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The Garbage God Awakens: I Can Understand the Earth's Immune System
My left hand dug into a piece of glass. It really hurt, but I couldn't care less because there was half a box of egg fried rice that was three days out of date in the trash can in front of me. In the third year of the apocalypse, a box of egg fried rice was worth enough for me to risk one hand. I squatted on the edge of the garbage mountain and pulled out the rancid lunch box. The rice grains were as hard as sand, and there was a suspicious layer of green hair on the surface, but they didn't sti
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I Opened Didi, and the Five-Star Rating Saved Daming.
"Hello, your order has arrived at its destination. Please bring your belongings and give you a five-star review. Thank you!" I yawned, looked at the system prompts on the phone screen, and clicked on the review given by the passenger - "The driver has a bad attitude, driving is like flying an airplane, bad review." "Fuck you." I cursed and leaned on the steering wheel, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. I worked all night, from two in the morning to six in the morning, and now my head is
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After Reading My Mind, My Aloof Husband Called Me Crazy and Called Me "Tie Tie"
The moment I opened my eyes, the back of my head felt like someone had hit me with a hammer. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling made my eyes hurt, and the air was full of the smell of disinfectant mixed with some expensive aromatherapy. The mattress was so soft that when I turned over, I almost sank into it. This sheet is made of silk. This room is larger than the entire one-bedroom apartment I rented before. The next second, memories poured into my mind like water from a floodgate. The o
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Xiu Abandons His Concubine and Takes His Step-Son, Absorbing All the Luck of His Eldest Mother-In-Law
The moment the cold tea slid down my throat, my memories came flooding back. The smell of poison... The familiar fishy smell of grass, mixed with the sweet scent of osmanthus honey. My aunt used this chronic poison in my previous life. She fed it to me day by day for three years, leaving me to die slowly on the hospital bed. My eyes shot open. The carved bed top, the washed white curtains, the smell of old camphor wood on the tip of my nose. I was lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a th
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I Became the Richest Man by Selling Pain
Broken ribs. This thought was terrifyingly clear, piercing into my consciousness like an ice pick. Every time he took a breath, his lungs felt like they were being polished by sandpaper, and a sweet, rusty smell filled his throat. I huddled behind the cold concrete fragments, my left arm bent at an unnatural angle, and the pain made my eyesight go black. But I didn't say anything. Because just ten meters away, the guy wearing a tattered bulletproof vest and carrying a rusty iron pipe was turning
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Doomsday Silence: I Can Hear the Frequency of Death
My fingers trembled at the bloody words. In the toilet cubicle of the shopping mall, the words written in blood were crooked, but each word was filled with fear: "Don't make any sound, if it exceeds 74 decibels, you will die." What is the concept of 74 decibels? Normal people speak at about 60 decibels, and a baby's cry can reach 90 decibels. I held my breath while my mind frantically calculated the meaning behind this number. It's been seven days. On the day the apocalypse broke out, I was park
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