories about beings who, just like people, have feelings and beliefs.

So this isn't a horror story. I'm just telling the stories I want to tell.

I couldn't find a category that fit. More accurately, I suppose it should be classified as supernatural tales. Awkward.

P.S. This isn't horror, and it starts slowly. If you don't like a slow pace, try the first volume. ^0^

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Stories like this are so unpopular these days, which is pretty depressing. So, dear readers, if you're reading this, please give me some feedback. Whether you like it or hate it, let me know.

That way, I'll have enough motivation to finish it~~~ I look forward to seeing you all. Thank you~~∪﹏∪

P.S. The first story was written two years ago, and it's lacking in many ways. I'll set aside some time to give it a major revision later. Staring silently at the sky.

The content starting from Volume One is what I'm writing now, so if you don't mind, readers, you can start there... [Rolling around with my face covered.]

When people review it, they still say the plot moves too slowly. Honestly, I don't know why I write so slowly.

Maybe real life moves too fast and feels too hectic. I always want to slow time down in my novels. [Beating myself up.]

One last time: this story really can't be scary.

It's just that, through one supernatural encounter after another, I'm telling the main thread of a love story.

I struggled with the category, because I'm only using ghosts and spirits as a way to express what I want to say.

After reading for so long, I've honestly started to feel worn out, and I've begun to wonder why the world is the way it is.

Maybe not many people will like this story, but I still want to keep writing it now and then, just as we have to keep walking along our own paths.

Finally, thank you, dear readers, for finishing this huge mess of rambling nonsense.