The Skeleton Girl Needs a New Secret Identity Again Today

I am a skeleton that crawled out of the Nether Abyss.

To fit in with humans, I peeled the skin off a corpse and put it on. I just didn't expect to get unlucky: this person was Le Yan, the newlywed wife of the young sect master of Dayan Sect.

When Dayan Sect found me and brought me back, I still didn't realize anything was wrong. Not until Le Yan's former lovers... started showing up one after another.

I knew things had gone bad.

But that raised one question: who killed Le Yan?

Even a corpse's skin has a limited lifespan. Depending on its quality, it might last for years, or just a few months.

So I had no choice but to take up grave robbing.

On a dark, windy night, I opened a coffin with practiced ease. The skin was old, but at least the corpse had deep cultivation.

Halfway through removing the clothes, a jade flute suddenly appeared and blocked me.

A man of otherworldly elegance stepped out of the woods.

He looked at me for a moment, then silently took out a bag of spirit stones.

[Could you preserve my father's good name?]

I looked at the spirit stones, then at the corpse. I was a little reluctant. In all my years of changing secret identities, nothing had been more comfortable than pretending to be someone's father.

Third-person narration

One-on-one romance

Theme: Set your heart at ease, offer deep affection, and cherish all the mountains, rivers, and living things