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Books by 非君威
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The Seal Suppresses and Devours Ghosts, Starting with Being Born to Keep Them at Bay 镇印吞鬼，从天生压鬼开始
At a dangerous building in Linjiang, a hanging ghost's shadow appears. At a haunted campus, evil spirits run rampant. Everyone is running from the ghosts. Only Chen Mo keeps drawing closer. Because he has a mark on his palm that can suppress yin and yang and devour all ghosts. But no one told him that each ghost he devours makes him less and less human. When the Nether-Suppressing Mark covers the entire city, who is the real ghost?
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The Thunder Demon’s Su Zai Host, Picking Up an Empress Dowager Beneath the Tribulation Lightning 雷魔中苏载体，雷劫下捡个太皇后
Lei Yi transmigrated to a cultivation world, scraping by on salvaged scraps and begging for food. One day, while crouching in a tree hollow and chewing on a moldy biscuit, he saw a woman with an incredible figure undergoing a lightning tribulation. The lightning tore away all her clothes, leaving a dazzling expanse of pale skin that hurt his eyes. She was about to be struck to death. Lei Yi rushed out, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and ran. The lightning chased after him. A bolt struck the back
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A Thousand Faces Hang in My Basement 我家地下室挂着一千张脸
A thousand faces hang in the basement of my house. Every single one belonged to a person. Stick one onto someone else’s face and it will grow into place, becoming a part of them. From then on, they won’t die unless I let them. Stick one onto my own face, and everything that person had becomes mine. The day the red fog descended, ability users awakened all over the city. The Special Affairs Bureau, the black market, and mysterious organizations were all searching for one person: The last mas
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Clad in Red Spider Lilies, Destined by the King of Hell 彼岸花衣，阎王之命
Grandpa sewed me eighteen outfits. I wore each one for a night on my birthday, and when I woke up, I'd forgotten something. Everything I forgot was from my past life. On my eighteenth birthday, Grandpa died in the hospital and told me to retrieve the last outfit from beneath the altar. The pattern on the back of the garment spread outward from the inside, like a sinister flower of the other shore. The night I put on the last outfit, a woman in red slipped into my clothes. Then I remembered one t
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