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Books by Representative of Night Talkers
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The Paper Effigy Spirit-Return Shop 纸扎回魂铺
Deep in the mountains of western Hunan, Chen, the last paper effigy maker, has died. His adopted grandson, Chen Ping’an, burns down the paper effigy shop and heads to the city to make a living with the craft he learned from him. The paper figures he makes can communicate with the spirit world. Once their eyes are painted and they are burned, they can ward off calamity for the living and guide the dead on their way. This is the thousand-year legacy of the paper effigy craft, and all that Chen lef
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If Summer Has an Echo 如果夏天有回声
If summer has an echo
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Your Majesty, Are You Doing Science Again? 娘娘，你又搞科研了？
A modern career woman transmigrates into a fictional ancient imperial court. She must do more than survive and compete for favor: with wisdom, vision, and political skill far beyond her era, she will unlock power, win people's hearts, and ultimately become the one who defines the rules, rather than someone who depends on others.
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From the Start, I Used Emotion Points to Take the Whole Village to the Heavens 开局情绪值，把全村带上天
Chen Xiaoman, the poorest orphan in the whole village, is humiliated by a rich, beautiful woman on his first day in the city. After awakening his System, he sells wild fruit from the hills as luxury limited editions, drives Michelin-starred chefs crazy with his grandmother’s pickled vegetable recipe, and casually buys out the company owned by the city relatives who looked down on him. When every villager, young and old, drives into the city in three-wheeled carts to present him with a banner, th
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Death Chamber: No Entry 死室禁入
Lu Chen found a photograph in a dead man's drawer. The person in it was himself. He couldn't remember having the picture taken. He couldn't remember going to that place. He couldn't remember wearing those clothes. There was a line written on the back of the photo: Don't look in the mirror at three in the morning. That night, he didn't. But he still saw himself. In the mirror, in the dead man's eyes, everywhere he shouldn't have been. The rules were being rewritten. And he was part of them.
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