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Books by 木鸷
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I'm the Director of a Psychiatric Hospital 我在精神病院当院长
“This world is sick, and I’m the only cure.” The mists descend, and the Old Ones awaken. As indescribable ancient gods peer down from the clouds and mad whispers echo through the streets, all of humanity trembles in terror, praying for the gods’ forgiveness. Everyone except Su Yue. As the director of a private psychiatric hospital on the verge of bankruptcy, he looked at the “lunatics” filling the place and fell into deep thought. That homeless man who kept muttering that “the world is going to
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I Cornered the Global Cultivation Market by Collecting Junk 我靠捡破烂，垄断全球修仙界
Reborn on Blue Star, where spiritual energy has run dry? While others fight tooth and nail over secret realms and heavenly treasures, Lin Chen squats in a scrapyard, laughing at the piles of rusted junk around him. A discarded bronze shard? Ancient immortal gold! A broken jade bangle? A treasure that nourishes the soul! A moldy old wooden box? It holds the legacy of a Great Emperor! Passersby sneer: “A junk picker thinks he can turn his life around?” Until one day, the peerless magical artifacts
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The Great Zhou Railway Corpse Stitcher 大周轨道缝尸人
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, spiritual energy was corrupted, and many cultivators became monsters. Gu Shen transmigrated into this world and became a lowly corpse stitcher at the West Street Funeral Parlor. Here, corpses must not be left overnight, and the dead must not open their eyes. He had a scalpel that could cut through illusions and reveal the “threads” behind all things. “Master Wang's body's falling apart? Don't worry, I'll go stitch him back together.” “The De
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The Yin Crow's Code 阴鸦守则
Lin Ye rented a cheap apartment in the old part of town, and from then on, an uncanny presence hounded him without end. The knocks at two in the morning were always right on time. The crow pecking at his door wasn't alive, and the eyes watching him through the crack had never belonged to a human face. Only after stumbling into a world of rule-based horror did he understand: Here, ghosts and monsters don't simply slaughter people. There are only rules you must obey, even if it costs you your life
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