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753 守 On the Day of the Wake, I Was Promoted to the Throne by My Sisters-In-Law Firewood Stove KingHistorical537k WordsOngoing 5.8kReads8.8Score281Shelves

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This book is beautiful.

757 股 I Made a Crazy Profit of 500 Million in the Stock Market and Returned to the County Town to Become a Salted Fish. Mu Lang Ant BeeUrban247k WordsOngoing 53.3kReads6.3Score3.3kShelves

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758 劫 Robbery Furnace Bring a Knife but No Umbrella When Falling into the RainEastern Fantasy185k WordsOngoing 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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Recommended new book: "The Calamity Furnace", respect~ Oriental Fantasy Brain Fantasy #Don't Follow the Old Routine #Robbery Xiuliu Introduction: Cultivation means borrowing debt from the way of heaven, and overcoming calamity means repaying the debt; and there is a furnace in his body, which specializes in cultivating all calamities in the world. In the nine realms of the world, all things need to "borrow the power of heaven" to practice. Every time you break through a major realm, it is equivalent to signing a "debt" to Heaven. When the debt period comes, a disaster will come: if you can carry it over, the debt will be cleared and the state will be solid; if you cannot carry it over, both body and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no chance of reincarnation. Therefore, what monks in the world fear most is not powerful enemies, but calamity. There is not one person out of a hundred who successfully overcomes the tribulation. Every city and every sect has people who specialize in dealing with the funeral affairs of those who fail in the tribulation: the undertakers. They are the people at the lowest level in the world of spiritual practice. They deal with corpses after calamities all the time. Their bodies are stained with the smell of calamity ashes that cannot be washed away, and are considered unlucky. Chapter 1 The Embalmer It was dusk in Luojie Town, and the sky was gray. It's not as gray as a cloudy day, but like an old iron plate that has been smoked thousands of times by calamity fire, weighing heavily on the ridge of the roof. The mortuary shop at the east end of the town has no signboard, and only has a piece of dead willow planted on the lintel: everyone within a hundred miles radius knows that the place where the dead willow is planted is where the dead are collected. Shen Du was squatting on the ground, wiping Blacksmith Wang's face with a piece of linen cloth. It's said to be a face, but actually it doesn't look much like a face anymore. Three days ago, Blacksmith Wang broke through the calamity-inducing realm in his backyard. The calamity fire poured in from the Tianling Gai and burned all night. By the time the neighbor opened the door, his whole body had been reduced to black coals, with only the family heirloom on his chest still embedded in his flesh, proving the identity of the deceased. "Boy Shen, wipe it clean." Wang Dashi, the son of Blacksmith Wang, stood at the door, dressed in filial piety, but his tone was not very sad, but more impatient, "My father has been very decent in his life, don't let him leave in an ugly way." Shen Du did not raise his head. His fingers were steady, and he used a damp cloth to wipe away the burnt dead skin little by little, revealing the texture underneath that had not yet been completely charred. Ordinary undertakers would not dare to touch the corpses that failed to survive the tribulation: the remains of corpses after the tribulation are often lingering with the lingering tribulation energy, and if they get even a little bit, they will be sick for half a month. But Shen Du is not afraid. He has been doing this business with his master since he was eight years old. He has handled thousands of robbed corpses, and his body has long been stained with the smell of robbed ashes that cannot be washed away. People in the town said that he had a tough life and was capable of calamity. Only Shen Du himself knew that it wasn't because of fate, but because he could see it. He could see the dissipating crimson fire on Blacksmith Wang's body. The fire was not burning on the flesh, but on the remaining traces of the soul, like a dark red snake, loosening up little by little. Ordinary people can't see anything. They only feel chills and palpitations when approaching the corpse. But in Shen Du's eyes, the entire mortuary was shrouded in a faint crimson halo. This is his secret. He could see Zed. For as long as he could remember, Shen Du could see something hanging above everyone's head. For ordinary people, it is a gray fog, so light that it is almost invisible; for practitioners, the fog is thicker and darker; and when it comes to transcending tribulations, the fog will suddenly shrink and burn, turning into tribulation fire, tribulation thunder, tribulation wind, all kinds of deadly things. He had reminded Blacksmith Wang. Three days ago, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, he looked at the red