Any Really Bizarre Books? 有没有特别猎奇的书

1. 401 多 More Children, More Blessings: Starting as a Godfather at an Orphanage 多子多福，从福利院当干爹开始 Only Handsome Guys Read My Novels帅哥才看我小说Anime Fanfiction429k WordsOngoing After waking up, Love You, Bro becomes the only young man at an orphanage. He binds himself to the More Children, More Blessings System. For every child he takes in, he receives ten million. In the first month, he signs for thirty children. Rumors spread throughout the city, and many people whisper in private: a young man looking after an orphanage full of children must have ulterior motives. It can’t just be simple kindness. This turn of events is completely unexpected for Love You, Bro. He onl 143Reads—Score—Shelves
2. 402 变 I Became Zoffy and Happened to Marry Hatsune Miku 变成佐菲，顺便迎娶初音未来 The Daydreaming Fire Hawk发呆的火鹰Anime Fanfiction436k WordsOngoing [System Story + Showbiz + Internet Memes + Absurdist Style] Other transmigrators become saviors or find divine gear. Lin Feng, on the other hand, gets struck by a beam of light and becomes Zoffy's human host. #Ultraman Husband “Why does Mebius get to ship with Hikari, while I, Zoffy, am stuck being Captain Flamehead?!” “Today, I'm getting back the ship Tsuburaya owes me in the virtual world!” Lin Feng works as a cashier at a convenience store in Yokohama's Chinatown. His daily routine is scannin 62Reads—Score—Shelves
3. 403 惊 Awakening Cicadas 1 惊蛰戏1 Super Hexagon超级六边形Eastern Fantasy113k WordsCompleted “The cultivation world has no shortage of geniuses. What it lacks is tuition money for geniuses.” The story of Li Juejue and his friends. [Early cultivation and sect competitions | Later pursuit of criminals and revenge] 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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   "The cultivation world has no shortage of geniuses, but it lacks tuition fees for them." Just reading the synopsis tells you how bizarre it is.

4. 404 女 Women, Don't Go to Northern Myanmar. There's No One There. 女人不要去缅北那里没有人 Mo Mi莫羋Urban323k WordsCompleted The world is beautiful. I won't be coming back in my next life. Bailu (a pseudonym) said something after returning from northern Myanmar that I still can't forget. She said: "When Heaven was taking me apart, it got the balance just right. Any harder, and I'd have died. Any gentler, and I might have had a decent life." My so-called best friend tricked me into going to northern Myanmar. That's when I learned that women here aren't even treated as human beings. Beatings, imprisonment, being drained 21.1kReads7.4Score1.2kShelves

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   The first book is a completed, angsty romance novel. It's realistic, so you can read it without worry. Watch how the female protagonist escapes from the park... The second book is one I really enjoy. It's been adapted into a manga/TV series, featuring a harem of multiple female leads, intense battles, and plenty of satisfying moments.

5. 405 我 My Grandmaster Is Zhuge Liang 我的祖师爷是诸葛亮 Zhijin Di脂金地Urban1.1M WordsOngoing [Fantasy premise] [Urban supernatural powers] [Two Worlds] [Wits and strategy] [Three Kingdoms mysteries] Life is a play, and everything depends on your acting. Surrounded by enemies, fish in troubled waters. Make enemies believe they’re your friends, and make yourself seem like their enemy. Zeng Ming is plagued by a hidden ailment and has little time left to live. By sheer luck, he meets a benefactor and learns a life-saving spell passed down from Zhuge Liang. The trouble is, this spell comes w 1.9kReads9.5Score219Shelves

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   To survive is futile; cowardice is futile. Enemies are everywhere, and one must fish in troubled waters. To achieve one's goals, one must infiltrate among enemies to hunt oneself down. Life is like a play, all about acting!?!!

6. 406 张 Zhang Sangou’s Get-Rich Journal 张三狗发财笔记 Wandering Immortal of the Northern Mountain北山浪荡仙Urban2.7M WordsCompleted A comedy novel with absolutely no pretensions. A poor boy from the mountains refuses to settle for an ordinary life and ventures out into the world, carving out a place for himself through his own efforts. The cast of bizarre characters will have you laughing out loud. It gets more and more exciting as it goes. San Gou grows more mature and more cunning, with more and more schemes brewing in his head. In the end, he makes it! He becomes a billionaire. His journey is a whirlwind of chaos and laug 60.8kReads8.7Score6.4kShelves

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   This book is not suitable for those with weak constitutions. Don't blame me if you accidentally laugh until you faint.

7. 407 恶 After the Wicked Woman Betrayed Her Foolishly Kind Husband 恶毒女背叛傻子老好人夫君后 Yogurt Lover酸奶爱好者Ancient Romance482k WordsOngoing In her previous life, Lou Jiyue was rescued from a trafficker by the simple-minded Jin Duqiu. Who knew the fool would stubbornly insist she become his wife and bear his children? Lou Jiyue not only failed to appreciate his kindness, she was also mercenary and status-conscious. Taking advantage of his love for her, she threw her weight around at home every day, making him work from dawn till dusk to earn money while she lived a pampered life, never lifting a finger. By day, the fool obeyed her in 20.1kReads8.8Score1.7kShelves

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   This was my first time reading this part of the novel, and I found it particularly intriguing and interesting. The characters are also very well-developed. If you're interested, you should check it out.

