Courting Ghosts

Good ghosts know shame! Evil ghosts don't!

Ke Chou: I want to lick the mole on his face, kiss his lips, hold his waist, and... Ahem, ahem... Everything about him is perfect, except that he doesn't understand romance.

Gan Heng: "There's always some lustful ghost trying to get fresh with me! Too bad I'm full of righteousness!"

A decent evil-ghost stalker top (a very complicated mix), always trying to annoy the bottom with petty provocations, and loving it when he gets scolded; a worldly, tactful, gentle, kind, straight man bottom, independent and strong, but a sweetie who's sensitive to kindness

The plan: One man and one ghost take down Fengxian City (not really).

--- Here's the serious divider ---

Three hundred years ago, the Yan Dynasty was at the height of its power, then suddenly collapsed in a single day. Many events of that time were buried in the river of history.

It is now the forty-seventh year of the Qi Dynasty. Gan Heng, a half-baked ghost hunter, gets a job: go south and capture a Night-Wandering Woman.

It should have been a simple task, but he nearly died in a temple.

He barely made it. His luck was bad, but his fate was tough. Thanks for asking, I'm at a graveyard mountain and not dead yet.

But then an evil ghost from Mount Qi attached himself to him: "In every life, you will worship me."

Gan Heng looked up at the sky. "I'm not all that keen on living, either."

Later, the more Gan Heng looked at the evil ghost, the stranger he seemed. Was this ghost treating him a little too well? And was he... a little too flirtatious?

On this journey: a little girl guarding a grave and playing with ghosts, a general guarding a border city and summoning ghost soldiers, the village of Nandi after the passage of time, and a tavern where three bowls of wine will send you reeling...

So many things are connected to the Yan Dynasty of three hundred years ago, and the clues lead straight to Fengxian City.

The splendid imperial city has been rotten from within for a long time.

People seek the Dao, demons hope to become immortals, the world suffers, and gods and Buddhas close their eyes. People worship gods when they meet them and Buddhas when they encounter them. But there have never been any Buddhas or immortals in this world.

A game of chess that has been played for hundreds of years: "You little beast, I've been waiting for you a long time."

*Reader's guide: Plot-driven!!! A light ensemble cast! The top and bottom just cling to each other and fall in love!

A supernatural world of ghosts and monsters, past lives and present lives, with court intrigue, the martial world, and all sorts of other things... The ingredients are as complicated as the top.

Here's the sensible upcoming-novel divider.

Ji Chengfeng is just another overworked office drone. He's on the clock from eight in the morning to ten at night, chronically sleep-deprived, with endless tasks, targets to meet, and meetings to attend...

His pale face has two huge dark circles under his eyes. He looks like a withered lamb, smoking one cigarette after another. With the deadpan look of a man already halfway to the grave, he tells his coworker, "How about I go take a dump in the boss's office so he'll fire me and I can leave with severance?"

An ocean of resentment, the reincarnation of Evil Sword Immortal.

Then one day, while Ji Chengfeng was still working overtime at midnight, he got a phone call.

"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Ji?" The caller had a soft, syrupy way of speaking.

Ji Chengfeng: "Talk."

"Mr. Ji, we've noticed some unusual transactions on your bank account. Your account may be at risk of money laundering, and it could be frozen later. To make sure you can continue using your account normally..." The little scammer spoke sweetly, each word ending in a coy lilt.

Ji Chengfeng: ? What the hell, don't they know I work at a bank?

That day, the irritable Ji Chengfeng cursed the scammer up and down, insulting eighteen generations of his ancestors.

The scammer didn't hang up. Eventually, Ji Chengfeng ran out of steam.

The little scammer was still on the other end of the line, holding his phone and saying, "Thank you, Mr. Ji. I hope work goes smoothly and life treats you well."

Ji Chengfeng: I'm a terrible person.

But he never expected that from that day on, he'd get a call from the little scammer every single day.

Ji Chengfeng couldn't take it anymore and demanded to know why the scammer kept calling him.

Little scammer: Because you're the only one who doesn't hang up on me. Only when I call you can I count the call as successful.

Ji Chengfeng: ...

At his wit's end, Ji Chengfeng called the police and got the little scammer out of the fraud company.

The kid looked rather dazed, seemed underage, and kept calling him Mr. Ji.

Ji Chengfeng hadn't planned on getting involved with him... but the kid went from the scam company straight to a sex club.

The second time Ji Chengfeng rescued him, he had a terrible headache.

He looked the dumb little scammer up and down, still baffled. "You look all right, but you don't seem very bright. How could that club possibly charge so much for you?"

Standing before Ji Chengfeng, the little scammer said nothing and simply took off his pants. "Mr. Ji, they said this part of me was worth a lot."

Ji Chengfeng: Holy shit, he's intersex.

Theme: Love lasts forever.