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Books by 笔墨春秋
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Don’t Panic About the Mysterious Revival: I’ll Open a University and Fight It Head-On 神秘复苏不要慌，开所大学和它刚
Years after the mysterious resurgence, people always find themselves reminiscing about their days studying at Mysterious University. There, they don't take math, physics, chemistry, or English. Their classes cover talismans and Taoist arts, and they can choose from all kinds of majors: ghost hunting, spirit mediumship, feng shui, communicating with the underworld, corpse driving, spirit summoning, and more. They miss the old man with the long-stemmed pipe at the gate, their mentor Uncle Jiu, Dep
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The Carefree Young Imperial Uncle 逍遥小皇叔
Drunk, he plunged into the water to scoop up the moon, then transmigrated into the Liang Dynasty as the top-ranked newborn! His elder brother, the Crown Prince, died young, the new emperor is still a child, and the family even has a hereditary illness! Don't worry, my imperial nephew. Your imperial uncle will take good care of the entire Liang Dynasty for you!
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A Tavern Connecting All Worlds: From the Start, I Welcome Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei 酒馆通万界，开局招待刘关张
[Urban] + [the Myriad Worlds] + [System] + [Wild Imagination] + [History] Su Ming takes over a little tavern in an unremarkable tourist spot, only to discover that the wooden door to its storeroom leads to the Myriad Worlds. On the very first day he opens it, he finds himself facing the streets of Zhuo Commandery at the end of the Eastern Han dynasty. Three down-on-their-luck men push their way inside: one weaves mats and sells sandals, one has a red face and a long beard, and one has a leopard'
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Year After Year, We Cross the River, Then Meet with a Glance 岁岁争渡一回眸
I used to be an ordinary mortal. You call me a corporate drone? Whatever. But after I’m reborn, what should you call me? After an accident sends Mu Cheng back to the past, the old warehouse’s pinball machine still bears fresh cracks. A blue glass marble is wedged in a crevice, like a tear that never fell. He does everything he can to make up for his regrets, trying to reclaim the things he let slip away without realizing it. Fragments of time gradually pile up in the old warehouse: a storybook w
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