8. 408 庖 The Butcher Who Could Carve Up an Ox 庖丁解牛 Li Xiaolin李晓林Urban241k WordsCompleted Anti-NTR + golden finger + an utterly absurd protagonist. I awakened an ability System called “Heavenly Injury Star.” The name sounds embarrassingly over-the-top, and the power is just as outrageous: whenever I touch a cheater or the person they’re cheating with, I can trap them in an illusion where they “reap what they sow,” experiencing firsthand the pain of betrayal and deception. I control how time passes inside the illusion: one second in reality equals one week inside. I can also “see” the 7Reads—Score—Shelves

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   A rather interesting novel

9. 409 恐 Horror! Terror! Zombies! Monsters and Maniacs! 恐怖！惊悚！丧尸！怪物和变态！ Jason Who Loves Beef Tripe Soup爱吃牛肚汤的杰森Mystery441k WordsCompleted You think ghosts are frightening, but what you picture is a person turning into a ghost! What about animals? You think biochemistry is just something you think about! But what if it happened by accident? What do you think is the strangest thing of all? Seeing a ghost? No, seeing someone exactly like yourself! Is forbidden love something to pity? Same-sex forbidden love can make you cry just the same! 543Reads—Score—Shelves
10. 410 穿 After Transmigrating into a Mop, I Became the CEO's Moonlight 穿越成拖把后，我成了总裁的白月光 Berry Forest浆果森林20k WordsCompleted After I Transmigrated into a Mop, I Became the CEO’s White Moonlight 6Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Would anyone like to read my book? 🥹

11. 411 弹 The On-Screen Comments Say My Childhood Friend Is Going to Die, but I Don't Want to Save Him 弹幕说我的竹马要死了，可我不想救 Five Notes on Mortal Life浮生五记16k WordsCompleted The on-screen comments say my childhood friend is going to die, but I don’t want to save him —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The bullet screen system is pretty good.

12. 412 记 Memories of Middle School 记念初中生活 Xuanyuan Sword: Dragon Dance in the Clouds轩辕剑龙舞云山Urban81k WordsOngoing A look back at three years of middle school life: absurd, laugh-out-loud, episodic, focused on the bonds between classmates, with a large cast and a realistic feel. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. 24Reads—Score—Shelves

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    I love it, it's so beautiful!

13. 413 逆 Rebel Soul, Become a God 逆魂成神 Chives Aren't Winey韭菜不是酒yEastern Fantasy3.3M WordsCompleted [Reverse Path to Godhood | Decisive and Ruthless | Fiercely Protective | Western Fantasy x Eastern Daoist Arts] Everyone says Carlido is a divine abomination, a madman cursed by his bloodline, born to be spurned by all three realms. But they don't know that he braved the River of Forgetfulness, where death was all but certain, toppled the highest throne in the divine realm, devoured obscure and difficult ancient Eastern texts, and grasped the legacy of ancient cultivators who defied the natural 90Reads—Score—Shelves

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    [Using Primal Power as a Nurturing Ground] Enveloping the clone with the purest primal power creates an environment for evolution. This resource utilization strategy—keeping the best for one's own weapons, pampering them thoroughly.

14. 414 分 After Our Breakup, the Fox Demon’s Young Master Proposed to Me 分手后，狐妖少主向我求婚了 Jing Lan, No Extra Sugar景蓝不加甜Modern Romance133k WordsCompleted [A spoiled, conflicted actress × a cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside fox demon king] After knowing each other for more than two years, Bai Jingxuan proposed to her. Once her memories of her past life returned, she discovered that the person who had killed her a thousand years ago was none other than her childhood sweetheart and police officer ex-boyfriend, Tang Jie. Even more terrifying, her extremely yin constitution had been reincarnated with her. For the rest of her life, she would have 5Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Ddddd

15. 415 我 As a System, I Wander the Myriad Worlds 我为系统，行走于诸天万界 Happy, Arf, Laugh喜嗷笑Eastern Fantasy181k WordsOngoing [the Myriad Worlds + Infinite Flow*ensemble cast + System] [Disclaimer: This is pure madness. Read it for fun, and please don't complain if it's not your thing.] “Some transmigrate as fated villains, while others get god-tier Systems.” “I'm the only one who became a System.” What, you want to know what it feels like to be a System? Transmigrate to a cultivation world. As the child of destiny hunts down the villain, he refuses to repent. “Can I... still apologize now?” “Never thought you'd end up 53Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Amidst a plethora of memes, a few novels were discovered, resulting in laugh-out-loud moments—truly insane works.

16. 416 火 Naruto: Naruto's Dance with Ye Luoli and the Flower Fairies 火影鸣人之叶罗丽与小花仙的共舞 Ink-Rhyme Startles the Swan墨韵惊鸿Anime Fanfiction161k WordsOngoing The Nine-Tails roars, shattering the shackles of space and time. A flower fairy's song awakens a slumbering pact, while Ye Luoli magic spreads a protective net across the world. Who could have guessed that Uzumaki Naruto, who once dreamed of becoming Hokage, would one day stand at the center of a crisis threatening the safety of all three realms? Mandora's mirror formation closes in step by step, while the Abyss Lord's claws quietly spread. As the fates of three dimensions intertwine, Naruto, 18Reads—Score—Shelves

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    This one is a bit unconventional, but I've been following it recently, and the content is good.

17. 417 这 This World Runs on Aoligei 这个世界只吃奥利给 Yi DaX伊大X7k WordsCompleted This World Only Eats Oli Gei 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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    It's great!! It's hilarious!

