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Hehuan Sect: at the Beginning, the Demon Lord Seizes the Body, and the Saint Begs for Mercy.
Are you going to be sucked dry by being used as a cauldron at the beginning? After traveling through time and becoming the most useless disciple of the Hehuan Sect, Ling Ye sneered and awakened the only heaven-defying demonic body in the ages! The sect master's cultivation level was devoured with his backhand. The once aloof witch and saint now had to beg for mercy! From the furnace cauldron that is left to be slaughtered by others, to the demon supreme who kills decisively, I am the new rule!
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Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio 3
My name is Pu Liuxian, a poor scholar who can see ghosts. I originally wanted to take the exam and wait for death, until the fragments of my ancestral "Liao Zhai" began to bleed, and a talking mouse brought me a bloody book with a net drawn in it. Then, I met her. A woman who is more mysterious than a ghost and more dangerous than a demon. She told me that there are no ghosts in this world, only "information residue"; there are no gods, only high-dimensional "observers". From the headless ghost
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People Fishing for Corpses from the River
My name is Chen Jiu, and I am a corpse collector. There should be rules when fishing for corpses: don't fish for corpses at midnight, don't ask for directions at noon, and don't look back when you see a corpse. But I happened to fish out a corpse in red wedding clothes that had sunk in the river for hundreds of years. They all said that I had made a fortune, but I was the only one who knew that this was not a corpse, but a "death reminder" from the underworld. The mark on her ankle that looks li
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I Give Rules to the Ghosts
The elders in our village all say that if you hear someone calling your name from behind while walking at night, never look back. I didn't believe it until I became a psychiatrist in the city and saw a patient. He said that every night someone called his full name in his dream, and he had turned around three times. During the fourth meeting, his neck was twisted into a twist and he died on the sofa in the consulting room. The police said it was suicide, but I used the method taught by my grandfa
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