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

Lin Zai Fang opened his mouth wide, mustering the strength for one final roar!


The sword blade, like cleaving through butter, effortlessly sliced through Lin Zai Fang's solid chest in an instant. The thick layers of fur covering his chest were not only useless at that moment; as the sword blade penetrated his body, they all turned into ash and scattered to the ground.


At the moment the sword blade pierced his body, Lin Zai Fang's body shrank sharply, becoming incredibly stiff! His sharp fingers and toes convulsed and shrank as the intense sensation of being torn apart from the inside made him shatter the yellow talismans that had been binding his body into pieces. In the still and windless room, they floated down gently, spread out like falling leaves and butterflies in the wind, filled with a quiet, mournful beauty.


Chapter 21 Dissolution