The Little Ancestor Has Arrived: Ghosts Carry Her Coffin, and She’s Stealing a CEO Back to the Underworld

As the founding great-aunt of all the ghosts in the Underworld, Luo Ling was having a miserable time in the mortal realm. Her mother was gone, her scumbag father had remarried, her younger brother despised her, her good fortune had been stolen, and a dog leash was fastened to her hand... No, a red thread of fate. Luo Ling tugged at the man on the other end of the thread. Hmm, he was even worse off than she was. The aloof, powerful CEO had nearly had his soul scattered, and neither his father nor mother cared for him. He was only surviving thanks to her formidable magic... They were both so miserable there was no need to compete over who had it worse. But once President Qin's soul left his body, he seemed like a horse with its reins cut. The more she looked, the more something seemed off... “Master Luo, can you fly?” “No.” “I can fly.” “Master Luo, what would happen if I touched sunlight?” “Your soul would be scattered.” “Then... what if I stuck out just one finger? Would I only lose the finger?” “...”