18. 418 东 The Five Immortals of the Northeast: Gray Bones 东北五仙之灰骨 Lone Moon00孤月00Mystery248k WordsOngoing By the time Chen Mo turned thirty-eight, he had not left the house in a long time. He believed in the Gray Immortal, because in this family, only the rats could survive. Turn the clock back to the 1970s. Back then, his father, Chen Jianguo, was still a proud railway worker. Disgusted by how “dirty” his rural wife was, he personally abandoned their newborn daughter at a train station. His grandfather used his connections to cover up the scandal, his father used violence to hide his inferiority, a —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Chen Jianguo stood at the door, his back tensing instantly. Hongying glanced at Jianguo, a slight smile playing on her lips, picked up her enamel mug, took a sip of water, and spoke slowly. "Auntie, you'll have to ask Jianguo about this. But let me tell you, that girl is quite pretty—about Jianguo's height, wears two braids, doesn't talk much, but you can tell she's suffered a lot. Ma San bullied her, and Jianguo protected her, that's all." "Where is she from?" "I think it's from Fuyu. I didn't ask which village specifically." "How old is she?" "She looks a little younger than me, about the same age as Jianguo." "What does she do for a living?" "Auntie," Hongying put the enamel mug on the table and smiled, "Are you interrogating her like this? She's just a friend of Jianguo's. Besides, if you ask so many questions, the girl will be embarrassed if she finds out." The old lady leaned back in her chair, her expression complex. She was calculating in her mind—from Fuyu, a rural resident, unemployed, having spent several winters huddled in the waiting room. Normally, she wouldn't even consider him. But today was different. Today, this girl had gotten her second son to fight Ma San—not because she instigated it, but because Jianguo did it for her sake. The old lady had three sons and a daughter. The eldest, Jianye, was always easy to manage; the youngest, Jianjun, though he didn't say it, knew what was going on; and Jianhua, the youngest, was the most pampered. Only the second son, Jianguo, had never given her a moment's peace. Skipping school, not working, spending his days loitering around the station, even refusing to go to the grain store for a week. She'd scolded him for seventeen years, beaten him for seventeen years, to no avail. But today, someone had made him fight for her. Not with the neighborhood kids, but with Ma San—that hoodlum who'd been hanging around the station for five or six years, avoided by everyone. He took a punch protecting the girl, his arm bruised, his eye swollen. He didn't run, he didn't back down. She'd been calling him "good-for-nothing" for years, but today she suddenly realized there was something about him she'd never seen before—not good-for-nothing, but responsibility. Responsibility that allowed him to stand up to someone more ruthless than himself. The old woman leaned back in her chair, looking at her second son standing in the doorway—his blue cotton jacket was torn, his eyes were bruised, and he kept his head down, avoiding her gaze. She suddenly felt this boy seemed to have grown up a bit. Not in height, but in his eyes. Before, his eyes would wander when he looked at people, but today they weren't. She turned her gaze away from Jianguo, picked up her enamel mug, took a sip of water, and swallowed the emotions she didn't know how to express. Then she stood up, walked to the stove, scooped a bowl of lukewarm cornmeal porridge from the pot, and placed it on the table. "Eat. You've been working all day, aren't you hungry?" Chen Jianguo came over and sat down at the table. He picked up the bowl; the porridge was no longer hot, just lukewarm, perfect for a bite. He lowered his head and drank, mumbling an "Mmm." The old lady didn't ask about the girl again. But her eyes lingered on Hongying's face for a moment—a brief glance, but Hongying understood. The old lady meant: Talk to me more about it another day, but don't let Jianguo hear. Hongying picked up the enamel mug, finished the last sip of water, put the mug on the table, and gave a slight upturn of her lips, which was her agreement. Chen Jianhua was doing her homework under the lamp. She was the youngest child in the Chen family, fourteen years old, and in the second year of junior high school at Changchun No. 7 Middle School. The school was located at the intersection of Nenjiang Road and West Second Street in Zhanqian Street, less than a twenty-minute walk from her home. No. 7 Middle School was a complete secondary school, with both junior and senior high sections. The teaching building was an old building left over from the Japanese occupation period, with gray brick walls and tin roofs. The floorboards in the corridors creaked underfoot. In winter, stoves were used in the classrooms. Every morning, the students on duty had to arrive half an hour early to remove the ashes, chop firewood, and light the stoves, filling the classrooms with smoke that made it hard to open one's eyes. Jianhua's deskmate was Wang Fang. Her father worked at the locomotive depot, in the same workshop as Chen Jianjun. The two were close friends and often walked home together after school. Sometimes Wang Fang would go to Chen's house to do her homework, and sometimes Jianhua would go to Wang's house to do hers. But today, they weren't going to do homework. After school, Wang Fang pulled Jianhua to the edge of the playground and whispered in her ear, "No one's home at Zhang Yan's house today. Her sister sent her something from Beijing." Jianhua asked what it was, but Wang Fang wouldn't say, only smiling. It wasn't a funny smile—it was the smile of someone holding back a secret, eager to share it. Jianhua felt a pang of curiosity and went to Zhang Yan's house with Wang Fang after school. Zhang Yan's house was in an old-style railway workers' building on Zhanqian Street, on the third floor, a two-bedroom apartment. Her father worked at the locomotive depot, and her mother was a saleswoman at a grocery store. Today, her father had gone to Shenyang on a train, and her mother was working the night shift, so she was home alone. Three people sat around Zhang Yan's dining table. The curtains were drawn tightly, and a candle was lit on the table. Zhang Yan took something out of a drawer—a piece of cardboard, about the size of a washbasin. A layer of old, slightly yellowed white paper covered the cardboard, its edges worn and frayed. The white paper was densely covered with writing, from "one" to "ten," from "Jia" to "Gui," and scattered characters like "yes," "no," "male," "female," "life," "death," "good," "bad," "return," and "go." In the center of the cardboard was a small, white porcelain dish with a thin crack on the bottom. The dish was upside down on the cardboard, and a red arrow, drawn with nail polish, was drawn on the bottom of the dish; the arrow had faded to a dark red. "A Ouija board," Zhang Yan whispered. "My sister sent it from Beijing. It's all the rage at her school now. It can answer any question—it can tell you anything. Even your grades this semester, it can tell you." Wang Fang rubbed her hands excitedly. "Really?" "We'll see when we try." The three girls stretched out their fingers and placed them on the bottom of the dish. Zhang Yan's fingers were the whitest, her nails neatly trimmed; Wang Fang's fingers were plump, with a small indentation on her knuckles—a scar from frostbite when she was little; Jianhua's fingers were the longest, the tips icy cold—her fingers would get cold when she was nervous. The three index fingers pressed side-by-side next to the faded red arrow, the pressure neither too heavy nor too light—too heavy and the dish wouldn't move, too light and it wouldn't move at all. The candle flame flickered gently in the breeze seeping through the curtains, casting long shadows of the three girls on the wall. "Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out," Zhang Yan whispered, her voice low, as if afraid the neighbors would hear. "Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out. Please answer my question, please spin around when you come." The Ouija board didn't move. "Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out, please answer my question, please spin around when you come." Still nothing. Wang Fang pulled her hand back and shook her wrist. "Is your sister lying to you?" "Impossible. My sister said you have to be sincere. You can't just think about playing around, you have to think about something real." Zhang Yan looked at Jianhua, "Jianhua, think about something. Be serious." Jianhua thought for a moment, and something popped into her mind. It wasn't about not finishing her homework today, it was about her second brother. When she got home from school today, she saw that her second brother had a bruise around his eye and his blue cotton jacket was torn. Her mother was scolding him, and her eldest brother and Sister Hongying were speaking up for him. She sat in the corner and listened for a while, and then she understood—her second brother had gotten into a fight with Ma San in front of the train station, over a girl. She hadn't seen the girl before, only heard Hongying say, "She's quite pretty, but doesn't talk much." Thinking of the girl, she pressed her fingers back onto the plate. "Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out. Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out." The plate moved. It wasn't the wind—the curtains were drawn tightly, and the candle flame was completely still. The plate slid slowly and silently across the cardboard. The three girls gasped simultaneously, looking at each other, none daring to remove their hands from the plate. Zhang Yan's eyes widened, Wang Fang's mouth formed a circle, and Jianhua's heart pounded—she could feel her own heartbeat echoing in her ears. "Did you move it?" Zhang Yan whispered to Wang Fang. "No! I thought you did it." "It wasn't me." They all turned to look at Jianhua. Jianhua shook her head. The three looked at each other, their fingers still on the plate, none daring to remove them. The dish slid again, from "ten" to "nine," from "nine" to "eight," as if testing their courage to continue. Wang Fang's face had turned pale. Jianhua swallowed hard and spoke, his voice trembling slightly but still coherent. "Ouija board, Ouija board, are you an Ouija board spirit?" The dish paused on the word "yes." The pause was so short that they all thought it was an illusion. Then it began to spin—not slide, but spin. The dish slowly and steadily completed a full circle on the cardboard. The circle was perfectly round and steady, unlike the arc that three girls' fingers could control. "You... What's your surname?" The dish slid to the character "Hu" and stopped. Zhang Yan's fingers began to tremble, and the dish trembled with her, the bottom of the dish rubbing against the cardboard with a soft, rustling sound. The crack on the white porcelain dish was particularly clear in the candlelight, like an old scar that had just healed and then cracked again. Wang Fang's voice had changed. "Hu…Third Master Hu? Are you a fox spirit?" Just as she finished speaking, a slight rustling sound came from the corner of the room. It wasn't the wind—the curtains didn't move. It was a book that had turned a page on its own on top of the old wooden box the Zhang family had piled in the corner. The sound was very soft, as soft as someone scratching the paper with their fingernail. The three girls simultaneously turned to look at that corner. The dim candlelight couldn't reach it; only a blurry outline could be seen. Zhang Yan's throat felt like it was being choked; she couldn't make a sound. Wang Fang's fingers had already left the plate; she slumped into her chair, hugging her knees, her lips trembling. The plate was still moving. It was still moving on its own. Two of the three girls' fingers had left; only Jianhua's fingers remained on it. She could feel the plate vibrating slightly under her fingertips—not slipping, but vibrating, like an electric current shooting up from under the plate, crawling up her fingers, up her arm, towards her heart. The plate slid slowly, one segment at a time, across the words on the cardboard, pausing after each word as if recognizing them one by one: "Life"—stop. "Death"—stop. "Return"—stop. "Go"—stop. Finally, the plate stopped at the edge of the cardboard, the arrow pointing to a spot not on the cardboard—in Jianhua's own direction. The arrow pointed straight at her chest. Jianhua jerked her hand back. The plate flipped over, hitting the cardboard with a crisp sound. The crack widened slightly, running from the bottom of the plate to its rim. The candle went out. There was no wind—the curtains were drawn tight, the door was closed, and no wind could get in from outside. The candle simply went out, as if someone had stubbed it out with two wet fingers. A thin wisp of gray smoke rose from the wick, drifted in the darkness for a moment, and was swallowed by the darkness. In the darkness, only the panting of three girls and Zhang Yan's choked voice finally managing to utter a single word: "Ah." The sound was very soft, so soft that only the three people huddled in the room could hear it. It wasn't a scream, but a thin, sharp breath squeezed out after her throat was choked, like a small animal squeaking in the corner after its tail had been stepped on. The night was already very deep. The sky in front of Changchun Station was still a vast expanse of gray, the clouds hanging low, obscuring the moon and stars. The streetlights swayed in the wind, their dim yellow glow undulating, illuminating the icy road surface and making the cracks in the ice look like countless eyes of the earth. In the alley of Sandao Street, someone's dog suddenly barked twice, then stopped. The carp sculpture in the circular pond in the station square remained silent in the darkness, the icicles hanging from its mouth growing longer and longer, gleaming cold white in the dim light of the streetlights. A clanging sound echoed from the distant shunting yard, each strike like the beating of a giant tin drum. Inside Old Chen's house, Chen Jianguo lay on the kang (heated brick bed), the blanket pulled up to his chest, his eyes open. The bruise near his eye had subsided, but he was still thinking about the day. Not about Ma San, but about Xiulian. She had helped him up at the baggage room door; the strength of her fingers, transmitted through his blue cloth jacket, was firm and steady. She handed him a handkerchief, a crooked little flower embroidered at the edge. When he returned the handkerchief, his fingers touched hers—cool. Was she cold in the waiting room? The radiators were long gone. The tofu pudding and fried dough sticks she ate today should be enough, but what about tomorrow? He turned over. Then he heard a sound—very soft, coming from outside the door, like someone walking barefoot on the floor of the main room, step by step, as light as a cat. He listened intently. Footsteps reached his door and stopped. Then came a very soft knock, not like a finger, but like fingernails scraping against a wooden board. "Second Brother," it was Jianhua's voice, extremely low, with a hint of a sob, "Are you asleep?" Chen Jianguo sat up. "No. Why aren't you asleep?" The door opened a crack. Jianhua was wearing her floral pajamas, her hair loose over her shoulders, clutching a pillow. She hadn't turned on the light, just stood in the doorway, moonlight streaming through the curtains onto her face—her face was pale, her lips trembling slightly, and there was something in her eyes he had never seen on his sister's face before. Not fear, but something deeper. "Second Brother," her voice trembled, "I just... I just played with a Ouija board with my classmates. At Zhang Yan's house." Chen Jianguo pulled back the covers. "What kind of spirit?" "The Ouija board spirit." She hugged the pillow to her chest, her fingers clenched tightly. "We asked it its surname. It pointed to the character 'Hu.' Second brother, that's a fox spirit. Hu San Taiye." She sniffed. "Later, later Zhang Yan's book turned a page by itself. The candle went out. The Ouija board was still moving by itself, pointing at me." Her voice grew softer and softer, until the last word was almost inaudible. Chen Jianguo looked at her, at that childlike face that didn't belong to a child, and didn't say, "That's all fake," nor did he say, "What are you thinking?" He simply moved the quilt aside and patted the edge of the kang (heated brick bed). "Come in. Close the door." Jianhua slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the kang, hugging the pillow to her chest, her head down. "Second brother, do you think the Ouija board spirit is real or fake?" Chen Jianguo thought for a moment. He remembered the dream, Xiulian standing on the platform, rolling her eyes, with a mouse crouching in her eye socket. He remembered Aunt Liu's hands as she squatted under the offering table, grabbing rice to eat. He remembered Old Mrs. Sun getting up in the middle of the night to dig a three-foot-deep pit with a shovel. He remembered Xiulian singing the "Sending Off the Immortals" tune in the freight shed, stopping her mouth at the last line. "I don't know if it's true or not," he pulled the blanket closer to her, "but don't play anymore." "I won't play anymore." She put the pillow down, burrowed under the blanket, and nestled beside him. Just like when she was little, afraid to sleep alone on thundery days, she would come to his door with her pillow. He was ten then, and she was five. Now he was seventeen, and she was fourteen. Some things had changed, some things hadn't. In the hole in the corner of the north wall, the gray rat poked its head out. It tilted its head, its bright black eyes watching the faint light shining through the crack in the door of the small house, watching the fourteen-year-old girl with her pillow walk into her brother's room, watching them fall silent, watching the door slowly close. It blinked, pulled its head back into the hole, crouched in the darkness, and used its head, which was older than all living people, to record the night.

