To repay her father’s debts, she opened a wreath shop. Ever since she sold a paper effigy bearing her own face, a male ghost would entwine with her every night. Countless resentful spirits and ghouls sought her death, but all were ruthlessly dispatched by this handsome specter. ‘Dare harm my woman, and this is your fate!’ Jiang Lin looked at Zhou Yuhao, who, despite being a ghost, effortlessly wielded talismans and sacred instruments meant for exorcising spirits. She couldn’t help but wonder, is he really a ghost?”