Are There Any Pure Horror Supernatural Novels on Tomato Novel, with No Special Powers or Comedy? 番茄到底有没有纯恐怖无异能，不搞笑的，的灵异文
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- 501 Borrowing Yin Lifespan 借阴寿 Have you ever slept wearing burial clothes? Don’t try it. I did once, and that night... My name is Li Yiliang. I was born with a shortened lifespan, and my birth caused my mother to die in childbirth. But one night when I was eighteen, my mother came back and said she wanted to take me with her... My grandfather told me to sleep in burial clothes, then gave his own life to help me escape that fate. From then on, my life was never free of strange and uncanny things... 4.8kReads8.9Score435Shelves
- 502 Tales of Folk Taboos 民间禁忌杂谈 A pig butcher never slaughters a pig with five toes. The village guardian never guards a village with a temple. A feng shui master never selects a lair of an evil dragon. A midwife must wash her hands in rooster’s blood. There are three hundred and sixty trades in the world, and every one has its rules. Are these ancient, mysterious rules really nothing more than empty formalities? If I told you that some rules must never be broken, because breaking them means death, would you believe me? 9kReads8.0Score1.2kShelves
- 503 Yellow Springs General Store 黄泉杂货铺 At the end of a street on a quiet, late-night evening stands a grocery shop with old-fashioned decor. Getting something for nothing is simple: just agree to do a ghost a favor, and it'll make it happen. 14.2kReads8.8Score1.5kShelves
- 504 The Deadly Game 致命游戏 A rich guy in the WeChat group is sending out red envelopes, and he wants the luckiest person to play a game with him. It turns out he wants the class beauty to... 2.2kReads9.0Score216Shelves
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The Bankrupt Exorcist's Haunted House Livestream 破产天师的凶宅直播间
“Congratulations. You've inherited a mansion worth a fortune, as well as... 200,000 yuan in deadly yin debt.” The lawyer's voice was like a scalpel, cutting through all my beautiful dreams. I'm Wu Suowei, a con artist who edits photos to pass myself off as a master of the occult. I was planning to pack up and run. But when I opened the doors of Jingxin Studio and saw the strange assortment of “family members” inside... I knew there was no escape. This wasn't a haunted house. It was an ancient se
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I Inherited a Funeral Shop During the Hundred Ghosts' Night Parade 百鬼夜行时，我继承了一家冥铺
Lu Ci thought all his grandfather had left him was an old shop on the verge of closing. Then, one rainy night, the first customer walked through the door and bought a stack of spirit money. The next day, that very “ghost currency” appeared in someone else’s account. From then on, the shop, open only at night, began receiving one unusual customer after another: some sought wealth, some wanted to buy a life, and some only wished to exchange something for a long-overdue truth. At the end of the lon
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The Secret Record of the Between-Realm 筑间秘录
Jiang Ziwen, a renowned designer, was playing a game when someone lured his soul into a dream. He suddenly died... When he was judged in the underworld, the King of Hell took note of his sense of justice and the injustice he had suffered. Since they shared the same name, the King of Hell bestowed upon him secret Feng Shui techniques. After returning to the living world, he fell in love at first sight with Ye Ling, a night patrol envoy of the underworld...
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The Last Soul-Quelling Master 最后一个镇魂师
I grew up at my grandfather's house in the countryside. He was the most respected suona player in our village. One day, Li Dashan, a fellow villager, beat his pregnant wife to death and came to ask my grandfather for help. My grandfather tried everything he could, but still couldn't calm the resentment of Li Dashan's wife. In the end, he had no choice but to play a suona dirge to forcibly pacify her soul. On the night of the Lantern Festival, Li Dashan and his family turned into vengeful ghosts
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- 509 Underworld Agent 地府经纪人 I was hit by a basketball at school and fell into a lake, but I survived and became an official employee of the Underworld. I also gained a Ghost Hunter System that helps the Underworld recruit talented ghosts, setting me on the path to turning my life around. 49Reads6.8Score—Shelves
- 510 The Years I Spent as a Funeral Mourner 我当哭丧人的那些年 Some people must be mourned loudly when they are laid to rest. Otherwise, according to old folk customs, it is considered an act of filial impiety. After I was born, everyone in my family except my grandfather died because of me. My grandfather fell gravely ill, and to earn money for his treatment, I had no choice but to join Zhang the Elder, a man from my village, as a professional funeral mourner. From then on, I set out on a path of mourning with no return! 116Reads8.5Score—Shelves
- 511 The Underworld Calls Me Little Sir 地府叫我小先生 [Supernatural + mystery + power progression] Getting hit by a basketball and falling into a lake was bad enough. Even worse, I got killed by a basketball!! The Black and White Impermanence told me I still had seventy years left to live. To make it up to me, they offered me a job in the underworld. So I became an HR officer on the underworld’s permanent staff and even got a ghost recruitment System! As long as I help the underworld recruit talented ghosts, I can earn all kinds of abilities: talis 396Reads—Score—Shelves
