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Scaring Someone to Death Doesn't Mean You Won't Pay for It
The stories my grandpa used to tell me were probably meant to scare me into staying put, or maybe to lull me to sleep. He always told them with such conviction and vivid detail that I often found myself dreaming of the very scenes he had lived through. I met the old flower-growing woman on Yinshan Mountain, and one villager after another from Sangen Village. Their faces were gloomy and strange, and their deeds served as a warning, reminding us that “the gods are watching from three feet above yo
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Talking About Ghosts in the Middle of the Night
This book "Third Geng Talking about Ghosts" is a series with another book "Fifth Geng". The Fifth Geng tells the strange things that happened in my grandfather's era. The Third Geng tells the things I encountered in my own era. I hope readers can read it. However, these are short stories. I hope readers can experience my panic... I am from the country, born in 1989, and I don't have much education. I am the second child in my family. I have an older brother and a younger brother. I will use the
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Soul-Breaking Dream
In the rivers and lakes, those who hold the soul-breaking knife are all named "soul-breaking people". Let's see how the third "soul-breaking person" Lu Duanqiu and Lin Kuhai, the abandoned son of the Lin family, will play out in this world. How many bloody storms will a "dream gun" cause? How will the massacre of the family ten years ago be obscured? Let's see if the two can solve this amazing mystery. The grievances of the previous generation will continue to the next generation, generation aft
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How Many Times Have the Mist and Rain in This World Gone Through?
An ordinary egg fried noodle stall, an ordinary boss, but with vicissitudes of life in his eyes, and a maturity that is not close to his age. The spatula in his hand is flying, and the fried noodles in the pot exude a strong fragrance of human fireworks. No one knows where he comes from, maybe not. He once had great glory, but perhaps that has slowly faded away over time, but life is still not stopping every second. Maybe he also has a love that is difficult to let go of. This is an ordinary nov
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