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Cultivation of Immortality in a Deceitful Way: Starting from Refining Corpses in Mass Graves
Montenegro is such a bad place, even the crows flying past don't dare to poop before leaving. The perennial dark wind is like a bone-scraping steel knife, carrying rotten leaves and the smell of rotten flesh, straight into the human and heavenly caps. Midnight is approaching, and a crimson-red hairy moon hangs on the sky, its halo showing the greasy look of blood that has not been washed away. "Ahem... God, I'll be frozen to death." Xie Wujiu tightened the colorless tattered cotton-padded jacket
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I Picked up the Photolithography Machine Blueprints at the Start of the Game.
In June in Jiangcheng, the scorching sun burned the asphalt roads until they became oily. Cicadas were howling at the top of their lungs in the trees, which made people upset. Outside the south gate of Jiangcheng University, a dilapidated human-powered tricycle that rang nothing but its bell came to a halt under the shade of a tree on the roadside with a creak. Qin Yang wiped the sweat from his face carelessly. The sweat mixed with dust, creating several muddy ditches on his face. The cultural s
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Military Kitchen System: I Cook the World Behind the Scenes
The glazed tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony shone with a cold light under the early spring sun. Mu Qinghan held the gilded "State Food Supervisor" token given by the emperor. His fingertips touched the dust in the scratches, and he suddenly thought of the blackened iron pot from the Northern Cooking Team. At that time, he had just been drafted into the army from his hometown, carrying half a bag of wheat cakes made by his mother, and even cutting vegetables was scolded by the squad leader as
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Synthetic Ten Thousand Realms Card Drawing System
The energy shield of the starship "Light Pickup" created fine ripples in the turbulence of the eye of the abyss, like silk lifted by the strong wind. Qiao Ci stood in front of the porthole of the bridge, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the three Origin Cards in his palm - "Origin Fire" as hot as a beating heart, "Origin Water" as warm as flowing moonlight, and "Origin Wind" always making a fine buzz when he concentrated. The three energies intertwined into a stable triangle in his body. Thi
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Memory Deduction: Crazy Dad Is in the Imaginary Dynasty
The salty wind blew up the foam and slapped it on the window paper, making a soft rustling sound, which was very similar to the sound of snow particles hitting animal skin jackets in the snowy fields of the north. Shao Bianyun was holding half a charcoal pen, and the pen tip was hanging above the yellowed hemp paper without falling down. The sunlight slanted through the window lattice, casting a line between light and dark on the back of his hand, illuminating the shallow scar on his knuckles pa
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Cry of Echo Ruins
Atano, the eternal city, has no color. The sky is a permanent lead gray, the buildings are made of rocks of different shades, and even the residents' robes seem to be dyed gray from the dust. Here, strong emotions are a taboo, a plague that can bring disaster. Jiang Chen is an anomaly.
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Burying People at Night
The raindrops hit the frosted glass door of the morgue of Qinghe County Funeral Home. The sound did not sound like rain, but like someone grabbing a lot of gravel outside and throwing it on the window with full force. The drainage pipes had long been blocked by fallen leaves and mud, and turbid rainwater poured down the walls into the corridor. The stench of the sewers that had been soaked for ten and a half months mixed with the smell of formalin that lingered in the funeral home all year round
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Divine Eye Treasure Appraisal: Pick up Priceless Treasures at the Beginning
"Clang!" A crisp and ear-piercing shattering sound suddenly exploded in the dark and closed back warehouse of Jubaozhai, like a heavy hammer that hit Lu Yuan's chest hard. Lu Yuan was still holding a yellowed rag in his hand. He was frozen on the spot and his mind was blank. Under his feet, a field of fine blue and white porcelain pieces was reflecting the light of the dim incandescent lamp on the roof of the warehouse. It was a blue and white vase with lotus patterns from the Guangxu period of
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