Miss Undertaker, Your Husband Isn't Human!

Everyone avoids Ruan Jie’s profession: she is a corpse beautician!

One early morning, the breakfast shop outside the usually deserted funeral parlor suddenly welcomed an unfamiliar customer.

The man was refined and elegant, carrying a cane and wearing a simple Chinese suit in the color of lotus leaves. Amid the hues of autumn, it blended with a gentle, fresh green, as he stepped steadily and unhurriedly into Ruan Jie's line of sight.

It seemed to press against her heart, which had always been as calm as a placid lake.

Later, she witnessed him form hand seals and cast spells, punish tyrants, and exterminate evil spirits. Even that seemingly ordinary cane possessed the divine power to summon lightning and suppress demons!

A thunderbolt struck down from the crown of her head, and she suddenly realized the truth, asking herself in astonishment: what on earth had she fallen for?

Later still, after they began dating, this gentleman relied on his magic. Whenever he couldn't coax her into a good mood, he erased her memories. Whenever he couldn't coax her into a good mood, he erased her memories. Again and again, he used the trick with effortless familiarity.

-------------A century-old Taoist's paid road to revenge------------Whether you're human, ghost, or demon, if you travel this human path, you must uphold the laws of this world!