Eerie Revival: After We Broke Up, I Stopped Taking the Disaster for Her

Lu Xing accidentally became Wen Silan's secret lover for six months. On the day they broke up, she snapped the red cord he'd tied around her wrist and tossed him a card with 200,000 yuan on it.

But she had no idea the red cord had been soaked in Lu Xing's heart's blood. For half a year, he'd kept watch over the dark shadow creeping up the back of her neck every night.

The moment the cord left her hand, Wen Silan felt a chill run down her spine, but she walked away without looking back.

Lu Xing clenched the card and gave a cold laugh. Two hundred thousand yuan wouldn't even buy two paper effigies from Yong'an Funeral Shop.

That very same day, a black van came hurtling down from Qiming Mountain.

The funeral bell rang.

The woman no one in Jiangcheng dared to cross, the CEO of the Li Group, had slit her wrists and taken her own life. A vengeful ghost had possessed her body.

With one casual snap of his fingers, Lu Xing stopped time and turned yin and yang upside down...

He was the eighty-sixth owner of Yong'an Funeral Shop.

Go back nineteen generations, and not one of his ancestors had lived past thirty-eight. He'd only wanted to spend the rest of his life in peace, but trouble kept finding him.

When he returned to the funeral shop,

two paper effigies were already waiting for him. Their blood-red lips opened and closed, speaking words that sent a chill through the listener:

"The living light the lantern; the dead clear the way."

"We welcome the White Crane Boy."