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

Lu Xing had unwittingly been Wen Silan's secret lover for half a year. On the day they broke up, she snapped the red cord he had tied around her wrist and tossed him a bank card loaded with two hundred thousand yuan.

What she didn't know was that the cord had been soaked in Lu Xing's heart's blood. For half a year, he had guarded the shadow clinging to the back of her neck night after 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 gripped the card and let out a cold laugh. Two hundred thousand yuan wasn't even enough to buy two paper effigies from Yong'an Funeral Supplies.

That very same day, a black van came hurtling down 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 a casual snap of his fingers, Lu Xing stopped time and reversed the order of yin and yang...

He was the eighty-sixth proprietor of Yong'an Funeral Supplies.

His nineteen generations of ancestors had all died before the age of thirty-eight. He had wanted nothing more than to live out his remaining years in peace, but one strange incident after another kept cropping up.

One day, he returned to the funeral shop.

Two paper effigies had been waiting for him. Their blood-red lips opened and closed, speaking words that sent chills through the listener.

"The living light the lamp, the dead clear the way..."

"We respectfully welcome the White Crane Boy..."