Looking for Jungle Adventure, Adventure, Preferably Deep in the Mountains and Old Forests

161 血 Blood Spilled on Wenjiang Yulin Is Born WildlyUrban60k WordsOngoing 34Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A heart-stirring and passionate hymn. No matter what era, there are such a group of passionate young people who resist oppression for their ideals and beliefs without hesitation. They used their blood and youth to write the most magnificent picture of mankind. The male protagonist is rock-solid in his faith and remains unwavering in battle. After a series of hardships, he forges a steely will like Paul's and attracts the hearts of many outstanding female protagonists around him. They are witnesses and experiencers of this era.

166 哀 Mountain Hunting in Ailao Mountain in the 1970S Floating 0 LifeUrban807k WordsCompleted 29Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Treasures in the Insect Valley, hunting and raising leopards in the mountains. Raise mountain eagles.

167 腐 Fu Moli: Karma Perjury Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k WordsCompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Ba Ye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few local birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.

168 湘 Record of Driving Corpses in Xiangxi: People's Hearts Are Full of Ghosts Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k WordsCompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Baye, with the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few local birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.