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Cycling Dream Realm
Lin Ye, an ordinary social animal, dies unexpectedly and travels to a parallel modern world. He becomes Lu Ye, a young man who just committed suicide in a strange dormitory. When he wakes up, he finds himself trapped in a repeating seven-day dream cycle. Each cycle will encounter more terrifying and strange phenomena. If he is not careful, he will be dragged into the abyss by the ghost and completely shake his soul. At the critical moment, the dream-cutting system bound to Lin Ye's soul is activ
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Yellow River Crossing
Chen Sanshui is a ferryman in Liujindu Village on the Yellow River. He has something wrong with his ears. It's not deafness - it's that you can hear sounds you shouldn't hear. The sound of water in the river, the wind blowing through the reeds, the sound of the boat planks - he could tell there was something else inside. For example, there is breathing sound among the sound of water, but there is no one nearby. He has a pair of old copper headphones that were left behind by his father. When worn
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Has Your Mother Been Acting a Little Strange Lately?
She has been dead for a thousand years and has learned only one thing - hate. She waited for a thousand years, and then a body that was still warm came: a mother had just died, leaving behind a boy who should have lost his parents. She moved into this home and planned to turn that boy into her thousand-year sacrifice. But she forgot that she had just turned eighteen when she died... In short, is he a sinister person? The story of an arrogant female ghost who transforms into her mother again. Thi
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The Man Carrying a Corpse on the Road at Night Returns Home at a Red Light
Chen Deng carried the dead people home, only to find that what each corpse was most afraid of seeing was his own relatives. He is not an active hero, but a young man who wants to escape from his ancestral estate and save money to save his mother. He hates carrying corpses, but because of the corpse debt left by his father, the gradual "loss of fame" of his mother, and the abnormality of Gu Xiaoman's corpse, he is forced to walk at night again. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious.
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Xia Wu Gu: Rumors
"You must have driven her crazy." Nanling Yilu·Yang Dianniang: "After Dian Niang died, people spread the news about her grievances. The more people spread the news, the more her appearance changed. A hundred years later, the good people reenacted the play, and the viewers wept, not knowing whether they were weeping for Dian Niang or their own bodies. An old scholar passed by and sighed: 'This is not a play, but a statue made by everyone. The real person will die on the day the statue is complete
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Urban Strange Stories: Modern Liaozhai
Lin Yan was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, and he has been able to see obsessions and wandering spirits that ordinary people cannot see since he was a child. Watching an inconspicuous grocery store in an old alley, you can see all the weird things in this city hidden under the neon lights. Everyone in the world says that ghosts are scary, but when he travels through Yin and Yang, what he sees most is often the greed and ruthlessness deep in the human heart. There is no ability to reach h
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Bronze Mirror: Don't Look in the Mirror at Night
Lin Zhou, who had just entered society, rented a remote and old rental house to save money on rent. After moving in, strange things happened frequently. On thunderstorm nights, there were frequent power outages and signal interruptions. There were gusty winds and strange noises in the house. Her sister Lin Jun noticed that the aura of the house was strange, so she searched around and invited the righteous Taoist priest Xuanchen, who became the key to solving the problem. The ancient mirror in th
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Trillions of Ghost Coins, Buy a Weird Hospital at the Beginning
The author of this book is a cutting-edge online writer who is deeply involved in the weird recovery track. He is good at deeply integrating the sense of God's generosity with rules and strange stories, and is good at embedding business logic in a terrifying atmosphere. The world view in the novel is rigorously set, and the rules of the mysterious realm are progressive and full of contrast. The protagonist Lin Ye uses financial thinking to play with the weird world, and creates a new track with
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Nightmare Apartment
This is a strange novel, there are dangers in it There are many types of copy thrillers, so I won't introduce them too much. **************************************************** This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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Strange Agreement
Shen Zuo works as a night shift cadaver at a suburban funeral home. His salary is low, he is ostracized by his colleagues, and his ex-girlfriend broke up because she was too poor. It wasn't until that night that the morgue was really haunted. A contract pattern appeared inexplicably on his left wrist, and a cold-faced complaint system appeared in his mind: Congratulations, you have been mistakenly tied as the only evil person in the world. Performance assessment: Suppressing ghosts, signing cont
