After Becoming a Metaphysics Master, She Came Back

Yan Yan looked at everything before her, familiar yet strange, and slowly raised a middle finger to the heavens.

Damn it! She was just a delicate sixteen-year-old girl who had transmigrated for no reason. Fine!

But why did someone who was afraid of ghosts have to transmigrate to an era crawling with evil spirits? That made no damn sense!

She studied as hard as she could to stay alive, and finally became an elder, only to lose her life in a great battle.

She clenched her fist. Damn it all!

She’d thought she was finally going to enjoy herself, and that there weren’t any ghosts in this world.

Then she saw a pale-faced hanged ghost by the roadside...

Damn, she’d let her guard down. This seemed to be the same world she’d transmigrated to before, just in a different era. And her eyes had come along with her.

This world had just become a whole lot less wonderful.