[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele":3,"chapter-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-171":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Invincible Female Ghost Is A Bit Of A Hopeless Romantic",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1706359,2180,"Chapter 171: Damn, Why Didn’t You Say So Earlier!","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-171",171,"\u003Cp>The instant the danger level popped up, Lu Yuan was plainly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Lu Yuan’s earlier thinking, this so-called Faceless Malevolent Deity posed no real threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of thing half-dead, on the verge of dissolving into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like those few in Zhenlong Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So at the start, Lu Yuan really did not take this matter seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he was a bit bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Lu Yuan hadn’t fully recovered to true Celestial Master level yet, honestly he was close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current strength, could there still be a ten-star danger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Lu Yuan spun and glanced at the two little Hu Tutu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother of God!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So your Hu Family of Continuing the Lamp really continues everything, huh!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the wind stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaves fell silent, grasses ceased rustling, even the wisps of azure smoke left after the column of flame went out rose straight up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They drifted to midair, then suddenly dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The valley fell utterly quiet. Not ordinary quiet — every sound seemed sucked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No insect chirps, no bird calls, not even the thud of one’s own heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crack in the ground grew wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a finger’s width to a palm’s, from a palm’s to an arm’s width.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure was pitch black, not ordinary black, but the kind light could not pierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talisman fire on Lu Yuan’s shoulder still glowed, but light entering the fissure vanished after three inches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not blocked — swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That blackness was like a mouth, devouring light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand reached out from the crack and kept crawling outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t simply a hand crawling — something was using that hand to push up from underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “hand” had no fingers, just a blurred, claw-like appendage,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>inky-black, gleaming oily under the moonlight as if it had been just pulled out of the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things began seeping from the fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not mist, not smoke, but a vapor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very faint, colorless, yet when you looked that way you knew something was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vapor flowed out of the fissure, hugging the ground as it spread, rolling over ash-paper, which then lifted into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It passed over fallen leaves, which curled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It ran over pebbles, which began to roll on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vapor spread faster and thicker, rising from the ground to waist height, then to a person’s height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something within the vapor started moving. Not wind — the vapor itself churned, like a pot of boiling water, bubblin’ and popping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every bubble popped, and a face drifted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not human faces, just facial outlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No eyes, no nose, no mouth — just a vague, ghastly pale circle, floating in the vapor for a moment, then dispersing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One dispersed, another appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, packed densely together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those faces churned in the vapor, floated to the fissure’s edge, then were sucked back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floated out, sucked back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon a large black orb-like head pushed out of the crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A head without a face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole head was a smooth expanse of nothing, round, slick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight fell on it but produced no reflection, no shadow — it just slid by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No eyes, yet it was watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Lu Yuan, watching living Hu Tutu, watching the paper Hu Tutu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the lamp, watching those faces, watching the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Faceless Malevolent Deity’s body emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very thin, as skinny as a bamboo pole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very tall, not quite human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood at the fissure’s edge; moonlight struck it, yet it cast no shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Faceless Malevolent Deity raised a hand and scooped into the vapor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It nonchalantly grabbed a handful of faces, held them, and pressed one against its own face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first the face stuck like pasted paper, not fitting smoothly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but quickly it fully merged into the deity’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the face of a sixty- or seventy-year-old woman, wrinkled and deathly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face, matched to such a tall, skinny body, produced an indescribable, eerie wickedness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Faceless Malevolent Deity before him, Lu Yuan lost any hesitation and shoved the Yansheng Dagger back into his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yansheng Dagger was for small-scale fights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan hadn’t taken the Faceless Malevolent Deity seriously before and only used the dagger to break some malevolent methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what would come next was obvious even without thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan had no intention of running. If it escaped this time, catching that deity later would be much harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, Lu Yuan thrust his right hand into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A seam split open in system space at his fingertip, cold wind spilling out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the sword hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the warm touch of a Yansheng Dagger, but icy, like touching iron in winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped and drew it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the blade left the seam, the moonlight brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that the moon changed — the sword reflected light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A three-foot azure blade, cloud patterns carved along the spine from guard to tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was thin enough to let light through; moonlight gleamed on one side, showing through to the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt was wrapped with black cord, the knots polished bright from years of handling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan held the sword across his body, left hand’s two fingers together tracing from the blade’s base to the tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword hummed, not like iron but like bronze, like a temple bell struck once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Yunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A top-tier ritual tool!