Rich Plots with Lots of Cases

59 全 Master of All Skills Alligator RavioliSports2.2M WordsCompleted 288Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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[Shy][shy][shy][shy]

60 无 Infinite Pupil Domain LuoliEastern Fantasy137k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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I found a good new book. The writing is up to standard and the plot is quite smooth. I didn't expect a book to feel like watching a blockbuster. The story line feels like it only shows the tip of the iceberg. Let's keep the status quo and recommend it.

61 猛 Beast Legion A Cup of Fairy SpiritSci-Fi & Apocalypse124k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Listening to it before going to bed at night helps you sleep

62 寄 Staying at Aunt's House, Pretty Aunt Is Very Crazy Chen QianyiUrban160k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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[Adoration][Blowing kiss]

63 捞 The Corpse Retriever Chen ShisanMystery1.9M WordsCompleted 8.1kReads5.8Score913Shelves

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"The Man Who Fished for Corpses" - Weird things in the Yellow River, those whose fate lamps are not burning, walk between yin and yang. "Brother King of Thieves, has the lamp on your left shoulder been extinguished for twenty years?" The fat man held a cigarette in his mouth and stared at my shoulder with squinted eyes. The memory of drowning by the Yellow River when I was three years old suddenly came back to me - the white bones holding me tightly had turned out that my life-saving lamp had been blown out long ago. [Nine bends in the Yellow River, corpses are silent] Coming from a family that collects corpses, I have been able to see those things pulling people's ankles under the water since I was a child. It wasn't until I met this mysterious fat man that I realized that I had been marked by the "underworld". He threw out the blood-soaked ink thread: "The living light the lamp, the dead blow the lamp. You have little fire on your shoulders. No wonder you are always regarded as the same kind by the water ghost." [Yin debts are paid with blood, lamp oil burns life] "Light the lamp?" The fat man sneered, "The lamp that the evil ghost blows out must be lit with the bone oil of the lamp-blowing ghost!" When we dug up the tomb without a monument on a rainy night, there were actually bones lying in the coffin that were exactly the same as those in my childhood memories - the palm of its hand was still stained with fetal hair from when I was three years old... Traditional suspense + folk horror, revealing the yin and yang taboos guarded by the Yellow River corpse fishermen for generations. How can one borrow fire in the human world if his life lamp has been extinguished?