Strange Ancient Times

248 斩 Kill Demons and Strengthen Your Skills, from Villagers to Warrior Gods Favorite Knee SocksEastern Fantasy81k WordsOngoing 250Reads—Score—Shelves

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This ancient

249 五 Wuniang Recipe Half Orange MoonMystery1.1M WordsCompleted 118Reads8.1Score—Shelves

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There is a mysterious proprietress hiding in a snack shop on Yongle Street in Chang'an. Faced with all kinds of bizarre phenomena on the street, she always remains calm and calm. She uses food as a matchmaker to appease her obsessions and unlock secrets. The story is delicate and picturesque.

249 问 What Can I Ask You? Breathtaking 888Historical550k WordsCompleted 15Reads8.9Score—Shelves

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A masterpiece of Machiavellian Strategy, a fictional historical novel about the troubled times after the Tang Dynasty, when everyone was a chess player and everyone was in the game. At the beginning, everyone was copied and killed.

250 杀 Killing Lives to Seize Luck, I Use Luck to Create the Great Road September YishuangEastern Fantasy205k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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I came across a good work by a newcomer and it quite suits my taste. I recommend it.

253 雪 Strange Snow City Guo XiaotangMystery804k WordsOngoing 33Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A collection of short supernatural stories and ghost stories! There is also an alien story in it! Lots of zombie drought stories! Ghost story! [Send heart][Send heart][Send heart]

253 我 I Can Carve All the Gods and Demons Dalin Who Loves JamEastern Fantasy172k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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[Thinking] In a world where weird things are rampant, all living beings are suffering, and the people at the bottom are struggling hard; watch how a modern cow and horse travels to the weird world and kills indiscriminately...

254 问 Asking for the Immortal's Journey Dozing BugEastern Fantasy140k WordsOngoing 11Reads—Score—Shelves

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If you like Lan Ke Qi Yuan and Disha Seventy-Two Transformations, you can't miss this book. 😘😘😘

255 九 Jiuding Covered in Dust Nao Yuuki of Jijin PavilionMystery644k WordsOngoing 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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The moment Chu Ye, a history student, touched the ancestral bronze compass, the cracks in his cognition quietly opened. Reverse fingerprints sprouted from the reflection in the mirror, cinnabar blood curses oozed from the beams of the old house, and nine bronze coffins at the bottom of the Yellow River resonated with the evil chapter of the "Water Dragon Sutra" - under the surface of the peaceful land of China, what was sleeping was not the gods, but the cancer of the universe known as the "ancient gods". The remains of the secret keeper burned in the blood and fire: Qin Tianjian's talisman drone scanned the distorted space, the Mohist heir used lightning to strike the jujube pipe to drive back the corpse puppet, and the whisper of inhuman things came from under the mask of the Nuo opera girl. The bronze tripod pattern spreading on the back of Chu Ye's neck was burning his reason, and every "synesthesia" was devouring his memory: he saw the squirming flesh and blood pattern under the dancing steps of the imperial concubine, heard the sound of the candle's breath gnawing away at time in the Kunlun Ice Cave, and was even more afraid of the awakening of the soul-eating monster deep in his bloodline - the hunger that originated from the ruins, eager to devour the stars. When the Jiuding seal collapsed, the boundary between reality and madness completely dissolved. Blood characters on cheongsams swim in the neon lights of the city, movable character corpse monuments reassemble the blasphemous history, and deep in the vortex of the Yellow River, a giant bronze door wrapped in billions of pupils slowly opens. The Old Ones? No, it's older than that - it's our own ultimate terror sealed with the blood of our ancestors. He is smiling behind the door, and every breath you take awakens Him.

255 倩 Chinese Girl: After Awakening the System, Are You Greedy for the Body of a Demon? Demonic Spirit614k WordsCompleted 981Reads6.7Score—Shelves

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Isn't this what it is?

256 我 My Invitation to God Is Not Very Serious Houttuynia CordataMystery938k WordsOngoing 7.4kReads6.1Score753Shelves

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Recommended.

257 鬼 Ghostly Mr. Hengqu's Surname Is Not ZhangHistorical365k WordsCompleted 316Reads—Score—Shelves

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Ancient weirdness.

257 鸡 Chicken You Are so Beautiful: the Last Dance Before Dawn Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k WordsCompleted 3Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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The air in Wulan Town is always filled with a salty smell, as if the sea breeze has blown rotten algae into the lungs, and every breath carries a wet weight. This is Nanyang Academy, a university built on the ruins of an ancient altar. The red brick walls are covered with moss, like scars that cannot be healed. At two o'clock in the morning, the cicadas chirped hoarsely, as if they were mourning for someone. I stood in the corridor on the top floor of the abandoned third teaching building, overlooking the open-air basketball court below through the broken glass windows. The flashlight's beam was deliberately lowered, leaving only a faint halo of yellow that barely illuminated the mottled cement floor underfoot. The dark red birthmark on the inside of my wrist was faintly hot in the cool night, as if something alive was crawling under the skin. This is the curse left by the family, and it is also the reason why I have to be here tonight. The sound of a basketball hitting the ground came from downstairs. "Bang, bang, bang." @ Douchengbaye The rhythm is very strange. It's not the normal frequency of dribbling, but three long and one short, like some kind of Morse code, or like a forced beating after a slow heartbeat. I held my breath and tightened my fingers on the window frame. That figure is in the middle of the court. He was wearing a pair of too-large black suspenders, a purple jersey that had been washed white underneath, and a pair of badly worn sneakers. He dribbled the ball alone in the dark, his movements exaggerated and stiff, and every step he took was accompanied by the rhythm of twisted limbs. It's Brother Chicken.

258 只 If You Only Know How to Fight Monsters, Can You Cultivate Immortality? What a Chat! Beast ExcavatorMystery398k WordsCompleted 64Reads—Score—Shelves

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259 我 I Control Thousands of Miraculous Arts with the Ninth-Grade Official Way One Finger SupermanEastern Fantasy334k WordsCompleted 487Reads—Score—Shelves

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Take a look at this one?

261 诡 Gui Wuzhi: I Can See Through Other People's Weaknesses at a Glance Colorless FlowerEastern Fantasy127k WordsCompleted 18Reads—Score—Shelves

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Wonderful, great

262 我 How Could I, an Evil Cultivator, Become a Confucian Boss? Holding Moon in HandEastern Fantasy789k WordsOngoing 152.5kReads8.6Score15kShelves

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👍Ancient weirdness👍 1. Painted-skinned man, fox knocking on the door, catastrophe coming, strange cannibals. A book of demon-slaying manuals, killing monsters in the world. The protagonist travels through ancient times, holding the demon-slaying manual, and slaying demons can gain Taoism, and seek immortality in this life. The ideas are clear, the details are intertwined, the protagonist is not the Virgin [you taste it carefully]