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Books by 子时吃瓜

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  1. A Piece of Zombie Flesh's Quest for Redemption 一块僵尸肉的自我救赎 Snacking on Melon Seeds at Midnight子时吃瓜Mystery385k WordsOngoing A zombie dragon crawls out of a pile of zombie flesh. In its quest to reclaim its name, it builds a home on the border between memory and oblivion for every being the world has cast aside. 58Reads7.0Score—Shelves
  2. I Refused to Approve Zhuge Liang's Borrowed Life, Then I Transmigrated into the Three Kingdoms as Zhuge Liang 孔明借命我不批，魂穿三国变孔明 Snacking on Melon Seeds at Midnight子时吃瓜Eastern Fantasy374k WordsOngoing I am the Lord of the Northern Dipper. At Wuzhang Plains, Zhuge Kongming set out the Seven Star Lamps and tried to borrow my life. I refused. A thousand years later, I fell into the currents of time and space after the incense offerings dwindled to nothing. When I awoke, my mouth was full of black blood, and the Seven Star Lamps before me had gone out. Jiang Wei was weeping, Wei Yan was shouting, and the Black and White Impermanence stood at my bedside, waiting to claim my soul. Only then did I r 15Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. Zheng Chenggong Never Existed 郑成功根本不存在 Snacking on Melon Seeds at Midnight子时吃瓜Historical175k WordsOngoing There is no such person as Zheng Chenggong in this world. That's right: he doesn't exist. If you disagree, let's debate. The Qing Dynasty tampered with history, removing Zhu and keeping Zheng. Zheng Sen signed his name as "Zhu Chenggong" throughout his life, ever since the Longwu Emperor bestowed the imperial surname upon him. Every proclamation, every military order, every memorial, every document sent abroad, always bore the signature: Grand General of the Ming Campaign, Prince of Yanping, Zhu 3Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Has the Spirit of the Pen Arrived? 笔仙来了吗 Snacking on Melon Seeds at Midnight子时吃瓜Mystery97k WordsOngoing You have five minutes to choose one good friend to stay behind with the ghost. The five of us were best friends. But our group chat was called “The Four Little Fortunes.” Whenever we went to an internet cafe, we only rented four computers. And there were only four spots for us in the graduation photo. So who was the person who’d been hanging out with us for three years? 3Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Guarding the Rivers and Mountains 镇河山 Snacking on Melon Seeds at Midnight子时吃瓜Eastern Fantasy355k WordsCompleted The earth is a chessboard, and the mountains and rivers are its pieces. In this world, geography is alive, and local customs can kill. A river that flows westward can return the dead to life for three quarters of an hour. The shadowless forest at midnight is a shortcut to the underworld. Ancient taboos, forgotten by all, lie dormant like volcanoes. Disturb them, and they will bring utter disaster upon the world. My name is Lin Jing, a feng shui master who travels among mountains and rivers. I do 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. Crimson Marrow 赤髓 Snacking on Melon Seeds at Midnight子时吃瓜Eastern Fantasy120k WordsCompleted Beneath the immortals, all are ants. And in my eyes, even immortals are ants. That day, I swallowed a living pill, and from then on, an immortal lived in my belly… 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. Haunted House Sleep Test: I Turned Around and Gave the Evil Ghost a F 凶宅试睡：我反手给厉鬼写了个B Snacking on Melon Seeds at Midnight子时吃瓜Urban139k WordsCompleted Other people catch ghosts with talismans. I catch them with the Delete key. After three years out of work and 300,000 yuan in debt, Chen Yu was so broke he couldn't even afford to drink the broth from his instant noodles. With nowhere else to turn, he took a high-risk gig testing out a supposedly haunted house. He meant to risk his life for the money, but unexpectedly awakened the Eye of Data, which let him see the underlying data of all things. In his eyes, the world had no ghosts or gods, only —Reads—Score—Shelves
  8. I’m Going Crazy, So Why Do You Call Me the Savior? 我在发疯，你们怎么说我是救世主 Snacking on Melon Seeds at Midnight子时吃瓜Mystery199k WordsCompleted This world is sick, but I’m a more professional kind of sick. The supernatural is returning, and all of humanity is begging for its life, while I’m teaching streetlights how to eat dog food. My boss wants to lay me off and photocopy my soul? I burn spirit money for myself in front of everyone: “No need to fire me. I’ve already collected an advance on my seventh-day memorial.” —Reads—Score—Shelves