19. 419 我 My Cat Is Your Tigress 我家的猫是你的母老虎 Lone Moon00孤月00Sci-Fi & Apocalypse584k WordsCompleted A tabby cat lay on the table, its big eyes blinking as it stared at him... “Whose cat is this? If you won't answer, I'm keeping it.” After half of Earth is destroyed and merges with the moon, humanity awakens beast spirits. Shen Dan, the only ordinary human, finds a “white cat” in a trash heap. Then one day, a fiery big sister kicks open the clinic door. “Give me back my tigress!” He calmly pushes up his glasses. “It destroyed three of my sofas. Pay me back first.” In a world ruled by beast-spir 1Reads—Score—Shelves
20. 420 昏 After I Fell into a Coma, Mom Became My Grandma 昏迷后，妈妈成了我的奶奶 Lone Moon00孤月00Mystery476k WordsCompleted I woke in a pool of blood, with a dead old man lying beside me. When I opened my eyes again, Dad was gone. Mom had become “Grandma,” called me her “good girl,” and said she was a transmigrator. I didn’t believe her. I secretly stopped taking my medicine, but my memories grew more and more deranged Did I kill someone? Am I a transmigrator? Am I a boy or a girl? When I was ten, she forced me into a ghost marriage with a paper effigy. When I was twenty, I saw a bearded man in the mirror. She had ma 4Reads—Score—Shelves
21. 421 我 I Reincarnated as a Bug and Was Raised by a CEO for Six Lifetimes 我转世成虫，被霸总养了六辈子 Junzi Yue君子樾5k WordsCompleted I was reincarnated as an insect and raised by a domineering CEO for six lifetimes. 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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    This book has an absolutely mind-blowing concept!

