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Books by 峰砚
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- I Drive for Didi at a Funeral Home 我在殡仪馆开滴滴 My name is Chen Mo. By day, I move corpses at a funeral home. At night, I drive for Didi. Then one late night, I accepted a ride outside the funeral home. My passenger was a woman in a red dress. She handed me a ghost note. “Driver, take me to the mass grave.” I glanced in the rearview mirror. Something was chasing her. I’d seen that thing’s face in the crematorium earlier today. I escaped using a taboo method taught to me by a veteran at the funeral home, but then I discovered something had cha 1.3kReads—Score—Shelves
- After Becoming the Villainess, I Called Off the Engagement Myself 穿成恶毒女配后我主动退婚 Lin Wanwan transmigrated into a book. She wasn’t the heroine or the first love everyone cherished, but the vicious supporting character destined to be hated by everyone. There were three days left before the engagement-ending banquet, and the original owner was still frantically making calls and sending texts. Lin Wanwan turned off her phone. “Whoever wants to follow this script can do it themselves.” At the banquet, she neither cried nor made a scene. She calmly handed over the agreement to e 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- Delivery Driver: The System Pauses Delivery Time for Me 外卖员：系统让我配送时间暂停 Zhang Yuan came from a county town to the main city to deliver food. He owed 80,000 yuan, his mother was hospitalized, and the station manager slammed the table. “Get one more bad review and you’re fired!” His last order of the night was maliciously reported again. He crouched by the roadside, and his phone suddenly went black “Host on the brink of despair detected. Bind to the [Delivery Time Management Bureau]?” Time stop, time slowdown, time reversal. While making deliveries, he could freeze t —Reads—Score—Shelves
- Yellow Springs Logistics: Free Shipping to the Land of the Living 黄泉物流：包邮到阳间 I died. A flowerpot did me in. Only after I reached the underworld did I find out that the queue for reincarnation was three hundred years long. Without good karma, I couldn’t even find a place to stay. With nowhere else to turn, I could only take a temporary job at Yellow Springs Logistics, delivering letters from the dead to the living. Deliver one to the wrong place and you’ll be thrown into the boiling cauldron. Deliver it too late and your soul will scatter. Every letter carries a life, a r —Reads—Score—Shelves
