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Books by 卿相大人
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Supernatural Ghost Disaster: I Tamed a Conceptual Ghost 灵异鬼灾【我驾驭了一只概念鬼】
[Horror Revival] [Supernatural] [Thriller] [Vicious Ghosts] [Ghost Control] [Not a power fantasy, a story of despair] [Bureau 749] As supernatural disasters surge like a tide, the order of the world crumbles, and goodness becomes a sin... A new age of Supernatural Revival has begun. Can ghosts be killed? No. In this supernatural apocalypse, the ones who can kill ghosts aren’t necessarily ghosts themselves! Remember the three supernatural rules: Cannot be spoken of, cannot be seen, cannot be desc
2.1kReads—Score157Shelves
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The God of Wealth Returns: I Tamed the Jiahao Ghost! 神豪复苏：我驾驭了嘉豪鬼！
[Jiahao] + [Mystery Revival] In this world, Jiahao has fully revived: Jiahao cannot be killed, and only Jiahao can deal with Jiahao! Only those who control Jiahao have the right to survive in this world. They are known as… Jiahao Tamers! By letting Jiahao parasitize his body, one can gain its abilities. Wang Ping is one such person! [I am Wang Ping, the Jiahao-Eyed One…] [Now officially online!] [Your Jiahao level is too low. You’ll never understand my current state.] This is a world fleeing hea
46Reads—Score—Shelves
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Immortal Horrors? I Am the Forbidden Fate-Playing Master 诡异不死？我乃禁忌戏命师
[Sequences + Mystery and the Supernatural + Modern Martial Arts + Fate Player + Bizarre Fool’s Game] My name is Qin Fei, and I’m a madman even more extreme than “Yang Jian and Li Huowang.” By the time you read this, I’ll already be dead. No! No! I’m still alive!!! The Seven Stars aligned across the globe, blotting out the sun. From then on, the world entered an age of eternal night, with only a full moon hanging high in the sky. And that was the very day the eerie descended! Qin Fei, a doctor wh
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My Class Is Too Useless? I Became a Walking Horror in the Dungeon 职业太废？我成副本行走的怪谈
[Dungeons] + [Rule Horror] + [The Strange Immortal] + [Clever, Satisfying Story] That night in our middle school dorm, a pair of eerie red dancing shoes crushed my friend Chu Tianxiong's head, yet spared everyone else. Over the next three years, my dormmates' brains kept exploding one after another. They seemed to have been killed by whoever was behind the red shoes. Only Zhang Jiuqing and I, Li Ye, managed to survive. Maybe one of us would be the next target. Then, one day, Li Ye received a mys
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