The Ghost King Smells So Good

Fu Minglu accidentally injured her eyes, and from then on, everything she saw was different.

There were ghostly spirits rumored to haunt the streets, a mountain demon hiding in a temple, a resentful spirit following the man her aunt had sabotaged her match with, and even a water corpse at a banquet.

There are ghosts! Is it really appropriate to make a delicate young lady like her face all this?

She thought she was doomed to die, sooner or later, killed by some monster. Then she turned around and realized that the irritating He Yanting had such an unusual birth chart that ghosts and gods couldn't get near him!

Soon, the water corpse led to a major case, and an unidentified ghost baby appeared at a palace banquet. He Yanting stepped in to save her.

Fu Minglu edged closer, green with envy over his constitution, and then noticed something else:

“You smell so good...”

He Yanting: “...”

Fu Minglu wasn't lying. He was getting more and more fragrant, and it seemed she was the only one who could smell it.

When rumors spread that the two of them were close, she got ready to marry him.

But He Yanting had no intention of marrying her. “Who said I was going to marry you?”

Fu Minglu's cheeks puffed up until they looked ready to burst. “How dare you abandon your wife and child!”

She had plenty of strength and tricks up her sleeve if she wanted to stay alive!

“Where did that child come from?” He lowered his eyes to her slender waist.

“Men and women aren't supposed to touch. Hugging just once can make a baby. How do you not know that?”

He Yanting had never believed in the supernatural, until Fu Minglu latched onto him.

Then his memories gradually returned: he was the reincarnation of the Ghost King, born with the power to command every ghost.

The timid young woman clung tightly to him, treating him as her uniquely gifted lifeline.

What would she do when she found out who he was?

Later, once everything settled down and the skies cleared after the rain, Fu Minglu decided she was back on top.

“It's no use forcing a melon. Let's call off the engagement.”

“Too late.” He Yanting stopped hiding his identity and showed her that it was easy to summon a god, but hard to send one away.

The wedding would go ahead as planned, with a proper match and ceremony.

Behind closed doors, the melon was already at her lips. Whether she wanted it or not, she would have to eat it.

“How does it taste?”

“...A little hard to swallow.”

“What happened to all your strength and tricks?”

“...Actually,” she said, her pretty face blushing faintly, “I had a past life too. I used to eat ghosts.”

She knew it. He really did smell delicious.

Completed: My Life as a Female Supporting Character in a Male-Oriented Novel

Coming soon: The Demon Lord in My Terrible Painting Came to Life

Lin Huan is an illustrator, especially skilled at drawing handsome men in traditional styles, and she has a soft spot for nonhuman characters.

The character she was most pleased with was a dark demon lord, his clothes half open, his horns jet-black, and his presence imposing.

One day, Lin Huan transmigrates, and the demon lord she drew becomes a living person who puts a bounty on her head.

Having his portrait put on display for people to admire is punishable by death.

Theme: Face life bravely