The Protagonist Protects China and Is Exposed by an Actor

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The protagonist is very awesome and an important figure in China

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201 The Crown Prince of Great Xia: Debt Collector in a Weird World 2026 Starting Linecompleted 24Reads8.6Score—Shelves
202 "I Took the College Entrance Examination for My Brother, Tsinghua University and Peking University Rushed to Get Me" 2026 Starting Linecompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves
203 There Are Many Rules in the White House 2026 Starting Linecompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
204 The God Returns and Washes the City with Blood for His Daughter YanbeiUrban6.2M Wordscompleted 57.1kReads9.5Score17.2kShelves
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205 Myth Resurrection: I Revived the Chinese Gods The Old Tree Struck by Lightning at the Entrance of the VillageUrban477k Wordscompleted 987Reads8.9Score115Shelves
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206 I Am Devoted to China Unnamed TravelerHistorical309k Wordscompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves
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207 At This Moment I Am the Patron Saint of the East Battle in the SkyUrban369k Wordsongoing 7Reads—Score—Shelves
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208 Fu Moli: Karma Perjury Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k Wordscompleted 5Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
209 Record of Driving Corpses in Xiangxi: People's Hearts Are Full of Ghosts Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k Wordscompleted 5Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
210 The Security Captain's Last Shift Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k Wordscompleted 3Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
211 List of Missing Tenants Dou Cheng Ba Ye31k Wordscompleted 1Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
212 Midnight in Fengtian: Red Costume and Yellow Hair Dou Cheng Ba Ye32k Wordscompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
213 The Dead Don't Look Back Dou Cheng Ba Ye17k Wordscompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
214 Chronicles of Strange Stories from the Republic of China: Borrowing Corpses in Red Coffins Dou Cheng Ba Ye23k Wordscompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
215 Rouge and Corpse Scent: the Record of the Corpse Expulsion in the Kingdom of the Underworld Dou Cheng Ba Ye22k Wordscompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
216 Mass Grave QR Code Dou Cheng Ba Ye20k Wordscompleted 1Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
217 The Third Eye in the Shadow Dou Cheng Ba Ye18k Wordscompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
218 Worshiping the Wrong God: Thirty Pieces of Sacrifice Dou Cheng Ba Ye21k Wordscompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
219 No One Survived in the Old House: Eyes in the Cracks in the Wall Dou Cheng Ba Ye10k Wordscompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
220 Traffic Incense: Broadcast for the Nth Time Dou Cheng Ba Yecompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
221 Chicken You Are so Beautiful: the Last Dance Before Dawn Dou Cheng Ba Yecompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
222 Traffic Sacrifice: Live Broadcast to Send Meat Rice Dumplings Dou Cheng Ba Yecompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
223 Red Line on Ankle Dou Cheng Ba Yecompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
224 Record of Embalming in Prosperous Times. Chang'an Corpse Feast Dou Cheng Ba Yecompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
225 Chang'an Night Journey: Dragon's Blood Embers Dou Cheng Ba Yecompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
226 Stage Ghost Dou Cheng Ba Yecompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
227 Weird Things in Shangyuan Dou Cheng Ba Yecompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my coir raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.
228 Global Catastrophe: Chinese City Defenders Ubuki ChatUrban557k Wordscompleted 865Reads8.9Score—Shelves
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① Passionate and passionate, the protagonist transforms into a patron saint and overcomes obstacles for China, showing extraordinary responsibility and courage! ②In the global disaster, the Chinese city defenders stepped forward and wrote a heroic chapter, which is exciting! ③Amid global catastrophe, the protagonist bravely takes on the responsibility of protecting China. The plot is tense and shows his deep patriotism. ④ Starting from saving Blue Star, embark on a journey to control the avenue of achievement. The plot is exciting and the imagination is wide open. ⑤You are still in school but forced to save the world. The growth of the protagonist is exciting, and the plot is novel and exciting.
