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Books by Mo Yan Mo
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No. 47, Blue Brick Alley 青砖巷47号
My name is Lin Mo. I inherited an old house and a photo album I should never have opened. In the attic, I found a yellowed sheet of paper with a few strange rules written on it: “Look through the photos in order,” “Close the album as soon as you see red,” and “Never speak to the photographs.” At first, I thought they were just the former owner’s quirks, until I broke the first rule by skipping a page. That night, nightmares came. To my horror, the eyes of everyone in the family portrait in the
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The Forbidden Lake of Fuxian: The Underwater City of the Dead 抚仙禁湖：水下尸城
Fuxian Lake in Yunnan is unfathomably deep. Beneath its vast, glassy waters lies a secret that could shake the world. Five years ago, explorer Lin Mo's brother vanished while searching for an ancient city on the lakebed. All he left behind was a notebook with faded, mottled writing. Its final page read: “There are eyes at the bottom of the lake. They're watching me... They're not corpses. They're waiting.” Five years later, Lin Mo returns, unable to let go of the past, only to be drawn into an e
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Yunnan Tales of the Strange: 1,000 Folk Stories 云南之怪谈：1000个民间故事
I’m Mo Jiyan, a freelance writer from a mountain village in northwestern Yunnan. I love drinking and talking, and I always carry a voice recorder and half a pack of Yunyan cigarettes in my pocket. Deep in debt to my publisher for overdue manuscripts, I was forced to return to Yunnan to gather material and dig up old supernatural tales scattered among the mountain villages.
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I Accidentally Wandered into the Kingdom of Women 误闯女儿国的我
This list follows a complete story arc: an unexpected arrival, a struggle to survive, getting caught up in a conflict, uncovering the truth, and finally making a choice and reaching an ending.
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Strange Tales of Maoshan Ghost Arts 茅山鬼道奇闻录
The protagonist is a Maoshan Taoist who talks a mile a minute, is lecherous, and yet has real skills. The humor and sense of immersion are off the charts. My name is Lin Jiu, the 88th-generation heir to Maoshan, probably. Anyway, that’s what my old drunk of a master said. His only legacy before he kicked the bucket was this Qingfeng Temple, sitting on a prime lot downtown yet so broke even ghosts wouldn’t come near it, plus his final words: “Disciple, guard the temple. The Patriarch… hic… will v
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