I Became Ning Caichen

If you listen to your nonsense, it will rain like silk on the melon stand in the bean shed. The material should be distasteful to human speech, but love to listen to ghosts singing poems in autumn graves. … Once I woke up from the dream, I came to the specious world of Liaozhai. What? My name is Ning Caichen? Xiaoqian is not a female ghost? Yan Chixia is a young scholar? Is the old demon from Montenegro an infatuated person? Is Zuo Qianhu a cold-blooded man? This is a fairy tale that is familiar yet unfamiliar to everyone. … I'm a new author, so I apologize for my bad writing!