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Books by 隐云风折
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Containment Breach: Reborn Again and Again at the Site 收容失效：我在站点无限重生
Death is a cheap coin. You could spend it four hundred times here and still not buy the truth. There is no door at the end of the corridor. There is no path beyond the door. At the end of the path is another you, dressed in an orange prison uniform, asking: How much do you remember this time? Stop counting. That voice has been waiting since before you were born. Waiting for an answer. Waiting for a name. Waiting for someone who can make it out alive the first time. Or waiting for someone wh
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Soul Unbinding 解魂
My name is Lin Du, and I’m a Taoist priest. This is my “Ledger of Underworld Journeys.” It records the truths I encountered on the margins between cities and countryside, starting when I became my grandfather’s apprentice at the age of nine. He was a retired Celestial Master in a purple robe. There was the “living” village of Mushui, empty of people yet still sending up cooking smoke; the “Eye Sacrifice” mark on a female university student from the provincial capital, originating from an ancien
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This Senior Student Is a Little Silly 这个学姐有点傻
She has lived for over a thousand years, seeing too much hypocrisy, exploitation, and suspicion. Her heart had long since frozen over, until she met the junior who handed her a love letter. He said, “I just want you to know that someone in this world sees you.” Later, on a snowy day, they stood together beneath the falling snow, their heads covered in white. She suddenly remembered a line: Snow settling on your head, as if your black hair had turned white. He whispered, “May we grow old together
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Bound to the Reverse Praise System, Can Insults Make Me an Emperor? 绑定逆褒扬系统，骂人就能成帝？
My name is Qingshi. I transmigrated and got bound to a lousy System. The System said I had to take disciples and scold them every day, as harshly as possible. But I couldn’t praise them. One compliment and I’d be done for. I also couldn’t give them magic treasures, teach them cultivation techniques, or give them special treatment. Just scold them. I thought, Isn’t that going to ruin them? Then I took in seven good-for-nothings nobody wanted, scolded them for three years, and fell asleep. Just on
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