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Books by Qu Gaofeng
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Tales of the Supernatural 民间怪谈录
[Rural Horror Stories + Anthology + Folk Horror Tales + Chinese Supernatural] Supernatural happenings are most likely to occur in mountain villages, and the stories we've heard may well have really happened. In the eerie night wind, Granny Hao, the midwife who receives the dead, is like a messenger from the underworld, guiding the spirits of helpless mothers and children home. Locust trees commune with spirits, and poplars attract yin energy. Beneath the village's ancient trees lie secrets that
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A Sheet of Human Skin 一张人皮
When beads of blood seeped from the claw marks on Li Jun's back, I recognized their shape: they were fingernail marks, exactly like the ones on the female corpse at the crematorium thirty years ago. Three days earlier, when he tremblingly handed me that faded pellet drum, the smiling faces of the boy and girl painted on its surface had suddenly split open, revealing locust-wood grain writhing beneath the skin. Now the lights above the emergency room flickered, and black blood was flowing through
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Ghostly Romance 鬼运桃花
“Don’t let the female ghost touch the red thread around your wrist.” Clutching the demon-catching bottle my grandfather left me, I rushed into the mourning hall. Thick black blood was seeping through the crack in Qin Qi’s coffin. Beside his name, the pool of blood twisted into two characters: “Liu’er.” Three days ago, when I returned to the village to drive out a ghost, I never imagined that the vengeful spirit who had haunted him for three lifetimes would be one I’d released with my own hands.
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The Last Piece of Fox Meat 最后一块狐狸肉
When I chopped off the white fox's right hind leg, what flowed from its wound wasn't blood, but the cries of the landlady's missing beloved cat. Three days ago, when Boss Zhou forced me to butcher the spirit fox, he never could have imagined that the lump of meat in the kitchen freezer, which would never rot, was a death sentence for every diner. At that moment, Uncle Li's compass needle suddenly began spinning wildly. The last piece of fox meat on the stove was oozing thick black liquid. The po
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