By Mistake, I Burned the Lovers’ Paper at Midnight—An Aloof Ghost Wife Came to Me in a Dream.

After going bankrupt, I couldn’t even keep my customer service job. Left with no other choice, I started livestreaming late at night, crafting paper effigies—and somehow became a top influencer in the underworld.
Unfortunately, I also attracted a group of ghost brides with dangerously overflowing possessiveness.

“The last set of Immortal-Binding Shackles has been bought by our top donor, sis~”
“Freshly made paper-funerary red silk—tight enough that even the King of Hell can’t break free ❤”
“What? You ladies want to test them personally? W-wait—!”

It wasn’t until I found myself tied up like a zongzi inside a paper-crafted wedding chamber that I finally understood—

What they were craving… was never the paper effigies at all.