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There's a Ghost Inside Me
The rain is like countless cold needles, piercing the night in the old town of Linyuan City. Shen Ye put out the cigarette butt in the water-logged depression, and there was a soft hiss, which was swallowed up by the louder sound of rain. He had just finished handling a police case involving drunkenness and causing trouble. His partner drove away first, and he chose to walk. He deliberately avoided the "Changning Road" three blocks away - the place where his father Shen Xiao was shot and died wh
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Gaowu Dashang: Master Dao, I Rely on Beast Control to Summon Invincibility
Severe pain, excruciating pain. It was as if a red-hot iron hammer had been stabbed into his chest, and every breath brought a burning sensation as if his lungs were being torn apart. Lu Jiuyuan opened his eyes suddenly, his vision blurred. Under the gray sky, several black crows were screaming "wow" on the withered treetops, and the air was filled with a strange smell of earth and decay. Mass grave? Before he had time to digest this idea, a huge heavy leather boot studded with copper na
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After Maxing Out My Skills at the Beginning, I Became the White Moonlight in the Sports World
Boom—— A flash of pale lightning ripped through the night outside the window, illuminating the dismantled F1 car in the maintenance room like the skeleton of a giant beast. Ji Ran irritably threw the wrench into the tool box, making a sharp clang. "Damn, the data is wrong again!" Rows of red error codes on the display screen seemed to mock his futility for the past half month. This "Flame" that he regards as a treasure has become a pile of expensive scrap metal since the cylinder exploded at the
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Underworld APP: I Rely on Dreams to Catch Ghosts and Become a God
The expired Laotan pickled cabbage noodle soup was turbid in color and exuded a sour and rotten smell that made people hesitate. Lin Bufan used the tip of his chopsticks to push aside the vegetable leaves that were floating on top, then poured half a bowl of cold rice into it, stirred it twice, and the soup was sucked up instantly, turning it into a sticky mess. Not bad, at least it fills my stomach. He picked up the cracked blue and white porcelain bowl and was about to take the first bite when
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