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She Can See Ghosts

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...

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Chapter 3 Upside Down

At the end of the 1970s.

The weather in Renshan Town that day was terrible, with wind howling and dead leaves swirling about. The distant sky appeared heavy as if a curtain was falling, indicating that a heavy rain was imminent.

Big Head Zhang was drunk, staggering back home. In such a small town, who didn't know everyone? Everyone was aware of his character. Therefore, as he walked along, apart from a few idlers, people took the long way around to avoid getting too close to him.

Not far away, a Japanese car was slowly approaching.

Not many in town were familiar with the brand, but in those days, anyone who could afford a car didn't need to know what kind it was. It was enough to know that the owner was wealthy and powerful.

The car gently stopped in the middle of the road, and a middle-aged man got out of the driver's seat and hurriedly opened the rear door on the right.