22. 422 人 I'm on Blue Star, but the System Says I'm in the Cultivation Realm 人在蓝星，系统说我在修仙界 Xuan Xiao玄囂Urban734k WordsCompleted Chen Ge: “My dream is to travel the jianghu with hawks and hounds at my side, cats for company, crows perched on my shoulder, and mice nestled by my temples. My sword gleams with cold light, flowers drift on the evening breeze. The jianghu stretches far and wide, and anything can be a friend.” System: “In plain English.” Chen Ge: “Lie flat. Don’t get a job.” [The pacing is slow, and there are a few questionable elements. The early chapters lean toward realistic everyday life. If that’s not your 73Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Lying in a state of advection could be considered a novelty.

23. 423 太 Taiyi Xuan Zhen 太乙玄真 Xuan Xiao玄囂26k WordsCompleted Taiyi Xuanzhen 1Reads—Score—Shelves
24. 424 猎 Cat Hunter 猎猫 Huaniansi华年思Modern Romance719k WordsOngoing This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. There are two kinds of people in this world. Some live in the sunlight, believing in law, order, and justice. Others live in the shadows, following their own rules and killing with their own hands. Zhao Xiaomeng belongs to the first kind. Or at least, that's how she seems. She's seventeen, top of her class, a gifted student in her teachers' eyes and a straight-A student to her classmates. No one 7Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Try this!

25. 425 我 I'm Jiahao. You Want Me to Be the Face-Slapping Target for a Reborn Female Lead? 我，嘉豪，你让我当女频重生女主的打脸对象？ Just Call Me Yushen叫我谕神就好8k WordsCompleted I’m Jiahao. You want me to be the face-slapping target of a female-oriented reborn heroine? 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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    To what extent is it driven by morbid curiosity? Probably to the point where people try to suppress their laughter in public.

26. 426 朕 I, an Immortal-Cultivation Hater, Ascended the Throne and Slaughtered Every Immortal Sect 朕，修仙黑粉，登基后屠尽仙门 Little Xuan Rules the World小轩统治世界Fantastical Romance184k WordsOngoing Reborn as the most lowly concubine-born daughter in the Great Sheng dynasty, where the royal succession struggle leaves you dead or crippled? The heroine, a fanatical reader of Cultivation novels, just laughs! She goes to the countryside to recruit people blessed with immense fortune, personally ventures into the mountains to bring wild Cultivation sects under her command, then crushes her royal siblings with the power of Cultivation and climbs a mountain of corpses to claim the throne! She mean 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The ultimate disillusionment for hardcore cultivation enthusiasts: The cultivation sects they personally supported have brought disaster to the country and its people, so they will use imperial power as a blade to slaughter all the false immortals in the world!

27. 427 给 A Hymn of Courage for Those Who Grieve 给予哀痛者勇气之赞歌 Wang Ming San Zheng王命三徵Eastern Fantasy251k WordsOngoing [First-person perspective] [Epic fantasy] [Sword and sorcery] [Slow burn] [Growth] [Reincarnated before birth] [Mushoku Tensei-like] [Single heroine] [Devoted romance] [No harem] [No System] (If you're looking for pure wish fulfillment, you can stop reading now.) I once thought reincarnation was a blessing, enough to make up for the misfortunes of my previous life and redeem myself; I once thought the light in the window called “home” could give a wandering soul roots and illuminate the road hom 94Reads—Score106Shelves
28. 428 无 Invincible, Hilarious, and Utterly Absurd 无敌#搞笑#抽象文 The Master Thief's Floral Trick怪盗一技花11k WordsCompleted Invincible # Hilarious # Absurdist 1Reads—Score—Shelves
29. 429 清 A Gentle Breeze Meets the White Dew 清风遇白露 Honey Baby哈尼宝宝Modern Romance453k WordsCompleted In their previous lives, three people laid the groundwork for an entanglement that would continue into the next... One defied the will of Heaven and feared no karmic retribution, forcibly changing her fate for her; One was destined to be bound to her, their names written side by side on the Three Lives Stone; And one, after her death, set up a memorial tablet for her and built a shrine in her honor, keeping her soul from dispersing and giving it a place to return to. In this life, all three are 259Reads8.2Score—Shelves

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    This novel is [admirable][admirable]

30. 430 晚 Shadows of Late Qing Shanghai 晚清上海片影 Xia Xiaohong夏晓虹88k WordsCompleted Since Shanghai opened to foreign trade in 1842, its foreign concessions, known as the “Ten-Mile Foreign Settlement,” have served both as a shameful symbol of China's colonial status and as a source of fascination for their rapidly rising prosperity. It was only natural that they came to be regarded as a beachhead for China's early modernization. Drawing on topics such as Shanghai's earliest travel guide, horse racing in late Qing Shanghai, the Cellini Circus Company's performances in the city, a 8Reads8.0Score—Shelves

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    The Last Princess

31. 431 网 Online Game: Rebuilding My Life 网游之重塑人生 Wang the Fool王呆子Sports1.3M WordsOngoing Qin Feng used to be a hopeless romantic. He gave his girlfriend his whole heart and treated her like a queen. And what did he get in return? She casually tossed out, "You can't give me the life I want," then turned around and walked away. Qin Feng was completely crushed. He holed up in his rented apartment every day, questioning his whole existence and wondering what the point of living was. Eventually, with nothing else to do and no other options, he plunged into an online game to kill time. 492Reads9.5Score343Shelves

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    This is a novel with a satirical and humorous style, check it out.