229 Global Catastrophe: I Am the Patron Saint of China Silent NightUrban1.2M Wordscompleted 2.8kReads7.2Score135Shelves
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① Passionate and passionate, the protagonist transforms into a patron saint and overcomes obstacles for China, showing extraordinary responsibility and courage! ②In the global disaster, the Chinese city defenders stepped forward and wrote a heroic chapter, which is exciting! ③Amid global catastrophe, the protagonist bravely takes on the responsibility of protecting China. The plot is tense and shows his deep patriotism. ④ Starting from saving Blue Star, embark on a journey to control the avenue of achievement. The plot is exciting and the imagination is wide open. ⑤You are still in school but forced to save the world. The growth of the protagonist is exciting, and the plot is novel and exciting.
230 Ancient Holy Body: One Person Defends a Lonely City, and the Whole World Is the Enemy Mr. DIEastern Fantasy1.0M Wordsongoing 374Reads5.9Score—Shelves
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🌿🌿It fits perfectly! Live TV show, the main character pranking his wife was caught, and he answered the phone ☎️ She said: Husband, I have been caught, come and save me, I am so scared, he was so frightened that he pulled out his pistol~
231 Rage Against Famous Scenes in Many Countries, I Become a Madman to Protect the Country Wealth Is EverywhereUrban400k Wordscompleted 3.1kReads9.1Score412Shelves
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🌿🌿It fits perfectly! Live TV show, the main character pranking his wife was caught, and he answered the phone ☎️ She said: Husband, I have been caught, come and save me, I am so scared, he was so frightened that he pulled out his pistol~
232 Wife********** ongoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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🌿🌿It fits perfectly! Live TV show, the main character pranking his wife was caught, and he answered the phone ☎️ She said: Husband, I have been caught, come and save me, I am so scared, he was so frightened that he pulled out his pistol~
233 Start************ completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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🌿🌿It fits perfectly! Live TV show, the main character pranking his wife was caught, and he answered the phone ☎️ She said: Husband, I have been caught, come and save me, I am so scared, he was so frightened that he pulled out his pistol~
234 Night Watchman's Head Seven Nights Toffee VanMystery163k Wordsongoing 287Reads—Score129Shelves
235 Reborn in the 1980S, the Whole Village Became Rich by Growing Vegetables and Fish in Lingquan Ling Dianongoing —Reads—Score—Shelves
236 Embalming Mystery Case Toffee Vancompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
237 After Rebirth, She No Longer Cleans up the Prince's Vicious Girlfriend Toffee Vancompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
238 The Rebirth of the Human Emperor and His Conquests Outside the Territory Duan Jingleiongoing —Reads—Score—Shelves
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This setting just fits, it's a slow-burning group portrait article
239 God of Cooking Study Manual Sponge Ball1.3M Wordscompleted 5.7kReads9.1Score728Shelves
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240 Live Broadcast: the World Is so Big, I Will Take You to See It Two Jugs of Wine Between FlowersUrban850k Wordscompleted 8.1kReads8.7Score770Shelves
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241 Fans Report! I Can No Longer Hide My Identity as a Composer The Person Who Wrote ItUrban1.2M Wordscompleted 62.8kReads9.4Score6.2kShelves
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242 After Reading the Book, My Top Rival Became My Wife's Fan Su Ranjiu512k Wordscompleted 1.1kReads9.4Score181Shelves
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243 Airborne Hot Search! the Gangsters on the Internet Rely on Live Broadcasts to Catch Ghosts and Become Top-Notch Ukawa578k Wordscompleted 7.4kReads9.3Score1.5kShelves
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244 Wear It Quickly************ completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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245 Through the Book: the Mythical Beast Is Forced to Cheer for the Villain Guagua Makes Money584k Wordscompleted 1.3kReads9.3Score279Shelves
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246 Wearing a Book: a Yandere Boss Begs for Hugs Every Day After Becoming a Mind Reader Goblin Demon135k Wordscompleted 4.1kReads9.3Score747Shelves
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247 How to Defeat the Vicious Old Father Who Is Dressed as an Interstellar Kid? Don't Worry About the Future.392k Wordscompleted 3kReads9.4Score464Shelves
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248 The Whole Internet Is Talking About Me and the Actor Cp Liantianyue549k Wordscompleted 618Reads9.3Score161Shelves
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249 On 88 Ways to Kill the Villain Yandere Corpse King Childish276k Wordscompleted 1.7kReads9.5Score283Shelves
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250 Entertainment********* completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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