The Heroine and the Gangster Meet and Flirt with the Hero.

202 * ** Y in the Seacompleted 407Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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I laughed until my stomach hurt the whole time, no nonsense and all the facts

203 咸 I Am a Salty Fish, and I Am Trapped by President Yu Jie! Prosperity at Your FingertipsUrban1.1M Wordscompleted 51.9kReads9.2Score6kShelves

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This is it.

204 从 From Clerk to Central Power Center Oriental Red Love SaintUrban447k Wordsongoing 583Reads6.5Score—Shelves

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Happy Lantern Festival: I would like to recommend some good books to all you book lovers. Just enjoy reading them. No need to thank me!

205 东 East******** ongoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Happy Lantern Festival: I would like to recommend some good books to all you book lovers. Just enjoy reading them. No need to thank me!

206 我 I Have an Appointment with the Eternal Emperor Oriental Red Love SaintHistorical162k Wordscompleted 11Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Happy Lantern Festival: I would like to recommend some good books to all you book lovers. Just enjoy reading them. No need to thank me!

207 我 My Story with the Beauty Oriental Red Love Saintcompleted —Reads8.7Score—Shelves

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Happy Lantern Festival: I would like to recommend some good books to all you book lovers. Just enjoy reading them. No need to thank me!

208 白 Bai Fumei Falls in Love with Poor Loser Oriental Red Love Saintcompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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Happy Lantern Festival: I would like to recommend some good books to all you book lovers. Just enjoy reading them. No need to thank me!

209 我 I Had a Dream of Becoming the Leader of the Martial Arts League Oriental Red Love Saintcompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Happy Lantern Festival: I would like to recommend some good books to all you book lovers. Just enjoy reading them. No need to thank me!

210 我 My Future Is Not a Dream! Oriental Red Love Saintcompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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Happy Lantern Festival: I would like to recommend some good books to all you book lovers. Just enjoy reading them. No need to thank me!

211 被 After Being Kidnapped, I Used Yin and Yang to Prove the Truth Taotao Sea WaterEastern Fantasy457k Wordscompleted 422Reads7.7Score132Shelves

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Fantasy, multiple female protagonists, decisive killing, humorous and relaxed, reasonable logic, not too clever, the more you watch it, the more you like it, highly recommended! [Grass has been planted] [Grass has been planted]

212 我 My Dongguan Dream: Sister Mei Zeng BabbledUrban1.9M Wordsongoing 152.2kReads8.5Score10.7kShelves

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[Blowing kiss][blowing kiss][laughing][laughing][admiration][like][like][laughing][laughing][laughing]

213 总 President, He Has Fallen Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

214 虫 King of the Zerg Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

215 他 He Always Wants to Touch My Pussy Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

216 * ** Wan Gucompleted 1.7kReads5.8Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

217 骑 The "Yellow-Haired" Husband Who Rides a Motorcycle Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

218 你 You Can't Run Away Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

219 我 After I Threw Away My Mother-In-Law's Leftover Food, the Richest Man in the City Came to Visit Me. Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

220 嫁 I Regretted Marrying Him Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

221 我 I Want This Person Forever Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

222 分 After Sleeping in Separate Rooms, My Taoist Companion and I Exploded the Ancient Curse Seal Wan Gucompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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I accidentally sent "Baby Mummy" to my cold boss. That's it, let's wait for expulsion. As a result, he called me into the office and said, "Promote me and be my special assistant." Later I discovered that this boss, who no one dared to mess with, had never even heard of "Happy Birthday."

223 台 Taipei 2000, My Aunt Helped My Career Take Off Only DreamingUrban1.2M Wordscompleted 4.4kReads7.4Score370Shelves

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In 2000, a 20-year-old mainland boy went to Taipei alone and went from being an ignorant boy to holding the proprietress's well-maintained hand~~. . .

224 不 Not in Love with Beauty, Determined to Kill Enemies, Both Near and Far. Lao Gu Is Not Lao Liucompleted 65Reads—Score—Shelves

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They are not hooligans, they really like her!

225 我 My Zombie Wife RivetMystery2.3M Wordscompleted 7.2kReads7.2Score888Shelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

226 危 Danger*** completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

227 出 After Being Released from Prison, the Senior Sisters Were All Crazy About Joy Snorting Weird CatUrban4.9M Wordscompleted 19.9kReads9.1Score2.5kShelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

228 夜 The Night Is Stunning Spread More FlowersUrban2.4M Wordscompleted 74kReads7.8Score6kShelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

229 山 Shanmen Returns to Calm the Storm The Answer Is Always StubbornUrban3.6M Wordscompleted 14.2kReads9.0Score2.3kShelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

230 半 In the Middle of the Night, the Young Woman Next Door Knocked on the Door Hu Xiaoqiancompleted —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

231 娇 My Spoiled Wife Has Too Many Male Best Friends. If She Doesn't Get Divorced, She's Waiting to Be Cheated On. Lazy CowUrban1.1M Wordscompleted 7.4kReads6.6Score615Shelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

232 （ (Dare** completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

233 西 西幻：女皇陛下，朕是帝国忠臣啊 ScribblingEastern Fantasy3.8M Wordsongoing 388.6kReads9.4Score31.9kShelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

