[{"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-173":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},1706361,2180,"Chapter 173: Holy crap! Why didn’t you say so earlier!!","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-173",173,"\u003Cp>The sudden move from the Living Hu Tutu really did give Lu Yuan a fright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course Lu Yuan hadn’t forgotten there was also a Living Hu Mianmian beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only, Lu Yuan had always been on guard against this Living Hu Mianmian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t even think she would help him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan was even afraid that while he fought the Faceless Malevolent Deity, that Living Hu Mianmian might suddenly jump out and stab him in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now this Living Hu Mianmian...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Tutu’s voice still echoed through the valley, but Lu Yuan was already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped Yunting in his hand, concentrating that tiny spot of light on the blade; it was needle-tip small, the size of a grain of rice, a pale blue-white, like a star about to go out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced all that light into the sword tip. When the tip lit, the entire valley dimmed for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the Living Hu Tutu’s talisman stuck, that old man’s face began to melt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not slowly melting, but running down from the brow like wax, like melting snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyebrows dropped off, the nose caved in, the mouth twisted to one side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole face peeled away from the Faceless Malevolent Deity, fell to the ground, and shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It broke into crumbs, into dust, into ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blew, and nothing remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face was gone, utterly and completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan didn’t wait for the Faceless Malevolent Deity to run, didn’t wait for any reaction. The sword shot from his hand and plunged into that black mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darkness split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the sword tip pierced, white light burst from the crack, blinding in its intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faces drifted out from the white light, one after another—men and women, old and young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity recoiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper doll Hu Tutu clutched the lamp and stood to the side; the lamp still burned, a dim yellow, flickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian sat against a tree, fingers white from gripping, the silver pattern on her talisman flashing as she kept pressure on the black mass so it couldn’t close up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last face that floated out was an old crone, wrinkled and decrepit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it drifted free it paused, stared in the direction of the Living Hu Tutu, and then dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black mass shrank to the size of a fist and rolled to the edge of the crack, trying to crawl back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure was already mostly closed, only a finger’s width remaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan didn’t let it escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the sword out. The blade no longer held light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He breathed the last of his zhenran into the sword. A white vapor spouted from the tip and struck the black mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It burst into fragments, into ash, into smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind passed; nothing remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crack sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The valley fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan planted the sword in the earth, turned and took two steps, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Mianmian ran over to support him, the lamp wobbling in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daoist Priest...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Tutu set Lu Yuan beneath a tree and sat him down, then went to gather some firewood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t much in the valley besides dead branches and fallen leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She piled the wood on the bare ground, pulled a sheet of yellow paper from her bosom, and tossed it into the pile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper caught, pale blue-white flames licking the twigs, crackling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kindling caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire was small but warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them sat around the fire, none speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, the fight had drained them hugely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, there were so many questions each wanted to ask the others that none of them knew where to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan quietly waited for the system reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since he’d received a high-star reward from Vanquish Demons and Exorcise Evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially this one, a ten-star!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although in the end the Living Hu Mianmian had helped a bit, Lu Yuan ultimately killed it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely this reward would not be missing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the Living Hu Mianmian sat curled against the tree, knees drawn up, hands resting on her knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers were no longer white; the flesh color had returned, though they still trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared into the fire; the flames cast a flickering light across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Mianmian sat beside Lu Yuan, the eight-holed lamp on her lap, hands covering it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp still burned, dim yellow, a tiny flame like a candle about to gutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked down at the lamp for a while, then pulled it closer into her bosom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper patterns on her arm still crawled from wrist to shoulder, up to her neck, hidden beneath her sleeve for a day and a half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp’s light shone on her face, showing those two crooked little tufts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan sat beside the paper Hu Mianmian, the two of them shoulder to shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene made it look as if Lu Yuan and the paper Hu Tutu were family, with the Living Hu Tutu set apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yunting was stuck in the ground beside him, covered in dust, the cloud patterns along the blade now dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan stared at the sword for a while without speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His zhenran was gone, not a drop remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dantian felt hollow, like a dried well, even the bottom bone-dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan reached out and warmed his hands at the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palm was hot, the back of the hand cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled his hands back and rested them on his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire blazed; the dry branches popped and snapped, one crack after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks leapt up from the pile and fizzled out mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind blew from the mouth of the valley, bringing a smell of char and the tang of paper ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paper ash lifted thinly from the ground, skimming the surface, drifting to the edge of the fire where hot air pushed it back, rocking back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moon hung overhead, round and bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight washed the valley, the burned paper ash, the crooked old tree, and the three figures around the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firelight was yellow, moonlight white; the two lights mixed so you couldn’t tell which was which.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked up a stick from the ground and tossed it into the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire popped and settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched the stick burn—the fire moving from one end to the other,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>watching it blacken, turn red, snap, and fall into the ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched intently, as if observing something important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expression on her face was hard to read, the flickering flames throwing her features into strobe-like light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask whatever you want. Once we leave this village, there’s no going back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan lifted his head to glance at the Living Hu Mianmian, then turned to the paper Hu Tutu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Mianmian didn’t respond to the Living Hu Mianmian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead she raised the lamp and peered into the firelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp was copper, pitted with rust, glowing a dull red under the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wick was very short, almost at the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was very little oil left, a thin film coating the bottom of the lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She put the lamp down and hugged it to her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at her hands, at the paper patterns, and after a moment pulled her hands into her sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What exactly is going on with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s a paper person, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But why then...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan looked up at the Living Hu Mianmian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was naturally the question he wanted answered most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Living Hu Tutu could reply, the paper Hu Tutu sitting next to Lu Yuan suddenly looked up at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s a paper person?