​​When a humble orderly suddenly gains the ability to hear the voices of the dying, the entire supernatural world wants him dead—or to wish he were dead.​​ Leo Yang was just scraping by at the bottom rung of Mist City, working as an orderly. That was, until he touched a "corpse"—and pulled it back from the brink of Hell. Fired from the hospital, he's now become the personal property of a Mafia Don. An arrogant heir to a medical dynasty vows to ruin him, and an ancient entity called ​​The Withering Root​​ whispers in his mind: "You are my seed..." Leo has no choice: harness his awakened ​​Life Resonance​​ ability to heal the Don corrupted by demons, cleanse a mutating plague, and slap the hypocrite rotten—right in front of live cameras! But when the Global Occult Council issues a kill order, and shadowy forces drag him into a Hellish gladiatorial arena, Leo finally sees the truth— ​​He is no healer. He is a weapon of war.​​ And the first, blood-soaked page of that conflict has just begun.

Welcome to 13 Mink Street. Here, order has collapsed, and the uncanny whispers in the shadows. Psychologist Karen has become the new owner of this cursed house. Faced with the vigilance of evil gods, the judgment of the church, and the secrets of his family, is he powerless? No. He wields a weapon sharper than a sword—psychology. While others use holy light to purge demons, he chooses to provide psychological counseling for them. "Hello, I think your madness is just a cognitive bias. Perhaps we can talk?" This is a story of elegance, madness, and protection. In a world of insanity, witness how a "normal person" uses his own methods and principles to redefine order and above it all!

Chen Mo stood holding his daughter’s hand before the gates of Hope Deaf-Mute School, greeted only by an unsettling, dead silence from within. The principal handed him an exorbitant "job security bond" contract; he signed silently, his knuckles whitening from the force of his grip. Zhang Hui’s engravings on the desk began forming a regular pattern. As he tried deciphering the code, a shadowy figure kept darting past the window. Food in the cafeteria dwindled. When Xu Na collapsed from hunger, still clutching her backpack, he slipped bread inside—only to discover it was filled with rotten raw meat. On that damp, rainy night, muffled thuds and whimpers echoed from the girls’ locker room. He rushed over, but a janitor intercepted him with hands like vices: "Pipes burst. Slippery floors." The disciplinary director’s ruler rose and fell...

At the airport, Shen Qingxue—a peerless martial prodigy—publicly ripped apart their betrothal letter, her palm cracking across Qin Hao's face. "How could a piece of trash from the backwoods like you ever deserve to marry me, Shen Qingxue?" His master’s dying words echoed in his ears: "Play the fool for five years, and the Shen daughter will be yours." He swallowed his pride with a silent nod. But instead, he married her kind-hearted elder sister. All through Kyoto’s wealthy circles, they mocked the Shen heiress for wedding a penniless nobody. Until the day the world’s top ten martial artists gathered in China. As one, they knelt and roared: ​​"Hail the God of War!"​​ His ex-fiancée shattered on the spot: "He... wasn’t he a scrap collector...?" His wife gasped breathlessly beside him. Qin Hao gently clasped her hand: "Forgive the secrecy, my love." His voice dropped to a velvet vow: ​​"But my promises are forever."​

Here's the translation preserving the dramatic tension and nuanced power dynamics: ​​The day I caught my wife cheating, I smashed our five-year wedding band.​​ She sneered, "You loser! If we divorce, you won't get even the house!" I turned and signed the clean-break settlement, then volunteered for a post at the remotest township health clinic. Six months later, the county urgently requested epidemic control experts. The Health Bureau Director personally demanded: "That young Zhang mustcome!" My ex-wife, mascara running as she begged for leniency for her new husband, scoffed: "You're just a country doctor! How could youknow the Vice Governor?" As Deputy Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee, I gestured at the news broadcast: "See the old man saving people? Who has a son-in-law?" When my motorcade passed her seized mansion, my window rolled down a fraction: "Zhou Yating... the ones cuffing you? The Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection."