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Author of "As You Are, Lady Ghost"; Cold Autumn Wind, No Harem, Good Writing, Completed, Enjoyable Reading, Personally I Think It's Very Good, It's Still Very Good After a Year or Two; Author of "The Ghost Detective"; Autumn Wind Cold, Also No Harem, No Holy Mother.
I'm obsessed with Qiu Fenghan's books recently. Yin Yang Ghost Detective was the first book I read. It was super good and I have read it three times. The psychic doctor is now following your orders, my lady ghost.
I suddenly thought of Wang Dazhu's mother and son who came back from the dead, and then thought of the pottery figurines broken by Wang Dong's wrong hands. Could they have any connection? "Could it be that Wang Dazhu's mother and son came back as pottery figurines?" I looked at the fat aunt with complicated emotions, she was still smiling proudly. "Hey, you discovered it. But the pottery figurines are not just mother and son." What does this mean? Could it be... Before I could think about it further, the fat aunt said it herself: "Many people in your village have been replaced long ago." No wonder they saw the corpses were pottery figurines. The villagers were not panicked and fearful, but chose to believe the fat aunt, thinking that it was me. It turned out that a large number of them were also pottery figurines, and the fat aunt was with them, so they naturally helped the fat aunt speak. This is troublesome. I still don't know the purpose of these pottery figurines. Taking them out of the village rashly may cause even greater trouble. The fat aunt knew this, and her tail was almost raised to the sky with pride, but I was not afraid of her. "So what about the pottery figurines? They are completely harmless!" I slapped my hand to signal her not to forget, "Wang Dong can kill one of them with just one slap. Although I am not as strong as Wang Dong, it is not a problem to deal with them." The fat aunt's eyes became colder, and she raised the corner of her mouth in a sullen tone: "Do you think the pottery figurines of the Thousand-Armed Buddha have this much strength? The ones Wang Dong shot to death were just defective ones, and the real pottery figurines are much more powerful than you humans." The fat aunt smiled coquettishly, her eyes glowing red, and I suddenly caught the key point: "What do you mean by human beings? Are you not human?" The fat aunt didn't say anything, but Xue Tinghanhuo recognized her true face with dazzling eyes: "She is not a human, but a gray fairy." Gray fairy? It turns out that she is a mouse, no wonder she is so mean. "So, you brought the rats in the dry well? You also killed several Wang Dazhus? Are you the gray fairy who wants to take revenge on our village?" I frowned, feeling that something was wrong. If the fat aunt is really the Gray Fairy, the previous plan would have been too difficult for me. Now the fat aunt wants to tear me apart, how can she make peace with me? "Now that you have recognized me, I will no longer hide it. Yes, I am the Gray Fairy. You have harmed my descendants, and I want you to pay with your blood!" The fat aunt waved her hands angrily, and the air around her shook. The four words "blood debts must be repaid with blood" were like a magic sound that entered my mind, reverberating... The lingering sound was like a circle of ripples, buzzing in my mind, as if someone was beating bells and drums inside for a long time. My headache was about to explode. Xue Tinghan stood beside me and supported me. The voices in my head slowly subsided, but I was still dizzy. Xue Tinghan said softly: "Cover your ears." I immediately covered my ears tightly. Xue Tinghan didn't know where he conjured a wooden fish and started beating it. Muyu's steady and rhythmic voice instantly drowned out the buzzing sound made by the fat aunt, who howled miserably. "I won't let you go!" Disappeared. The men who came with her all collapsed on the ground and were broken into pieces. It turned out that they were all pottery figurines. No wonder they didn't drink chicken soup. By the way, can the pottery figurines not eat? Maybe this method can be used to distinguish between real people and pottery figurines. I rushed out in surprise and prepared to ask the village chief to gather all the villagers and treat them to a big meal. Xue Tinghan suddenly flashed in front of me and stopped me. "What's wrong?" I asked him strangely. I still had business to do. Why was he stopping me? Did he think my method was not feasible? Xue Tinghan carried me back to the dining table like a chicken and said, "You haven't eaten your meal yet. Go when you are full." I was speechless. This guy was just worried that I didn't have enough. He also acted like he was overbearing and there was no room for discussion. I had no choice but to listen to him, so I had to sit down and finish my meal before leaving. But I have eaten all the food, so what should I entertain the villagers? Xue Tinghan said that he would arrange the food matters himself, and asked me to make