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Books by 白糖水西红柿
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Werewolf: The Apocalypse Rules: Don't Trust the Seer 狼人杀规则怪谈：别信那个预言家
All of humanity is forced to play a real-life game of Werewolf. Su Mo can see comments from parallel-world versions of himself, but every time he uses this ability, he loses his memories. Vote correctly, and the nation’s fortunes rise. Wrongly condemn one person, and natural disasters strike. When the data tells you to give up, and trust could lead to betrayal, do you trust the data or the human heart? A real-life game of Werewolf, broadcast worldwide, with the fates of nations at stake. The com
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Funeral Home Make-Up Artist: From the Start, a Ghost Baby Called Me Mom 殡仪馆整容师：开局鬼婴喊我妈
My name is Shen Ci, and I’m a mortuary cosmetologist. I’ve been doing this for three years, and I’ve seen off more than seven hundred people. Then, at 2:43 a.m., the ghost infant in the morgue’s refrigerated drawer grabbed my sleeve and called me “Mom.” The livestream started without warning, and the comments surged. Some said, “The soil is warm.” Others said, “The person who buried him is watching the livestream.” That’s when I realized the child buried alive three years ago, the father who ju
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Phoenix-Risen Heiress: The Secret Identity Queen Goes on a Killing Spree 涅槃千金：马甲女王她杀疯了
In her previous life, Ye Wange trusted her stepsister, loved the wrong man, and ended up losing her family and dying after being pushed down a flight of stairs. When she opens her eyes again, she has been reborn on the very day she was pushed down those stairs. Looking at her sweet-talking little sister reaching out to “help” her, Ye Wange smiles. Then she kicks the little white lotus right back down the stairs! “Big Sis, I didn’t mean to…” Ye Weiwei weeps prettily. Ye Wange simply tosses out th
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The Takeout Immortal: The Phoenix Sealed in a Scooter Battery 外卖仙尊：电瓶里封印的凤凰
Immortal Venerable Song Deman was banished to the mortal world to deliver takeout, with a talking, cursing electric scooter battery thrown in for good measure. He thought it was just a miserable job with “no-delivery” restrictions, until the System started sending him all kinds of absurd orders and branded him a “virus” to be hunted down. After the battery that had cursed him for four hundred years burned up its soul to take a lethal blow for him, he picked up the scooter and said to those who h
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