234 我 My Girlfriend Is a Kindergarten Teacher Moisten11k Wordscompleted 790Reads9.5Score—Shelves

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The beginning you provided is full of suspenseful folk tales, and the setting is very attractive. Based on this beginning and incorporating common elements of similar themes, I have continued to write a complete story segment for you, hoping it will meet your expectations. ______ Liu Degui is a tuberculosis man, in his early thirties, as thin as a stick, and still alone. Once he died, the funeral had to be handled by the village. They were all neighbors in the countryside. After dinner, my grandfather took me to help. I heard from the village chief that he was originally going to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and got a thin-skinned coffin from nowhere in advance, so he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's horoscope and calculated it, and his brows turned into knots. There are seven boys in the village, and after many calculations, only my horoscope matches his. The task of holding the coffin fell on me again without any suspense. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy. Grandpa led the way in front of the coffin, followed by the villagers who came to help. No one was crying in the procession. It was so quiet that only the footsteps and the rustling of paper money were heard, which seemed particularly deserted. I sat on the coffin head according to the rules, holding the coffin lid tightly with both hands. The journey went smoothly, there was no strange wind and no strange noise was heard. But just when the coffin fell into the well and it was time to cover it with earth, something happened. As soon as the coffin is covered with soil, the ceremony of holding the coffin should have ended. I was about to climb down from the coffin, but my body sank suddenly. It was like hot rosin had been poured on my buttocks, which stuck firmly to the cold coffin lid and I couldn't get up at all. I panicked and struggled hard, but my whole body felt weak and I couldn't exert any strength. Uncle Li from the same village saw me and laughed at me: "Look at you, baby, you are so weak. Are you stiff when you sit down?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull me. But I only weighed about forty pounds. When Uncle Li pulled me, instead of pulling me, I staggered and was almost dragged into the grave by an invisible force. He was so frightened that he let go in a hurry, turned around with a pale face and shouted: "Mr. Zhang! San Ye Zhang! Come and take a look! Your boy Zhang... Seems to have fallen into a coffin!" When I heard the word "falling into a coffin", my face turned pale. I once heard from my grandfather that Wu Laogou from a neighboring village once miscalculated the eight characters and the coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried. Wu Laogou forcibly pulled the boy out, but within a few days, the little boy died inexplicably. Grandpa said that what Wu Laogou pulled out was only a human being, and the baby's three souls and seven souls had already "fallen" into the coffin, so the human being would naturally not survive. Grandpa was correcting the direction of the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over. When the people around heard the "falling coffin", they also gathered around, talking about it, and their faces were full of fear. When I thought about what happened to that little kid, I started crying in fear and repeatedly told my grandpa to find a solution quickly. Grandpa's face was solemn and he told me not to move. He immediately sent people back to the village, caught a rooster that had just crowed, took the chicken's blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and used a newly opened brush to draw a Taoist evil charm on the head of the coffin. After finishing the painting, Grandpa asked Uncle Li to try to pull me again. Uncle Li was still frightened, so he tried his best to pull me back, but I still felt like I was growing on the coffin, motionless. On the contrary, the coffin seemed to shake slightly. At this time, I felt colder and colder under my buttocks, and the cold air climbed straight up my spine. What made my scalp numb even more was that I seemed to hear a few very slight sounds from the coffin beneath me, like nails scratching the wood... Grandpa leaned close to the coffin, listened carefully, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the village chief: "Quick! Get another black dog! One that has never been bred! Also, prepare seven peach wood nails! This Liu Degui... I'm afraid he has become a 'coffin shackle' (referring to the corpse being possessed by evil spirits or undergoing corpse transformation, trapped in the coffin and harming others)!" Just when everyone was panicking, there was a dull "collision" sound suddenly heard from the coffin, as if something kicked the lid hard inside! The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun. An inexplicable dark wind swirled and rolled up the paper dust on the ground, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Grandpa hugged me tightly, stared at the restless coffin, and murmured: "Evil... You refuse to leave..." The story can develop in several directions here, depending on the key points you want to emphasize: Direction 1: Unraveling the evil and the truth. Grandpa temporarily suppressed the evil spirits through more intense rituals (such as using a black dog to soak the coffin with blood and hammering peach wood nails). However, it is necessary to find out the real cause of Liu Degui's death or what unclean things he had come into contact with during his lifetime before the problem can be completely solved. This may involve a hidden past of the village. Direction two: crisis and escape. The things inside the coffin are getting more and more sinister, and they may even break out of the coffin. In order to protect me and the villagers, my grandfather started a fierce battle with it. The process was extremely thrilling. In the end, it was either sealed or died together, leaving a tragic or open ending. Direction three: cause and effect and reincarnation. Grandpa discovered that this matter may be related to a certain cause and effect in himself or our family (for example, Liu Degui's death may be indirectly related to a certain errand of grandpa), and needs to be repaid with some kind of sacrifice or special ceremony, which leads to a deeper theme. I hope this continuation can provide you with some ideas. If you want to continue developing in a certain direction or have new ideas, we can discuss it at any time.

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