calamity fire above Blacksmith Wang's head that had condensed into the shape of a sharp claw. He couldn't help but said: "Uncle Wang, the calamity fire above your head is red, and it is very dangerous. Don't break through within three days." Blacksmith Wang spat at him at that time. "You little undertaker, are you cursing me?" Then Wang Dashi rushed out and pushed him staggering, calling him "a disaster born from a crow's mouth." None of the onlookers spoke for him, and looked at him like a piece of unlucky shit. Shen Du has experienced this kind of thing too many times. He stopped talking and lowered his head to continue wiping. Wang Dashi stood at the door for a while, probably feeling that the room was unlucky, so he said, "After wiping, go to Wang Ji's blacksmith shop to get money" and left. The footsteps faded away, and the only sounds left in the mortuary were Shen Du's breathing and the subtle "crackling" sound made when the calamity fire on the body dissipated. When it touched his chest, Shen Du's hand suddenly stopped. Something is wrong. Blacksmith Wang's calamity fire was red, he could see this clearly. But at this moment, in the deepest part of the blackened sternum, where the breast protector pressed, there was a very faint light: not red, but dark gold. The light was too weak, like a firefly in the wind, looming among the remains of the red calamity fire. If it weren't for Shen Du's eyes, no one would have been able to discover it. He frowned, reached out and took off the breast shield embedded in the bone seam. The dark golden light suddenly brightened for a moment. Shen Du's pupils suddenly shrank. It was a ray of fire. Completely different from the crimson calamity fire wrapped around the corpse, this dark golden flame was only the size of a fingernail, floating quietly in the hollow of Blacksmith Wang's scorched sternum. There was a vague shadow inside the flame: like a tripod, but also like a furnace, simple and thick, exuding an indescribable and vast atmosphere. It is not Wang Blacksmith's calamity fire. Shen Du's instinct screamed, telling him not to touch it. He has been an undertaker for nine years and has seen too many strange deaths. He knows what can and cannot be touched. But that dark golden flame seemed to have some kind of magic power. His eyes were firmly attracted, and his body involuntarily moved closer. Just when his face was less than half a foot away from the flame, the flame suddenly trembled. As if it came alive, it turned into a dark golden stream of light and penetrated along the center of Shen Du's eyebrows. "Hmm!" Shen Du groaned, fell backwards, and hit the ground heavily with the back of his head. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. An indescribable burning heat exploded from the center of his eyebrows, like a sun igniting in his skull, rushing crazily along his meridians. His body arched up, his fingers dug into the mud, and blood oozed from between his fingers. The scorching heat raged in the body for an unknown amount of time, and finally converged to a certain location under the lower abdomen, where is what practitioners call the sea of ​​​​qi. The sea of ​​​​qi of ordinary people is a dead desert, and in Shendu's sea of ​​​​qi, there is something new at this moment. A furnace. It is the size of a palm, dark gold, has three legs and two ears, and the furnace body is covered with dense inscriptions. Shen Du didn't recognize any of those inscriptions, but the moment he saw them, two words naturally appeared in his mind: Robbery Furnace. The dark golden flame burned slowly in the furnace, and the red calamity aura remaining from Blacksmith Wang's body seemed to be pulled by some force. It was drawn along Shen Du's eyebrows, nose, and pores one by one, and was submerged into the calamity furnace. The flames of the calamity furnace suddenly shot up. The calamity fire that once made countless monks talk about it was refined like firewood in the furnace, turning into a ray of extremely pure power, overflowing from the furnace and slowly flowing into Shen Du's limbs and bones. His body is glowing. This is not a metaphor, there is dark golden light flowing under his skin, like magma running underground. The broken meridians were forcibly widened and reshaped, and the atrophied muscle fibers became firm and strong again under the infusion of power. Even the skin color, which looked pale after not seeing the sun for many years, revealed a warm luster. The whole process lasted about one stick of incense. When the last ray of crimson tribulation energy was refined, the flames of the tribulation furnace returned to calmness.

759 让 If I Ask You to Sing, Will You Cry to the Whole Network? Dig Tomatoes for Sweet PotatoesUrban1.1M WordsCompleted 3.5kReads7.8Score232Shelves

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The male protagonist travels through a parallel world to sing and write, and the first song is a classic, hey hey hey

760 一 A Little Taoist Priest's Notes on Tomb Robbing Xixi Eats PieMystery1.4M WordsOngoing 35.3kReads8.9Score2.7kShelves

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It's a million words, you can read it.