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daoist Priest, who are you talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That remark left Lu Yuan utterly bewildered. Who are you talking about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire popped, sparks leapt up and fizzled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian didn’t take Lu Yuan’s question, but instead turned her head to look at the lamp in the paper Hu Mianmian’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your lamp’s about to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Tutu looked down at the lamp. The wick was extremely short, just above the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only a thin film of oil left, pooling across the lamp’s base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim yellow flame flickered, ready to go out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go fix it over there, then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian looked at the paper Hu Mianmian, then at Lu Yuan, hesitating a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan immediately looked at the paper Hu Mianmian and raised an eyebrow:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on then, what could she do to it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Lu Yuan felt warmed by the little one’s bluntness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he thought...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s a paper person—this feeling turned oddly uncomfortable in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Mianmian, on hearing Lu Yuan, fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hugged the lamp and stood, walking a few steps to crouch behind a stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She set the lamp down, pulled a sheet of yellow paper from her bosom, tore it into thin strips and stuffed them, one by one, into the wick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her back to them, head bowed, shoulders slightly hunched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight shone on her and on those two crooked little tufts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Lu Yuan and the Living Hu Tutu remained beside the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firelight lit the Living Hu Mianmian’s face; her face was very pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at the fire, watching the branches burn—watching them blacken, glow red, snap and fall into ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan watched her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little girl who had just sealed the Faceless Malevolent Deity with a talisman now sat here no different from an ordinary seven- or eight-year-old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knees drawn up, hands resting on them, fingers still trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She doesn’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian spoke suddenly, very softly, as if afraid the person behind the rock would overhear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She doesn’t know she’s a paper person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So don’t tell her in front of her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked up a stick from the ground, rolled it between her fingers, but didn’t throw it into the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan still said nothing, only nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan had already guessed this; what he was curious about now was...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s my sister, my real sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re twins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian suddenly lifted her small face to Lu Yuan, speaking earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan was left utterly dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What on earth?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now twins and real sister too?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This paper Hu Tutu is a paper person!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget the creases he’d seen before—look at now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper patterns on the paper Hu Mianmian still hadn’t fully healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan stared bewildered at the Living Hu Tutu. Could she be saying the Living Hu Tutu is also a paper person??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the problem is, Lu Yuan had tested the Living Hu Mianmian with various ritual tools before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Living Hu Tutu was definitely alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was absolutely certain!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment Lu Yuan’s head swam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire crackled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks leapt up and fizzled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian stared into the fire; flames flickered across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She was born already dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was flat when she said it, like recounting something from a long time ago, so far away it no longer hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When our mother was carrying us, her belly was a whole lot bigger than other people’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The midwife said it was probably twins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Mianmian twisted the stick in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came out first, crying, limbs moving strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The midwife said it was a good child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stick turned over in her fingers again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When it was her turn—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She wouldn’t come out. Mother was in pain half the night, the bleeding wouldn’t stop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The midwife said the adult and the child couldn’t both be saved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father said save the adult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother refused, said to pull out the younger one no matter what, and let fate decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stick stopped turning. She tossed it into the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We pulled her out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She had no breath, her skin purple, not crying, not moving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother didn’t make it either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The bleeding wouldn’t stop, nothing could stop it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire popped. A spark landed on her shoe; the Living Hu Tutu didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father sat holding her in the courtyard all night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People from the Hu Family of Continuing the Lamp deal with lamps their whole lives; they know about the three souls and seven corporeal souls. When someone dies, the souls don’t disperse immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father couldn’t bear to let her go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hu Tutu lifted her head to look toward the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Mianmian still crouched there fixing the lamp, back turned, head bowed, shoulders slightly hunched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight lit her and those two crooked little tufts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father used the family method to keep her spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He folded a paper body and put the soul into it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He made the paper himself, mixing lamp-wick grass with incense ash, sheet by sheet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For seven days and nights he folded it into a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It had hands and feet, a nose and eyes—exactly like her when she was born.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked up another stick from the ground but didn’t throw it in yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The paper doll was ready; he put the soul in, and she lived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She opened her eyes, cried, nursed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just like a living person, just like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stick in her hand snapped in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tossed the broken piece into the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father kept it secret from everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He told the world both twins survived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The midwife died; in those days people died all the time, and nobody asked questions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked up another stick and threw it in; the fire flared a little brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She didn’t know growing up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She thought she was human, just like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper Hu Mianmian watched the newly tossed stick burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bark curled, forming a little tube as the flame crept under and licked the core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan, sitting across, had to ask:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why must the Continuing the Lamp task be done by her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire popped and a spark leapt onto the Living Hu Tutu’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She does it best. She’s better at continuing lamps than I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father taught her all the techniques.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only learned the leftovers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Lu Yuan nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could ask anything further, the Living Hu Tutu suddenly looked up at him and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The most important thing is...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s not only continuing lamps for others, she’s continuing the lamp for her own life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When she keeps a lamp for someone else, her own lamp brightens a little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The more she sustains, the brighter her lamp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The brighter the lamp, the longer she lives, and the more she becomes like a person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan was taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could fully react, the Living Hu Tutu continued with absolute seriousness:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When she was supposed to continue the Faceless Venerable’s lamp, she would have gained ten years of lamp oil for herself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, that’s gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan: “????”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does that mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it’s as if I just cut ten years off the paper Hu Tutu’s life??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy crap! Why didn’t you say so earlier!!\u003C\u002Fp>",2573,"2026-06-06T14:45:54.833Z",1,"novelbin.me","60a263829961cfa078bc9c117c47e192651f57a1139ba8a5168a9aeb79186544","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-174","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-172",241,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-cover.jpg"]