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Books by 屺溶咯
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Tomb Notes: You Dig the Dirt, I'll Bury the Bodies 盗笔一人：你挖土来我埋人
"Revised the entire text on 2026.06.23. Feel free to start from the beginning if you're interested"!!!!!!! By the time they tracked their target to Yucun, Fujian, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao had been awake for a day and a night. Feng Baobao clutched her stomach and said she was hungry. Fine, they would have to find food first. At a bend in the mountain road, they found a farmhouse inn called "Xila Mian." Zhang Chulan was wondering what kind of genius would open a shop in this godforsaken place
978Reads5.4Score149Shelves
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Two Amnesiac Centenarians: The Ultimate Secret Behind the Door 两个失忆的百岁老人：门后终极
When Feng Baobao, clutching a kitchen knife, suddenly dropped from her familiar mountain into a pitch-black space, Zhang Qiling fell silent. In his hundred-plus years of life, this was the first time he'd seen someone bring cooking utensils on a tomb raid. The amnesiac “socially unstoppable Bao-jie” and the amnesiac “ultimate spokesperson” Zhang Qiling: put these two centenarians together, and the result is something else. Feng Baobao went after the zongzi, hacking away without wasting words,
730Reads8.0Score100Shelves
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National Fate: The Immortals’ Forbidden Zone Game 国运：不死者的禁地游戏
Forbidden lands have appeared, and national fortunes are bound to them. Each country must regularly send its elite into these lands for trials where death is the only alternative. Victors expand their territory, extend their citizens’ lifespans, and unlock advanced technology. Losers see their territory shrink, their resources dry up, and their nations vanish from the world map. China had lost three rounds in a row, and its territory had shrunk by a third. At the hundredth trial, the System was
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Three Big Shots’ Modern Lives 大佬仨现代生活记
One moment, I was a demon who’d fallen into darkness, surrounded by enemies and pierced by countless arrows. What a spectacular death. The next moment, I opened my eyes and found myself facing floor-to-ceiling windows, takeout menus, and overdue-payment texts. What the heck? I, the mighty life-taking fiend who once ruled an age, had been reborn in the modern world. Before I could figure out what kind of sorcery “scan to pay” was, my two old troublemaking friends dropped in, one after the othe
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