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Books by 鲨鱼酱子
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Midnight Tales of the Strange 午夜怪谈录
A collection of a hundred folk tales of the supernatural, with one self-contained story per chapter. Every tale strikes at the heart of Chinese-style horror. Welcome to Midnight Tales. A word of warning: if you read late at night, be sure to lock your doors. Each chapter is a new story, told entirely in the first person.
99Reads—Score—Shelves
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Strange Tales from the Countryside 乡村诡故事
Before you start this book, a warning: if you scare easily, don't read it. If you live alone, be careful. Every short ghost story here is based on an ordinary person's real-life experience. Not a single word is made up. From the damp old alleyways of the south to the frozen, deserted villages of the north; from late-night overtime in office buildings to lights-out in university dorms; the taboos our elders forbade us to talk about, and the moments you dare not dwell on in the middle of the night
73Reads—Score—Shelves
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Strange Tales, Volume 1 奇闻诡事录1
This is a collection of folk tales about the uncanny, strange accounts from across the land. Each chapter is a complete story, each tale a separate supernatural mystery, revealing the mysteries of yin and yang, folk taboos, and the obsessions of the dead. You never know when a casual remark might draw the attention of spirits lurking in the wilderness; when an old object you pick up might hold the memory of a tragic death; or when an everyday habit might already have crossed a forbidden boundary
13Reads—Score—Shelves
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After I Stopped Being Love-Brained, I Became a Top-Tier Star in Design 不做恋爱脑后，我成了设计界顶流
The moment my fiancé and best friend conspired to kill me, I finally realized that the three years I'd devoted myself to them had been nothing but an elaborate scam. My designs became his claim to fame. My connections and resources became the ladder he climbed to success. In the end, I was branded a plagiarist, vilified across the internet, and left to die on a cold, rainy night. When I opened my eyes again, I was 24, fresh off winning the national gold medal in design and just three days away f
1Reads—Score—Shelves