都市异闻 Novels

Zhu Quanze had a pure-yang birth chart, yet he somehow kept attracting ghosts and baleful spirits. After quitting his job, he returned to his hometown to inherit the family medicine shop—only to find five coffins inside and endless strange occurrences.At first, when he pulled a ginseng from the herb garden, he discovered it was a thousand-year-old ginseng spirit that peddled herb seeds, prescriptions from all Six Realms, and special materials—and was stingy as hell.Then he planted a seed and found that medicinal herbs would grow out of the Seven-Star Drawer Cabinet all by themselves.Next, delivery guys from GhostTuan, YaoYao Ele.me, and Immortal Express would crawl out of the coffins every few days... to collect medicine.Worst of all, a smooth-talking ghost-cultivator big shot seductively lay down in his coffin and absolutely refused to leave—“Doctor Zhu, I’m sick again. The illness is in my heart, and only you can cure it.”

A tall, long-legged, abs-showing, physically-fit, sweet-yet-wild little Taoist priest x a sword-wielding Sword Venerable whose primordial spirit has left her body, weakening her—but she still draws her blade in an instant. Jiang Wuwei has seen a ghost. She met a female ghost so beautiful she resembled an exiled immortal. The ghost entered her dreams, entwining with her in intimacy. Upon waking, Jiang Wuwei was heartbroken to find it was just a dream. Later, her life turned upside down. For the first time, Jiang Wuwei realized how lively her world truly was. On the tree outside the Taoist temple, a hanged ghost swung daily like a child on a swing. In the river at the foot of the mountain, a drowned ghost invited every passerby to swim together. At school, a lonely spirit who had been dead for nearly a century wandered alone every midnight. The midnight Bus No. 14, always appearing at midnight, would take late-working employees away. Luckily, that beautiful female ghost was always by her side. She taught her spells and guided lost souls to the afterlife. But there was one downside: She loved drinking her blood. Jiang Wuwei could only obediently pull open her collar, baring her pale, slender neck, letting the woman part her red lips and gently bite down. Later, much later, Taoist Master Jiang also learned how to bite. She pinned the immortal-like woman beneath her, teasing her until the corners of her eyes reddened and brimmed with tears. The woman’s smooth body pressed tightly against hers. Softly, she pleaded, “Wuwei, no more…” … Age gap: 18 years old x 3000+? Author’s note: *Jiang Wuwei, go ask your wife how old she is.* Jiang Wuwei: *Old Ye, how old are you this year?* Ye Nanxing: *... Get lost!*