Thorn Song

This text has no male lead, no romance.
The female lead is slightly timid in the first volume, a bit infatuated in the second, and from the third volume onwards... life seems like a Siberian Husky.
Below is the sequence of volumes, if there are chapters missing, they're probably blocked.
1 Who's best at murder and dismemberment? Look in the suitcase for jackals and wolves.
2 I can handle tutoring, even rocks can be turned to gold.
3 Freshman military training brings tears, Changan loves to eat smoked sausage.
4 A thousand miles of predestined marriage hangs by a thread, whether it's good or bad all depends on fate.
5 My idol is the absolute best, the idol chose me to be their partner.
6 The boss behind the scenes is here, doing whatever they want without logic.
7 Ghost Festival inspiration comes late, helplessly put here.
8 Official advancement and wealth cost a child's life, a good son leaps like a carp over the dragon gate.
9 A trip to the plastic surgery clinic, all the fat is shaken off.
11 Who in the Human World can resist a beauty? Run out of roman numerals, use numbers instead.
11 Turtles may live long, but still dread the end, the characters fear a 404.
12 The local zombie looks handsome, cries out adorably when opening its mouth.
13 One dance captures the city, the beauty of the past fades away.
There's a lot more, too tired to write the summary...

She Can See Ghosts

He Qing gently laid her hand on the well-polished, crimson solid wood staircase handrail.


The next moment was like being shocked by electricity. Her eyes and brows twitched as if someone had brushed her palm with flames. The searing pain made her quickly withdraw her hand, and the hidden baby spirit in her arms became restless, wriggling about.


He Qing silently suppressed them with her Spiritual Power, her expression inscrutable as she inspected her own palm. In her palm, there was a dark mark.


Although it was a clean and shiny handrail, smooth to the point of having no splinters, where did that momentary sharp pain come from?!


As her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the handrail, the spot where her palm had brushed slowly began to reveal a charred trace as well. It was if someone had lit a fire there, causing the waxed surface and the varnished wood beneath to appear scorched, turned into something resembling black charcoal.


Chapter 10: Broke It