Ugly up to the Depths of My Soul

“You are going to be my first wife!” Huang Xiaolong explained to Song Yuru, moments after they had met on the train. "You quack!" A man to the side harrumphed, neither he nor Song Yuru were amused by the statement. Little did they know that this hillbilly from the mountains had a few tricks up his sleeves and a handsome face to make up for his awful sense of fashion. With three missions in mind- earn lots of money, get a wife (or a dozen), and get a university degree, Huang Xiaolong was about to take Coast City by storm!

The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

The girl wrote down the birth dates of several deceased Taoists on a yellow talisman, drew a magic sigil with a cinnabar pen, and, with a tremble of her hand, set it on fire. The golden light shone, and soon, the souls of the Taoists were summoned. They appeared with contorted and pale faces; hatred and resentment filled their ghostly eyes, which were bleeding and split open like watermelons.


"Madam President! You must avenge us~~ Madam President~~~"


The souls of the Taoist priests, kneeling on the ground, started to sob and plead.


"What exactly happened?" The girl asked indifferently.


"Madam President, that brat, relying on his Taoist abilities, dared to command ghosts and spirits, possessed us, and caused us to commit suicide… He's in the Shui Family! He is there right now! They say he is trying to break the curse that has haunted the Shui Family for 200 years…"


Chapter 612: Exam