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The Local Government Handles the Case
After Su Fan died, he traveled to a dead soul in the Three Realms and became a seductress in the underworld. As a result, the atmosphere of the underworld completely changed. "First of all, I would like to emphasize that I am not the one who caused the underworld's atmosphere to be distorted. The ghosts are just seducers. I just fulfilled my duty." "If you can't win over me, don't say that I'm the one who brought the wrong style." After saying this, Su Fan walked out of the ghost gate with the s
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Strange Stories from the Border Army, Gaiden 01, Paper Man Zhao
In the third year of Wanli, Luzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a craftsman in the south of the city, named Zhao and Jiu, who has been making paper for generations. Other paper puppets are only used for funerals and temple fairs, but the Zhao family's craftsmanship is unique. It uses bamboo as bones, paper as skin, and secret patterns to draw air. The Zhao family has kept the precept for generations: skills can be used to hide oneself, but not to make one famous; skills can be use
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Mountain and Sea Painting Demon Scroll
In the troubled times of the late Tang Dynasty, the new moon of a hundred years is approaching, and the road of Yin and Yang opens. Shen Yan, a soul painter in blue shirt, carries a scroll of ancient paintings and walks with lotus demons, mountain spirits, book spirits, yellow immortals, and fierce ghosts. He writes down all the joys and sorrows of the world among the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou, and transforms thousands of crazy souls. I will bring you oil into China, all kinds of monsters
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Weird Night Shift
Before his death, my grandfather left a clueless sentence: "The water in the fish market is not water." At the age of twenty-seven, I was kicked out of my home by my landlord and took over the job of night shift enforcer at Nanwan Port Fish Market. A monthly salary of 6,000 yuan was included, and the only price was to keep a yellowed book of 108 business rules. Turning to the first page, it says: Article 1: Night shift workers are not allowed to face the southeast. Article 52: The three enamel c
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Taboo Archives
The night shift security guard at Hexi Funeral Home was silent and inadvertently violated the three taboos of the funeral home during a vigil - There is no turning back after locking the door. You cannot look directly into the incinerator in the middle of the night. The seventh cabinet in the locker room cannot be opened. All three offenses were committed, but he did not die. But he began to see things that others couldn't. Those rules that have been forgotten by the times have always existed. T
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The Unspoken Book
My name is Zhang Xu, a member of Xuanmen. After ten years of reciting the mantra and ten years of traveling, I am used to seeing evil, but I am even more afraid of people's hearts. I have walked through ancient villages in the mountains and bustling cities. I have seen Shengji who exchanged his life for his life. I have seen the truth buried under the soil. I have seen the nastiness under the glamor. I have seen that kind people have nowhere to redress their grievances. There are too many things
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Strange Folk Stories: the Skills Left Behind by Great-Great-Grandfather
He grew up with strange stories from the countryside, and his ancestors passed down his unique ability to exorcise evil spirits. Monsters in the mountains, strange news in the old house, and weird things in the countryside come one after another. Relying on the magic weapon left by the great grandfather, he travels between the Yin and Yang worlds, deciphers long-lasting strange folk stories, and uncovers the secret rumors hidden in the countryside. This novel and its characters are purely fictit
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Grave Robbery: the Ten Years When My Little Brother and I Were Both Zhang Family Members
I, the last generation of tombkeepers of the Zhang family, follow the instructions of my ancestors to guard the eternal evil tomb at the foot of Daqing Mountain. The warlord's guns, Xie Ling's brute force, and Jin Xiaowei's Fenjin Ding acupuncture points could not break the machine array set up by my grandfather. Until that day, a well-equipped "archaeological team" came to the door, led by a beautiful professor. She pointed at my nose and said, "The country needs to study the contents of your t
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Weird: My Notes on Folklore Taboos
The day my grandfather passed away, he left me a broken notebook. It reads: If the paper man doesn't look right, the coffin won't fall to the ground. The dead sing, the living sing, if they don't agree, let's lie down together. I thought this was feudal superstition. Until the old man watching the night suddenly died, the paper figures began to sing coffin-carrying songs. Lying in the coffin is myself. And my shadow stretched out its hand towards me. Shen Qingyan from the Folklore Administration
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