762 偷 Stealing My Photos for Online Dating? It Makes Sense to Steal Your Boyfriend, Right? Shi MianModern Romance538k WordsOngoing 16.7kReads8.1Score2.4kShelves

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The heroine is in control of ecstasy, the heroine is not aggrieved at all and [punches hard], one second the vicious best friend is still complacent, the next second she is severely slapped in the face. A wealthy Shura field + multiple male protagonists + a reborn scumbag! [Lick screen]

766 我 I'm a Funeral Director, so It's Normal for Me to Invite Immortals. YulongtanMystery1.2M WordsCompleted 33.6kReads9.4Score3.4kShelves

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🍅Quite enjoyable to watch, especially if you watch it in the middle of the night! 🍀His grandfather was the great disciple who traveled north of the Yellow River, and regarded Emperor Qianlong's edict of Shanhaiguan as nothing! He is the head officiant of the funeral parlor, and he leads a group of modern old fairies to continue writing the supernatural legend of the funeral industry. (The author may really be a fan of Xianer)

768 让 I Asked You to Pay Your Salary, and You Rifled the Steel Pipe? Stir-Fried Durian with ZheergenUrban639k WordsOngoing 431Reads7.5Score—Shelves

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Friends, can some internal threads be processed inside this steel pipe?" "The inner diameter is 7.62 Mm, the twist pitch is 244 mm, and the male wire diameter is 0.3 Mm..." Looking at these data, Su Chen had a headache. What kind of steel pipe requires such strict requirements? "100..."

770 年 Changing Marriages in Different Eras, Dumping the Infertile Scumbag Husband and Giving Birth to Three Children Jiang JiuyiModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 8.9kReads8.9Score885Shelves

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😮Book friends, let's go back to that special era, when intellectual young people went to the countryside to create a different kind of spark. The "wife-swapping" setting in the opening chapter is eye-catching, but the aloof educated youth male protagonist actually has a hot heart and touches people's hearts. The short story between parents and the emotional entanglement in the tide of the times, the plot is gripping and realistic, and you can't stop watching it.

774 从 Eternal Life Begins with Hehuan Sect Sing Love Songs to DogsEastern Fantasy215k WordsOngoing 271Reads—Score—Shelves

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No need to say more.

777 修 I Have Reached Level 9999 in Cultivation, and My Ancestor Is Only at Level 100. Eternal Green LotusEastern Fantasy7.0M WordsCompleted 21.5kReads5.8Score2.2kShelves

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This book is quite engaging, and the main character is a bit sketchy.

783 带 He Passed Through the 1970S with a Huge Fortune and Became the Tyrant of His Family. Sun on Top of MountainModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 168.8kReads9.3Score14.1kShelves

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Finally found the book in Tomato that I couldn't bear to put down even after staying up all night! ! My wife is so pretty! More than 500,000 people read it online, and the more they read, the more addictive they become! The plot is rich and colorful, and the plots are interlocking! ! ! Bookworms, get ready to stay up late and catch up on books! ! !

785 神 Mythical Star Card Master, Loves Collecting but Not Showing Off Cards Level Nine NewbieUrban2.5M WordsCompleted 11kReads8.0Score1kShelves

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① In the future interstellar era, the Human Alliance faces threats from the alien coalition, the apostles of evil gods, and the endless beast tide, and the fire of civilization is in danger. The protagonist is a blind boy who was resurrected from his home planet. He is equipped with a mysterious compilation panel and summons the supreme being in Chinese mythology as a star card master.

788 堕 Fall Corpse SisterModern Romance59k WordsCompleted 80kReads9.6Score9.8kShelves

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I've watched it for a long time [eating melon] [eating melon]

799 大 Master Zun Cheng RuEastern Fantasy318k WordsOngoing 14.7kReads—Score993Shelves

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A veteran in the world of martial arts traveled through the world of cultivation. The Saint, the Sect Master, the Great Elder... Take them all, pure and cool, invincible, with explosive force, and absolutely online IQ. [Love]