- 512 This Taoist Priest Is a Little Too Cool 这个道士不太冷 My name is Niu Dabao, and I’m the only college graduate in Niu Village. I thought that after graduation, I’d get promoted, earn a bigger salary, marry a beautiful, rich woman, and reach the pinnacle of life. Who knew the company would go under and the boss would kill himself? I didn’t get a single penny of my wages, couldn’t even afford rent, and had to sleep at the train station every night! Then a ragged Taoist priest told me I was dogged by bad luck and possessed by a host of ghosts, and that 798Reads7.8Score—Shelves
- 513 I Live in Fengmen Village 我住在封门村 My hometown shares its name with the legendary number-one haunted village in China: Fengmen Village. What’s more, our village also has a grandmaster’s chair. Whoever sits in it is doomed to die! It was 1997, and I had been accepted into the high school in town. Once summer vacation was over, I would finally be able to leave the place where I’d spent sixteen years. But what I never expected was for one terrifying incident after another to strike the village! Rats that ate human flesh, five-colore 712Reads6.1Score—Shelves
- 514 The Haunted Grave 诡坟 I think I've been possessed! Right before the college entrance exam, I suddenly came down with a high fever that wouldn't break. I missed the exam and had to spend half a year recovering at home. During those six months, I found a job as a cemetery groundskeeper. My coworker, Old Zhang, saw how frail I was and how weak my yang energy seemed, and insisted on finding me someone to protect me. But he didn't tell me that my protector would be a female ghost!! Not only does she want to marry me, she 101Reads7.4Score—Shelves
- 515 There Are Ghosts in These Words 话里有诡 They say everyone has a few little secrets they can't bring themselves to talk about these days. But if you really want to hear something out of the ordinary, go find Old Bu. Old Bu runs a little tavern set inside an abandoned train carriage. From the day it opened, he laid down one rule: One interesting story in exchange for a night's worth of drinks. Sounds like a good deal, doesn't it? Too bad he doesn't give you much to drink, and the stories just keep getting stranger. An intelligent wristb 8Reads7.6Score—Shelves
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In This World, Who Do You Think You Are? 天地间老子在你算老几？
On a pitch-black night, I dreamed of countless stars rushing toward me. By chance, I became a haunted-house tester, and all sorts of supernatural phenomena began appearing out of nowhere. The strange and bizarre things in the city, the mysterious forces deep in the mountains, and the gods people worship: do they really exist? Where can I find the key to a new world? Is this a responsibility, a mission, or a chance to become the next scapegoat? What unsolved mysteries lie in the world I inhabit,
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The Underworld Calls Me Little Sir 阴司叫我小先生
From the day he was born, he was unlike ordinary people. He could pass freely between the worlds of the living and the dead. Whenever Hei Bai Wuchang encountered him, they would bow and step aside, respectfully addressing him as Young Master. Others said he was born with the ability to communicate with the underworld and blessed with an extraordinary fate. Only the gods of the underworld knew that behind their respect lay an unmistakable wariness. As the years passed, the events sealed away for
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- 518 Night Tales from the Haunted House: 1,000 Folk Ghost Stories 诡舍夜话：1000个民间鬼故事 [Changting 9.0 Rating] [A Must-Read for Women Late at Night] [Urban Horror] Don't read this late at night! A thousand standalone tales of the eerie, guaranteed to make you afraid to walk alone after dark! This collection features sinister events passed down through generations in rural lanes and villages, as well as bizarre tales widely shared online. Each chapter is a story of its own, so there's no need to wait for updates. Just open it and start reading! The faint sobbing from a corner of an 4.9kReads—Score182Shelves
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For the Views, I Got Handcuffed to a Red-Clothed Female Ghost 为了流量，我和红衣女鬼锁了
Lin Xuan, a paranormal streamer struggling to make ends meet, breaks into the century-old haunted house known as the Huaiyin Mansion for views. He expects another scripted performance, but instead comes face-to-face with a real, murderous ghost: Wanqing, dressed in a blood-red wedding gown. The moment she sees him, she claims he is the “husband” she has waited a hundred years for, then transforms the mansion into an endless corridor. With death closing in, Lin Xuan desperately starts streaming,
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Route 14 Night Bus 14路夜班公交车
My name is Li Long. For triple pay, I took the night shift on Bus Route 14, the one everyone else avoids. It starts at the old depot in the west of the city and ends at the back gate of the crematorium. Departure time: exactly eleven at night. The passengers have no body heat, no breath, and no faces. They are the souls of those who drowned in the river three years ago. A chilling aura hangs over the route, ghosts follow in its wake, and every stop hides a curse that claims lives. Three rules ar
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- 521 Notes from Tomb Raids on Yin Mountain 阴山盗墓手记 A new work is here! Come read it on Tomato Novel. I hope you enjoy it. Your support is what keeps me writing, and I’ll do my best to tell every story well! 26Reads—Score—Shelves
