New Authors Welcome! Let’s Support Each Other. I Reply Right Away and Give Everyone Five Stars

53 我 Slay the Gods Three Nine Sound DomainUrban4.3M WordsCompleted 1.3MReads9.9Score170.6kShelves

Reader note

I especially like watching Supermarket Gaowu

62 我 I, Xiang Yu, Refused Wujiang and Committed Suicide Mild Summer and Half CoolHistorical399k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

Reader note

New book, please recommend. 202 BC, by the Wujiang River. Xiang Yu stabbed himself with a horizontal sword, and his blood stained the river red. However, his consciousness did not dissipate - but he was reborn on the eve of the Battle of Julu! In this life, he is no longer the overlord fighting alone.

63 真 I Really Don't Want to Be Reborn. Sheep That Loves Eating Sour Food97k WordsCompleted 34.8kReads6.8Score1.4kShelves

Reader note

If you are interested in the original work, you can read [Salute]

65 逆 Nimaixuanxiao Yin YuEastern Fantasy152k WordsCompleted —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

Reader note

## Gravedigger becomes prey? The jade in the mass grave is breathing! The night was like thick ink splashing, with no trace of stars and moon. Outside Qingniu Town, on the mass graves, phosphorus fire floated faintly, and the air was heavy with the smell of rotting soil and the lingering coldness. Sixteen-year-old Kang Meng squatted beside a crooked and collapsed stone monument. His coarse linen clothes were patched with patches, and the knuckles holding the shovel turned white from exertion. Sweat beads rolled down his resolute but childish face and hit the cold soil. "The third time this month." He cursed in a low voice, his hoarse voice particularly harsh in the dead silence. Every time the shovel digs in, it makes a dull knocking sound, like knocking on a rotting coffin. The blood blisters on the palms of my hands were sticky and painful every time I exerted force. Suddenly, there was a strange "clang" sound! The shovel hit something hard. Kang Meng's heart skipped a beat, and he randomly peeled away the wet, cold soil and broken bones. In the dimness, a warm glimmer of light pierced the darkness - it was a jade pendant, with a simple shape and cold tentacles, but there was a faint line of strange blood in the center, like the veins of a living creature. By some strange coincidence, he wiped away the dirt, and the jade pendant suddenly turned into a stream of cold light, as if it were alive, and instantly sank into his frayed palm! A chilly air suddenly rushed upward along the blood vessels of his arms and went straight to his heart! Kang Meng was so shocked that he stood up suddenly. But the moment he stood up, his movements froze. Behind him, in the darkness that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, a shadow deeper than the night had stood there silently for some time, casting a shadow that completely enveloped him. A hoarse sound, like the friction of rusty iron pieces, with a bone-freezing chill, sounded against the back of his neck: "Thank you for your hard work, boy." "The grave you dug... Is in just the right position." "It saved me the energy to bury yourself."