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cloud patterns on the blade, it drew thunder when unsheathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds bring storm, thunder comes from heaven — clouds move, rain falls; thunder strikes and lightning sweeps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It matched the old Daoist saying, “Cloud and thunder in the sky, divine power in hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan had no plan to haggle with this Faceless Malevolent Deity or exchange idle words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a legitimate Celestial Master of orthodox Daoism!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a malevolent cultist!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No courtesy. Two words:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill it!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Lu Yuan raised the sword with his right hand, his left hand formed the thunder seal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Index and middle fingers pressed forward together, ring and little fingers bent into the palm, thumb pressing the ring finger nail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the orthodox Daoist starting formation to summon thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Lu Yuan hadn’t fully returned to Celestial Master standard, it didn’t mean he couldn’t use thunder techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were just weaker than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still thunder techniques — still a powerful suppression against malevolent worship!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nine Heavens’ Thunder Patriarch, thunder’s decree, swift as a shooting star, let the ten directions and three realms hear!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan intoned and took a step back, sword tip aimed at the Faceless Malevolent Deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloud patterns along the blade began to glow — not reflected light, but self-illumination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue-white radiance ran along the carving from base to tip, then from tip back to base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity shifted. Not forward — it tilted to the side,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its body swayed like bamboo in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tilted then straightened back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old woman face’s mouth opened — no teeth, no tongue, just a black cavity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That black hole faced Lu Yuan and a gust blew out, cold wind carrying the stench of a rotten swamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan didn’t look at that mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the sword tip. The tip trembled — not his hand, but the sword itself. It was responding to thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five Thunder Fierce Officers, crack the thunderous might.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shake heaven and earth, seize and bind the malevolent spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan planted his right foot, released the seal, both hands gripping the sword, tip pointing skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight ran down the blade, following the edge to the guard, to the hilt, into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand glowed — not emitting light, but something welled out from the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It crawled up his fingers, over the back of his hand, wrist, and forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was thunder qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Invisible, yet tangible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the hairs on his arm stood up; his sleeve fluttered though there was no wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time it didn’t tilt — it stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slow, deliberate steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its feet made no sound, but the ash on the ground trembled and floated as a thin veil in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old woman face remained fixed, the black aperture staring at Lu Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan slashed downward; the sword tip pointed at the deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I invoke the thunder’s will, aligned with heaven’s heart. With one thunderclap, all malevolence vanish!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the final words, he thrust the sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a stab — a sending motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword left his hand and hovered, tip facing the Faceless Malevolent Deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloud patterns along the blade fully illuminated, blue-white light so bright it made eyes water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something sounded in the skies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not thunder yet — a prelude to thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky grew heavy, clouds churned. The moon remained, but its light dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark clouds poured in from all directions, pressing low like they might fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something rolled inside the clouds — not thunder sound, but thunder moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From east to west, west to south, south to north, north to east.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where it passed, that place flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan inwardly fretted: given his current state, forcing thunder technique like this was a stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had it been, and the thunder still hadn’t descended!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a Grand Celestial Master would need a seal now — the thunder would fall as soon as the move began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Lu Yuan of old would have had the thunder strike by now, but the thunder darted across the sky...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, fortunately...