Pure Little Dragon

A doctor has died, and returned to life as a bookstore owner, finding himself catering to the dead. The world of ghosts and ghostly encounters opens up before him, and as old tales mingle with new, and the worries of the dead carry over to the living, he finds himself caught as an Envoy between the two worlds, and life and death are no longer idle terms to him...
A bookstore that opens late at night...
Welcome.

Aelryinth

Exodus Tales

Midnight Bookstore

XephiZ

The monk rubbed his head in distress and then put down his arms. He crossed his arms and said at the same time,

"Messenger Zhou, the Yin department is very big. I know that

But this is the Yang realm after all. No matter how long your yin department's hands are, you can forget about stirring up trouble here.

"This penniless monk hasn't passed away yet!"

The monk suddenly propped up his arms and two talismans appeared in his palms. The talismans were purple in color, and there were actually some electric snakes flowing within them.

When the monk entered the study, he had mocked the old Daoist and pointed out that he and the old Daoist were not on the same side. This was because in his eyes, the old Daoist was nothing more than a fraud who meddled in food and drink, while he was an existence who truly possessed dao.

There Is No Shore When The Flowers Bloom