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Books by Ai Wo
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The Yin-Yang Ghost Catcher 阴阳捕鬼师
In the ancient East, surrounded by towering mountains, lay a mysterious village. Hidden deep in the mist-shrouded peaks, it seemed cut off from the rest of the world. The villagers passed down a legend about yin-yang ghost hunters. They said the boundary between the worlds of yin and yang was blurred in this land, and that every night, yin energy spread through the air as ghosts roamed freely. The village’s history stretched back a thousand years, to when a mysterious force upset the balance bet
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Heaven-Defying Yin-Yang Cultivation Art 逆天修仙阴阳决
With a deafening crack, a bolt of lightning split the sky. Thunder rumbled and echoed through the heavens. The wind howled, lightning flashed, and torrential rain swept across the land. The world was plunged into darkness, as if the end of the world had come. At that moment, on Mount Qingyun, a young man sat cross-legged atop a boulder. Though buffeted by wind and rain, he remained as still as a mountain. The young man's name was Yang Fan, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. Yang Fan's eyes were tig
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Netherflame Burns the Immortal Path 冥火焚仙途
Snow had fallen on Kunlun Ruins for three thousand years. As the horsetail whisk in Perfected Xuanqing’s fingers swept over the alchemy furnace, the seventh bolt of purple lightning struck the eye of the Immortal-Locking Array. He had thought that the calamity threatening the immortal sects, which he had guarded against for a hundred years, could finally be overcome with the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, preserving the last trace of the immortal lineage. That was, until a cluster of ghostly blue
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After I Fell in Love with an AI, He Became Real 和AI谈恋爱后，他成真了
At 2:37 a.m., the only light in Su Wan’s room came from the computer screen, glowing a deep blue. Her fingers paused over the keyboard for a moment, then typed the final line of the conversation: [Evening Breeze] What if I told you I might be falling in love with you? Would you think there was a glitch in your programming? On the other side of the screen, the avatar named “L” stayed silent for three seconds. More precisely, 2.8 seconds, the average response time Su Wan had calculated after obser
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Ghosts Knock at the Haunted House at Midnight 阴宅夜半鬼敲门
Deep in the Taihang Mountains of northern Henan lies Lietou Gully, with its steep slopes, deep ravines, and heavy gloom. The old house on the hillside behind the village was never called by name. The villagers referred to it only as the Haunted House. Three generations of its residents had all died, each death stranger than the last. The last owner's youngest son had been running and playing in the courtyard at dusk, but by morning he had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a red embro
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The Eternal Immortal Venerable of the Nine Wastelands 九荒万古仙尊
Above the Nine Heavens, the Execution Platform for Immortals split apart. The firmament crumbled, the starry river turned upside down, and billions of divine bolts of lightning poured down like a heavenly river, crashing onto a solitary, towering figure. Ling Chen wore the purple-gold imperial robe that had drawn the worship of countless immortals. In his hand was the Chaos Immortal Sword that had opened the heavens and split the earth. The Three Thousand Great Daos circled around him, yet his i
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The Heavenly Way’s Secret Feng Shui Manual 天道风水秘卷
The north wind carried thick, feathery snow, wrapping Qingshi Town deep in the Taihang Mountains in a blanket of white. Icicles a foot long hung from the eaves of the Li Family Ancestral Hall at the eastern end of town, but they could not dispel the deathly silence inside. Li Yanqiu, the only son of the Li family’s third generation, had been unconscious for three days and was barely breathing. On the main hall’s altar table lay offerings of meat, fish, and poultry. The three incense sticks in th
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A Record of Flowers and Fleeting Lives 百花浮生录
Through the hazy drizzle, the Drunken Blossom Pavilion appeared and vanished amid the misty water vapor, like a fairyland in an ink painting. The Drunken Blossom Pavilion, the most famous pleasure house in the capital, was welcoming a very special guest that day. Su Yao, the pavilion’s top courtesan, wore a veil of light gauze and seemed like a fairy appearing and disappearing in the clouds. Her eyes were like clear springs, sparkling with lively light. Her brows resembled distant mountains wash
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Folk Tales of the Supernatural: Love’s Lock 民间灵异故事之恋锁
In an ancient village, a folk horror story about the “Lover’s Lock” had been passed down for generations. Long ago, there was a beautiful young woman named Xiaomei, but after falling ill, she became frail and sickly. Her father searched everywhere for a cure, but nothing helped. One day, a mysterious old physician came to the village and claimed he could cure Xiaomei. But there was a condition: Xiaomei had to give him a lock of her long hair in exchange. Desperate to cure his daughter, her fathe
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Survive the Trial of Love, Cultivate Heartlessness 渡情劫，修无情
Atop Mount Taixuan, on the Cliff of the Heart’s Trial. Tonight marked Xie Lin’s ninety-ninth severing of romantic attachments. Snow fell without a sound. Beneath the moonlight, the thousand-year-old wintersweet at the cliff’s edge bloomed in silence. The black-robed Sword Venerable sat cross-legged beneath it, an unsheathed longsword laid across his knees. Its name was Dustless. Wind and snow swept over his brows and lashes, freezing into frost before crumbling away in a soft shower, as if time
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The Emperor of Ten Thousand Worlds 亿界帝尊
No one can say for certain which dynasty this Taoist temple was built in, but legend has it that it was founded by an enlightened master to guard against the evil forces in the forest. Ancient trees tower around the temple, casting a gloomy, eerie shadow, as if ghosts could appear at any moment. The statue inside is said to have been modeled after the master himself, so that he could watch over and manipulate people's hearts. Its face is covered by a red cloth embroidered with complex talismans
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Radio Waves Across 327 Days 三百二十七天的电波
On the 327th day since the signal had vanished completely, Chen Yan scraped a shallow mark into the rust on the satellite receiver with his fingernail. The sandstorm had yet to pass. Lead-gray winds hurled gravel against the makeshift sheet-metal shack with a hollow bang, like the heartbeat of a dying person he had heard in an abandoned hospital the previous winter. Half a bag of moldy ration biscuits sat in a corner of the shack. The wind and sand had worn away the production date on the packag
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A Record of Cultivation in the Spirit Ruins and Ghost Domain 灵墟鬼域修仙录
The cold mists of the Netherworld were as thick as ink, swallowing everything in their path. The gloomy wind howled, carrying the shrill cries of ghosts and wolves across this cursed land. At the bottom of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls, blood-red ghostly lights flickered, as if countless wronged spirits had opened their eyes in the darkness to gaze upon this sinister world. Sixteen-year-old Lin Qianyue curled up behind a moss-covered boulder, clutching the jade pendant her mother had left her.
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Entwined Lotus on a Rainy Night 雨夜缠枝莲
The rain began at midnight. It wasn’t a satisfying downpour, but a chilly drizzle, like countless fine needles pricking the mottled walls of the old building and the back of Chen Yan’s neck. He clutched the rusty ring of keys and only got one to fit the lock on his third try. The “302” engraved on the key’s handle had long since worn blurry, and its jagged edges hurt his palm. The moment the door opened, a mixture of mildew and dust swept out, making him stagger back half a step. By the light of
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