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Faceless Malevolent Deity was no sharp thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>there was something wrong with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Definitely a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were normal, it surely wouldn’t have needed the Hu Family of Continuing the Lamp to “continue” it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity stopped and lifted its head to look at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t try to strike Lu Yuan in this moment or do anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead it seemed drawn to the thunder in the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No eyes, but it watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderclap exploded in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not distant rumble, but a cracking blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just that one blast, tearing open above, making the valley vibrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living Hu Tutu clamped her hands over her ears and crouched, the paper Hu Tutu flattened to the ground, the lamp rolled far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan stood unmoving, but after that one sound he heard nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beam of light struck through the gap — not a lightning bolt, but thunderlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue-white, as wide as a bowl, it struck the sword that hovered midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the sword caught the thunderlight, the entire valley brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing else could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No trees, no temple, no mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only white — painfully bright, too blinding to keep one’s eyes open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan closed his eyes and tossed the ritual sword slightly toward the sky, forming seals with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time he made the “Five Thunder Seal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fingers interlaced, palms outward, thumbs pressed together, index and middle fingers extended, the other six fingers entwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One thunder, heaven and earth move. Two thunders, ghosts and gods tremble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three thunders, thunderclap resounds, ten thousand evils dare not live!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chanted, and the seal changed with each line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the first line, both hands pushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the second, his hands rose upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the third, his hands pressed downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the third line, thunder descended from the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It finally came!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not struck down, but detonated down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunderlight exploded from the sword tip, splitting into five beams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One east, one south, one west, one north, one downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five bolts hit the ground and blasted five craters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pits were charred, smoking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity stood amid the five craters; the old woman face pasted on it burst open and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood there again, transformed back into that smooth orb of nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight fell on it, it stood in the thunderlight and moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not retreating, but advancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step, two steps, three steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder struck it, producing ripples on its surface like stones tossed into water, ripples that faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike — ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved forward; thunder could not stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan gripped Yunting tightly, staring at the faceless thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder techniques failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never seen such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood training under the old man, he’d seen jianghu ghosts not fear talismans, fierce ghosts not fear incantations,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but something immune to thunder techniques — that was a first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder is the most righteous force in the world; when heavenly thunder sounds, all malevolence submits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a Daoist rule passed for thousands of years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the thing before him had just absorbed five thunder strikes like nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those bolts merely caused rolling ripples that vanished like water waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan glanced at the top of the Faceless Malevolent Deity’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it written there plainly!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Type: Faceless Malevolent Deity]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Cultivation: 317 years]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Weaknesses: thunder, electricity, fire]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Danger Level: ★★★★★]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder was listed first among its weaknesses!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could thunder be useless?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the ritual sword hovering in midair dimmed; the thunderlight on its blade weakened from bowl-wide to arm-wide, then to wrist-wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloud pattern along the spine darkened in segments, from tip back to base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the result of Lu Yuan’s internal energy rapidly draining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d unleashed his ultimate move without planning to go through a few rounds with the deity first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That approach had benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could catch an opponent off-guard and deal heavy damage before it could react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it also had drawbacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attacking directly without understanding could backfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now what baffled Lu Yuan most was...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Faceless Malevolent Deity...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>doesn’t take thunder techniques. Then what should he do next?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan reached out and pulled the sword back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the sword returned, he felt it burning in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from thunder, but the sword itself was hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was warning him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the paper Hu Tutu’s voice came from behind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daoist Priest! It’s useless!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Tutu’s tone was urgent and sharp:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t hit it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s those faces!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The faces inside the vapor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Tutu lay on the ground, hugging the eight-hole lamp, its dim yellow light flickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up at Lu Yuan, panic all over her small face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The faces pasted to it are the souls of those people still on it! They haven’t dispersed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you hit it, those souls take the hit for it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The old woman just now took the thunder for it, shielding it from disaster!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those souls are its shell! If the shell isn’t shattered, you can’t hurt it! You have to get rid of those souls first....”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan: “????”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, why didn’t you say so earlier!”\u003C\u002Fp>",2471,"2026-06-06T14:45:54.833Z",1,"novelbin.me","451ce300a4bd6a47ca0361526749932fa3b98cdd9d4596b29dd9479b9d48516a","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-172","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-170",241,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-cover.jpg"]