Dress up as the Old Lady of the Hou Mansion, Burn Incense in the Ancestral Hall Every Day, and Earn Incense for Yourself

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Dressed as the old lady of the Hou Mansion, she burns incense in the ancestral hall every day to earn incense for herself. No, in this Hou Mansion with a declining population, happy events are coming one after another! !

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51 ** Thirty-Nine RangeUrban4.0M Wordscompleted 2.3MReads5.8Score305.3kShelves
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53 Master Is Naturally Charming, He Can Win the World of Cultivation by Lying Down The Spring Breeze Blows and Gives Birth AgainAncient Romance1.1M Wordscompleted 25.6kReads9.2Score4.4kShelves
54 The Weak Willows in Front of People Are Swaying in the Wind, While Behind People Are Banging Against the Big Wall Thousands of BladesAncient Romance1.0M Wordscompleted 20.4kReads9.2Score4kShelves
55 After Dressing up as a Big-Bellied Woman, I Turned Out to Be a Full-Level Boss Feng Lai CrystalAncient Romance1.5M Wordscompleted 53.9kReads9.4Score9.9kShelves
56 If You Take Away My Zaizai Immortal Bones, Then Use Your Whole Sect to Sacrifice to Heaven. Rain or Shine Is YoursAncient Romance1.0M Wordscompleted 6.5kReads9.1Score1.2kShelves
57 ** Pesticide Team MemberMystery3.2M Wordscompleted 2.4MReads5.8Score384kShelves
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[Suffocating Suspense Feast] When the rusty pendulum split time, ten prisoners woke up amid the rules written in blood. The grinning fangs of the goat mask are dripping with malice, and every tremor of the ancient clock is gouging out the soul. The mottled round table was engraved with years of blood stains, and the tungsten lamp flickered on and off amidst everyone's rapid breathing. The doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses shredded the medical record, the carotid artery of the tattooed young man was pulsing, and the pregnant woman's skirt had a dark red birthmark - every sleeper was a sacrifice chosen by fate. "Welcome to the ten-day reincarnation." The masked man's fingertips touched the complex pattern of the clock, "Before dawn, please water your survival with betrayal." When the professor touched the barbed copper key under the table, when the singer found a bloody countdown on her palm, when the first corpse was embedded in the gear of the clock in a strange posture... The truth shook violently with the tungsten lamp, projecting a bloody maze in the pupils of the survivors. The dark version of "No Survival" is mixed with the deadly aesthetics of "Squid Game", and the ten-day heart-burning countdown, can you taste the bloody and rusty truth in the feast of lies? When the last bell tolls through the eternal night, will it still be "human" who survives?
58 World****** completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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Wow, come and take a look, this book is so weird.