32. 432 日 Japanese Espionage in China: 1932–1936 日本在华的间谍活动：1932～1936 Wan Sibai万斯白Historical166k WordsCompleted The author of this book was once a Japanese spy, and used top-secret documents to record the many espionage operations Japan carried out in China during the War of Resistance Against Japan. 149Reads9.3Score—Shelves
33. 433 记 The Avenger of Memory 记忆的复仇者 Midsummer Sun仲夏的午阳Sci-Fi & Apocalypse788k WordsCompleted Li Wei uncovers memories belonging to his family and vows to avenge them. Following the clues in their memories, he overcomes all kinds of hardships and dangers in search of their enemy, and finally gets his revenge. 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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    I recommend two really good novels to everyone.

34. 434 军 An Account of the Military Intelligence Agents 军统特务实录 An Zi安子Historical237k WordsCompleted The Military Statistics Bureau, or Juntong, was one of the Kuomintang’s main secret service agencies. Its influence extended across the country and even into consulates overseas. It specialized in covert operations against progressive groups and individuals, including surveillance, kidnapping, arrest, and assassination. Though it assassinated Japanese invaders and Chinese collaborators and made some contributions during the War of Resistance against Japan, those achievements could hardly conceal 264Reads9.4Score107Shelves
35. 435 西 A New Journey to the West: Wukong 西游新记悟空 Midsummer Sun仲夏的午阳Urban467k WordsOngoing Lin Kong is maliciously laid off by his company, dumped without a second thought by his girlfriend, and pressured by his landlord for rent, hitting the lowest point of his life. Then he unexpectedly awakens an immortal-cultivation jade pendant and obtains an unrivaled technique. From then on, he defies fate and turns his life around, using extraordinary abilities to rise again and swearing to repay every humiliation he suffered. 19Reads—Score—Shelves
36. 436 危 Dangerous Pleasures: Prostitution and Modernity in 20th-Century Shanghai, Selected Edition 危险的愉悦20世纪上海的娼妓问题与现代性（精选版） He Xiao贺萧Historical571k WordsCompleted [Synopsis] Dangerous Pleasures is a history of prostitution in Shanghai. Yet, as a work of history written in the poststructuralist era, it draws on the rich theoretical explorations, intellectual dialogues, and multiple perspectives of the latter half of the twentieth century. The author was particularly influenced by Marxism, feminism and gender studies, poststructuralism, and the concept of “subaltern groups” in postcolonial studies. She sees both historical sources and the “history” she prod 411Reads8.4Score—Shelves
37. 437 大 Who Awakes First from the Great Dream: 0202 大梦谁先觉：0202 Jinfan River Bandit临江锦帆贼Urban378k WordsCompleted At the start of the Gengzi year, disaster fell from the sky. A reporter who claimed to come from a “civilized country” looked down on this “barbaric land” mired in calamity. He was given to sneering and distorting the truth, making no effort to hide his biting sarcasm. His words laid bare his arrogance and contempt. He turned a blind eye to the locals’ suffering and cared nothing for the harm his remarks caused them. In his eyes, they were no more than ants struggling to survive. Yet no one expe 7Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Please refrain from unfounded associations, subjective opinions, and over-interpretations. This is not a clichéd, feel-good story; it rejects formulaic, AI-generated narratives. The ending is open to interpretation; everyone has their own perspective. Some say it's a tragic ending, others a happy ending. What do you think? 🍣🍶🍶🍺🍺

38. 438 血 Blood and Tears of Ryukyu 血泪琉球 Brothers, Old and Young老兄老弟Historical413k WordsCompleted Blood and Tears of Ryukyu is a historical novel set against Japan's annexation of Ryukyu, now Okinawa, in 1879. The story begins in the fifth year of the Guangxu reign, when Japan forcibly abolished the Ryukyu Kingdom and established a prefecture in its place. Through the struggles of Ryukyu's last king and his court, its aristocracy, and its common people, the novel portrays the island kingdom's deep identification with Chinese civilization over five centuries, as well as its tearful, blood-soa 5Reads—Score—Shelves
39. 439 女 The Fate of a Female Prisoner of War 女战俘的遭遇 Zhao Danian赵大年Marriage & Romance139k WordsCompleted This book recounts the many experiences of military doctor Li Chahua, from her capture on the Korean battlefield to the period of the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee. 2.7kReads9.4Score173Shelves
40. 440 纯 The Purehearted Canary Is Red-Hot! 纯情金丝雀火辣辣！ Fallen Blossoms, Faint Peace华落微安Modern Romance48k WordsOngoing I usually don't read ordinary stories, but if a book is both unusual and sweet, I have to keep reading! Domineering CEO × innocent canary! Guaranteed sweetness, guaranteed purity! Perfect for every sweet-romance fan! 28Reads—Score—Shelves

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    This thief has potential! ⊙▽⊙

41. 441 开 Exiled from the Start, I Changed My Fate by Grinding for Experience 开局被流放，我靠肝经验逆天改命 Ant in the Shadow影子里的蚂蚁Eastern Fantasy3.7M WordsOngoing From the Start, Exiled to the Frontier: I Defy Fate by Grinding Experience Lu Chen was a top student in the modern world, but after waking from a nap, he found himself reincarnated as a disgraced heir in a world of immortal cultivation. Exiled to the frontier from the start, with his spiritual roots destroyed, he was also saddled with a frail fiancée and a fallen family. He smiled calmly. “Perfect. Let me show you what scientific cultivation looks like.” While others were still struggling throug 2.7kReads—Score240Shelves

