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 carefully counted, in total six silky and delicate bands of light that shimmered like the Milky Way extended from the child's body, meandering outwards. Looking at the wall behind the child, she knew this must be the end of the space.


Haohao sat quietly against the wall, motionless, his head buried in his knees, as if he were asleep. He was still dressed in an adorable light grey velveteen Totoro onesie. If one ignored the surroundings, such a tender and lovable child would make anyone exclaim "kawaii".


However, since Haohao's Soul had been captured not long ago, and his own Spiritual Power Field had not yet been fully assimilated, even though there were a few bands of light continuously drawing Spiritual Power from him, observing the specks of stars moving in the pouch, they were as slow as a turtle, obviously not gaining much benefit.


Chapter 14 Making a Resolution