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Books by 炜洁
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At the End of the Yin-Yang Road, I Am a Reaper of Souls 阴阳末路，吾为阴差
At the End of the Yin-Yang Path, I Am the Underworld Enforcer A ghostly enforcer of the Guigu lineage, a thousand-year-old family that guards the balance of yin and yang and guides the souls of the dead. My name is Weijie. I am forty-six and live in seclusion in Taikoo Li, Rongcheng, where I run a modest tailoring shop called Upholding the Way. I wear a suit and wield the art of judgment. To the world, I am an elegant tailor; in truth, I am the last underworld enforcer alive. I wanted to retreat
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Reborn in the 1990s: Using Foresight to Become the Nation's Richest 重生九零：凭先知富甲全国
Back in the '90s, when the wind of the times was at your back, even a pig could fly, let alone a reborn business magnate. In his previous life, he trusted the wrong people and ended up with his family destroyed, buried in debt, and jumping to his death. After returning to life, his first move is to foil the elaborate scam plotted by his fiancée and childhood friend, and reclaim his first fortune! The stock market has yet to go wild, housing prices are still at rock bottom, and internet giants ar
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A Feng Shui Trap Beneath the Pagoda Tree 槐树下的风水局
A Feng Shui Formation Beneath the Locust Tree
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The Feng Shui Master of Rongcheng 蓉城阳宅师
Feng Shui Master of Rongcheng At forty-seven, Weijie has spent more than twenty years practicing residential feng shui in Rongcheng, witnessing too many bizarre haunted-house incidents. He had hoped to keep to his own little corner of the world and live in peace, but a haunted-house case involving a “reverse bow sha” drew him into a carefully orchestrated conspiracy. From Jinniu District to Jinjiang District, from Qingyang District to Wuhou District, traps meant to kill him have been laid throug
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The Firmament's Game Changer 天穹破局者
The Cleaner, an assassin who vanished from the underworld seven years ago, has opened a noodle shop with just four tables in the old district of Jingang. Every day, he shaves noodles, simmers broth, and wipes down tables. An old pocket watch sits on the cash register, its hands frozen at quarter past three, welded in place. It is the only keepsake his late wife left behind after the fire. Until one day, a spoiled rich kid smashes the watch. Three seconds. Three men hit the floor. “The Cleaner
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One Breath of Agarwood, a Thousand Years Lost 一缕沉香误千年
A Wisp of Agarwood, Lost for a Thousand Years
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