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    [Admiration][Admiration][Smile][Cool]

42. 442 开 I Devoured the Southern Heavenly Gate from the Start 开局啃垮南天门 Ling Yang Yuanbao凌杨元宝Ancient Romance659k WordsCompleted Miao Lan had only two goals in life: Master the knife in her hand, and keep the silkworms by her side fed. She was lousy with a blade. Her silkworms would eat anything, as long as they didn’t get the short end of the stick. Then a war in the divine realm came crashing down from the heavens, and a gravely wounded god who landed right in front of her dragged her into the Immortal Realm. Dudu chewed through the Southern Heavenly Gate, and both the demon and monster realms wanted to claim it. Miao L —Reads—Score—Shelves
43. 443 钱 The Realm of Wealth Opens the Heavens 钱境开天 Ling Yang Yuanbao凌杨元宝Eastern Fantasy686k WordsCompleted Genre: Fantasy, rebirth, spirit pets, farming, imaginative cultivation Theme: Use the “Money Dao realms” to suppress traditional cultivation, breaking every rule with the most direct “laws of money.” Others cultivate immortality through Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Deification... I cultivate the Money Dao: Hao, Yuan, Hundred, Thousand, Ten Thousand, Hundred Million, Trillion! In a fantasy cultivation world, the protagonist is reborn and cultivates the Money Da —Reads—Score—Shelves
44. 444 学 The Advent of Academia 学术降临 Da Buzhan大不斩Sci-Fi & Apocalypse204k WordsOngoing Knowledge vanishes, scholarship turns into monsters, and human civilization collapses overnight. Yi, a ninth-grade boy who retains all his knowledge, is swept into the maelstrom of the apocalypse. When words can become blades and formulas can summon thunder, he wields knowledge as a weapon, determined to become the strongest guardian of the world's order! 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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    A genre you've never seen before [laughing and crying emojis][ ...]

45. 445 世 The Apocalypse: Raising Mutant Insects in My Hideaway 世界末日，我在窝居养异虫 Yang Zai楊載10k WordsCompleted The Apocalypse: Raising Strange Insects in My Cozy Hideaway —Reads—Score—Shelves
46. 446 霸 The Overlord Rises from a Mountain Stronghold 霸主从山寨开始 Yang Zai楊載27k WordsCompleted The Overlord Rises from a Bandit Stronghold —Reads—Score—Shelves
47. 447 我 Give Me Back My Kidney! 我的肾，还给我！ Qi Sini祁丝尼Modern Romance141k WordsCompleted [A few warnings: absurd, incoherent, half-mad writing + pure-love melodrama + kidney-donation drama + an endless kidney-swapping cycle + clear-headed heroine with one goal, getting her kidney back + the male lead grovels but fails to win her back + angst with sweet moments + the second male lead wins] Jiang Heng loved Fu Yunshen for ten years. Then his beloved Su Rou’er returned from abroad gravely ill, and he used every means at his disposal to force Jiang Heng to donate a kidney to her. Only a 91Reads8.1Score132Shelves

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    Pay attention! This is a great book with two male leads, two female leads, a satisfying read, romance, a strong female lead, a wealthy family, and revenge—a truly excellent story. Don't be fooled by the ratings; they've been maliciously lowered. Don't miss out! This is Tomato's unique and unparalleled novel. Everyone, come and check it out!

48. 448 青 The Bluebird Flies Over Thorn Island 青鸟飞过荆棘岛 Brocade Years锦年Modern Romance80k WordsCompleted Her life was destined to be bleak, but there was someone willing to offer her his arms and warmth. She bore countless scars in this lifetime, but there was someone willing to hack through every obstacle for her and be her support. Yet would there ever be someone who could peel away her mask and see the cruel truth in her heart? She is an orphan in this beautiful world, a trapped beast in a warm cage. If you met her, would you cherish her? Would you love her? 1.2kReads9.3Score291Shelves

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    The bag is nice.

49. 449 越 The More Off-Roading, the More Addictive It Gets 越野越上瘾 A Passing Guest in the Flow of Time往事流年稍作客Ancient Romance111k WordsOngoing ◆ Powerful leads tame each other ◆ Obsessive Emperor × Proud, Defiant Princess ◆ Explosive revenge plot ◆ A tragic romance that lasts until death ◆ “You once shackled me. Now I’ll repay you by turning your empire into a cage.” “Ye Huang, the wilder you get, the more addictive it becomes. This time, I’ll play along with you all the way to the depths of hell.” She was Liang’s most bewitching and unruly Ninth Princess, Helian Ye Huang. Three hundred li beyond the capital stood the royal hunting gro 2Reads6.4Score—Shelves

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    [I'm about to cry][I'm about to cry][I feel so wronged]

50. 450 我 I Really Didn’t Want to Be Born 我真不想出生啊 Rotten Yue Cannot Be Carved朽玥不可雕也Urban121k WordsCompleted “Congratulations, you’ve been born!” “Location: the women’s restroom at Xijiang Teachers’ College for Preschool Education” “Mother: a lovesick young woman, 1.6 meters tall” “Father: unknown” “Main quest: survive for one day” “Side quest: find your biological father” “Warning! Choose quickly and escape your predicament!” “Choice One: Open your mouth and cry loudly to attract the head of discipline!” “Choice Two: Call her ‘Mom’ and stir up what little maternal love she has!” “Choice Three: Immedia 2.4kReads8.6Score180Shelves

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