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252 香 Xiangjiang Yinlu: Domino Tribulation Yang Zai13k WordsCompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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Let's try it [laughs][laughs]

254 诡 Dreamland Part 1 The Little Potato Has Become SpermRural Life82k WordsCompleted 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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This novel is worth reading

260 我 My Lady Doesn't Believe in the Supernatural Young Master FulingMystery276k WordsCompleted 59Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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After reading too many cheating ghost-catching articles, I understand how rare this kind of folklore story rooted in the northern countryside is. Taoism and reality are intertwined. Apart from metaphysics, there are all kinds of human conditions.

261 第 On the 49Th Day, the Whole Network Watched Me Kill the Immortal. Young Master FulingMystery318k WordsCompleted 12Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The description of the deserted house adventure section is exquisite, and the sense of the picture is immediately apparent.

276 佛 The Secret of Buddha Mother Eighth Master of Dou City18k WordsCompleted —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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"Whether I am ugly or not is not for you to judge!" The speaker was a female ghost with long hair. I carefully compared her from head to toe with one of the corpses on the ground. I can't say that they are 100% similar, but they are almost the same. "The audience has sharp eyes and their evaluation is objective!" I said to her seriously, "If we, the audience, don't judge, then who can?!" "Me!" The voice came from behind us. It should be a man. "Who are you?" I couldn't help but ask the voice. "Her man!" "Whose man?" I glanced at the woman whose arm was tightly grabbed by the ghost woman. "Our man!" The woman and the female ghost replied in unison. "Can you see him?" I asked the woman curiously. "I can't see it!" The woman shook her head, "But I can smell him!" "Smell... Smell?!" "The unique smell of smelly men!" "Uncle, she said you smell!" I looked at the uncle with a smirk. "Do I stink?" The uncle pointed at the corpse on the ground. "But no matter how stink I am, I still don't stink as much as that guy's body!" "If a man doesn't stink, he's not a man!" The male ghost said seriously. "So you came here specifically to find your own body?!" The uncle asked. "Don't look for it!" The male ghost rolled his eyes at him, "Are you raising me?" "I never raise idle ghosts, especially scumbags like you!" "Am I a scumbag?" The male ghost sighed, "There used to be a lot of trouble in the sea, except Wushan, which is not a cloud... I'm just more sentimental than ordinary people!"…

286 都 Urban Cultivation Immortal Ancestor I Know Zhuang ShisanUrban696k WordsOngoing 45Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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287 因 Law of Causality: I Have Abnormal Law of Causation and I Am Invincible Watching the Wind Is Not the WindUrban131k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Law of Cause and Effect Skills

288 雪 Strange Snow City Guo XiaotangMystery825k 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 ghost stories! Zombie drought story! It's scary to think about it!

289 子 Midnight Mirror Source of Running WaterMystery557k WordsOngoing 3Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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"Things that linger." Liu Qiniang tightened the red thread and turned to look at Qiu Wuya's baggage, "You brought something you shouldn't have brought." The mandarin duck pillow in the baggage was bleeding, and the mandarin duck's eyes embroidered with gold thread turned into two dark beads, staring straight at Liu Qiniang. Outside the door, the footsteps of the bearers stopped. In the dead silence, the well water suddenly boiled, and a few scarlet wedding dress fragments floated up. The well water gurgled and bubbled with blood, and the whites of Liu Qiniang's eyes suddenly turned blood red. She tugged hard on the red thread, and the harsh sound of nails scraping against the stone wall came from the bottom of the well. "Hold the well rope!" She shouted. Qiu Wuya rushed forward and grabbed the well rope. His tentacles were cold and slippery, as if touching a dead snake. The red thread wrapped around the rope suddenly broke. The well water exploded, and the smelly blood splashed all over the two of them. Liu Qiniang wiped her face, blood dripping down her sharp chin. She pulled Qiu Wuya's baggage away, and the mandarin duck pillow rolled to the ground, with a wet fingerprint on the pillow. "You've been marked." She stared at Qiu Wuya's neck. The fragment of the bronze mirror was handed to his eyes, and Qiu Wuya saw light red marks appearing on the back of his neck - the outlines of two cross-necked mandarin ducks were becoming clear at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was a soft "click" sound outside the courtyard door, as if someone was knocking on the door with fingernails. Liu Qiniang suddenly cut her palm and threw blood beads on the door panel, drawing a crooked spell. "She can't come in before dawn." She tore off the corner of her clothes and bandaged the wound, "but you don't have much time." Qiu Wuya touched the corpse spots on the back of his neck, and felt a slight crawling sensation on his fingertips. Liu Qiniang picked up half of the rotten wedding dress from the well and wrapped it in the mandarin duck pillow. "How did the salesman die?" "Injured by an arrow." Qiu Wuya thought of the salesman's weird smile, "But the appearance of his death was weird..."