the scene bigger and invite everyone over at once to save trouble. I went with peace of mind and felt happy: He had finished his own business and was coming to help me? With him as my backer, what else did I have to worry about? Soon, villagers came to several large tables one after another. In addition to Wang Dazhu's mother and son and the village chief's family, they all arrived, and there were five tables in total. There is only one big table in my house, and the other four tables were moved by Wang Dong and Uncle Feifan from home. Now in the village, my most effective assistants are the two of them. When the banquet started, I said some polite words as usual, and the villagers all started to flatter me. Wang Dong and Uncle Feifan almost praised me to the sky. I raised my glass and toasted everyone a glass of wine: "Without further ado, it's all in the wine. Let me toast you all." Most of the people at the table raised their glasses, and some people said they didn't know how to drink. I smiled and asked them to drink tea instead of wine, and they all drank in cooperation. This is strange. Could it be that pottery figurines can also drink? I stayed still and continued to observe. Many people were very hungry. I heard that they could eat, but the food on the table was robbed in the blink of an eye, and it was not enough for them to give them a tooth. Xue Tinghan brought some more and put them in the kitchen. I pretended to serve the food and reported the situation to Xue Tinghan in the kitchen: "I looked carefully just now. Everyone is eating seriously, and there is no one who is not eating. Is my previous guess wrong, that the pottery figurines can also eat?" The old man moved slowly and couldn't overtake the young man. Even though he had chopsticks, he didn't eat much. Are the pottery figures inside the old people and children? Xue Tinghan didn't say anything and let me make my own judgment. I knew that he wanted to exercise my abilities. I have already received his advice, so naturally I can no longer rely on him. I have to find out who the terracotta figures are on my own. After bringing the dishes out of the kitchen, Wang Dong was waiting at the door of the kitchen. He mysteriously pulled me into the corner and said, "Sister Wei, I found that something is not right with Lin Feng's family." I also lowered my voice like him and asked, "What's wrong with them?" Wang Dong said that he saw his wife secretly vomiting all the food. Lin Feng himself was also sneaky. But I clearly remember that Lin Feng ate very delicious food. Lin Feng is Wang Cuiya's chosen son-in-law. He is also a rare person with a foreign surname in our village. He doesn't usually interact with other people. I heard that he and Wang Dong have some holidays.
Recommend a Feng Shui supernatural novel "The Strongest Architectural Feng Shui Master on the Construction Site", which integrates Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Feng Shui fighting, historical time travel, reincarnation, magic, science fiction, Feng Shui supernatural, Lu Ban Shu, Mohist organ skills, Gu magic, and corpse exorcism. It writes about Feng Shui supernatural things from the perspective of architecture students and construction engineers.,::
"Folk Tales: Taboos on Ritual" Tonight, do you dare to open these sealed rituals? When the ancient sacrificial inscriptions ring out at midnight, when the evil spells begin to loosen - this book contains records of taboo rituals that have been passed down orally among the people but have never been fully recorded. It is not a fiction, not a deduction, but a real-life underworld contract that was sorted out after visiting old people in the countryside, folk warlocks, and gravekeepers. --- 📜 You will meet in the book: The Invitation Chapter: Those beings that cannot be easily summoned The White Event Chapter: The rules that cannot be said in Shanxi funerals The Stage Chapter: The well-kept taboos of night plays in Liyuan Xing The Evil Suppression Chapter: The origin and backlash of five strange things to suppress evil 👁️ Special warning: All interviewees are asked to conceal key steps when telling the story - because some doors, once pushed, can no longer be closed. --- 🌙 Suitable reading for you: 1. Explorers who are curious about the hidden culture of Chinese folklore 2. Lovers of horror literature who like to be based on real folklore legends 3. Creators who need solid folklore materials when writing 4. Skeptics who are bold and convinced that "it's harmless as long as you don't believe it" (perhaps you will change your mind after reading it) Final reminder: It is recommended to read during the day. If you must open it late at night, please make sure - the lights in the room are bright enough, the door behind you is closed, and don't try to verify anything in the book. Some knowledge is a curse in itself.
A collection of short supernatural stories and ghost stories! There is also an alien story in it! Lots of zombies! Supernatural ghost story! Mind-blowing! Interesting recommendation!