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

At the door, an old lady asked with a cold face.


The old lady was dressed in a soft, knitted, long, dark green sweater, complemented by a long strand of pearl sweater chains. The pearls were lustrous white, delicate and soft in gloss, even in size, and full in every bead, quite valuable.


Although the old lady looked advanced in age, her makeup and dress were impeccable. She was also holding a shiny black Louis Vuitton handbag, and the huge tourmaline diamond cluster ring on her middle finger was eye-catching. From head to toe, there wasn't a single detail that didn't exude an air of wealth.


She stood by the door, clearly having just come upstairs. At this moment, her expression was unpleasant as she looked at the three people in her son's bedroom.


Chapter 9 Recklessness