Science can explain many things, yet there remain countless mysteries beyond its reach—such as the folk practices of standing knives upright, using upright chopsticks to consult the spirits, scattering rice and water, inviting deities to possess the body... My story begins with an invocation of the soul..

I blossom amidst carnage, just like a flower in the dawn. In the struggle for survival at the end of days, when all hope faded, Fan Li gained the power to summon monsters. Every item became a medium for calling forth these beings: a worm egg, a music box, a bloodstained axe, a wedding dress soaked in crimson, a pitch-black book, and countless others... When Fan Li stood before a horde of zombies, he slowly opened the backpack slung over his shoulder. With a gentle smile, he signaled and spoke, "As everyone knows, I am a wholesale dealer of monsters!".

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable…” He had lost count of how many days it had been. He didn’t dare leave the house, his calls couldn’t get through, the television offered only static, and the computer wouldn’t connect to the Internet. They were completely cut off from the outside world. “It seems that all communication in River City has been severed. It’s been days—I can’t imagine what things are like beyond our walls…” “The safe zone, is it? And what’s this about some mysterious organization? Don’t you all think Professor Wu’s appearance is just a little too unbelievable? There’s something off about it!” Lin Xiaofeng paused, then added, “Come to think of it, it’s almost like he’s an NPC from a game…” At Lin Xiaofeng’s remark, a chill ran down Zhang Xingmin’s spine. He couldn’t deny it—right now, it really did feel as though they were trapped inside some kind of game..

[2018 Supernatural Ghost Festival Contest Entry] As night fell, the King of Hell returned to life! Ling Qiu found himself back in the city, standing proud atop the world, casting a contemptuous glance at the masses lost in their dazzling nightlife. This time, he would hold the world in the palm of his hand! “Ling Qiu, is there anything in this world… more terrifying than hell?” “There is,” Ling Qiu replied with a faint smile, gently pinching the young lady’s cheek. “For example… crossing me.”.

The consequence of a forbidden love was the mysterious death of his younger sister. As her elder brother, Mo Jiang was reluctant to bear the blame, especially since he had only recently transmigrated into this twisted body. Yet, he hadn’t expected this to be the end. That very night, his sister’s restless spirit returned, knocking on his door… [This is not a supernatural novel—it merely wears the guise of the supernatural, urban, fantasy, immortal cultivation, martial arts, competitive, game, and magical genres. In truth, it is a science fiction story… Honestly, I’m not deceiving you.].