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At the Beginning of the Game, the Whole City Couldn't Predict My Fortune.
My name is Shen Che. I set up a stall in the night market to tell fortunes, but no one believed me for three years. It's not that I don't have the ability, it's that no one deserves to see my ability. I was born without vision. I didn't have that shield on everyone's heart when I was born. I can tell who is lying; I can see who is going to die tonight. The iron-mouthed magician deceived people in front of the whole night market and borrowed their lives. I exposed it in front of everyone. I smash
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At the Beginning, Draw a Circle and a Million Troops Move in Place.
After eleven years of drawing talismans, Zhang Zhang was a waste product. The good-for-nothing apprentice in Linjiang City had his talisman torn apart and stepped on in public. Until that day, he casually drew a circle, and Linjiang City's first genius walked on the threshold for half an hour. What he draws is not a talisman, but a road, a grinding path, a circle that cannot be walked out of. Trap people, trap lives, trap millions of troops. The enemy who fell into his "endless" circle is still
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Not Crossing
My name is Chang An. My classmates said that there was no hope for me to build a foundation and that I would have to work as a handyman in the outer sect for the rest of my life. What they don't know is that I tried it the day I was pushed off the cliff – I couldn't die. While others cultivate for one life, I live for ten lives; while others strive for the world, I strive to survive. When Huo Jinghong stepped on me to reach the top, I was counting stones at the bottom of the cliff; when he becam
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In Face
My name is Pei Du, and I grew up in Wanmian Pawnshop. In this world, face is currency—behind a face is a life. If you use face, you have to live out your life for that person. The government says that faces are given by heaven, and each person has one face, but every man in the city is secretly changing faces, buying substitutes to ward off disasters, and buying other people's happiness in life. I have never had a face in my life, and because of this, there is no face in the world that I cannot
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