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Hongmeng Shuangyao: Going Against the Journey and Breaking Through the Prehistoric Times
The Hongmeng has just opened, the sky and the earth are dark and yellow, ferocious beasts are rampant in the ancient world, gods are beginning to appear, and the battle for destiny is sweeping across the eight wastelands. At the top of Kunlun, the profound abyss is hidden in the sea of clouds, cold and indifferent, feeding on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, cultivating the path of inaction; in the abyss of the netherworld, the river of embers roars in the dark pool, and is unruly and
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Counterattack on the Deserted City: Infrastructure Construction Frenzy Breaks the Epidemic
Returned infrastructure engineers returned to China with cutting-edge ideas, and unexpectedly took over unfinished projects in the suburbs that had been abandoned by capital and exploited by local forces. The roads here were as muddy as swamps, supporting facilities were ineffective, and interest groups colluded with officials to obstruct them, using people's livelihood and welfare as a tool to make money. Faced with the ridicule that "this project is a hole that cannot be filled," she chose to
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The Sword Journey of Desolate Skeletons: Stars Fall into the Rivers and Lakes
The sky cracked and stars fell, the civilization of the old world turned into scorched earth; the earth's veins were cut off and miasma arose, and the order of the rivers and lakes was shattered like rubble. Among the ruins, there are rusty mechanical puppets roaring and the remaining martial arts sects. Sword energy cannot cut through the radiation fog, and light skills cannot cross the energy restricted area. Only in the gap between the debris of technology and the inheritance of martial arts,
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Shadows in the Ruins: the Forbidden Traces of Ancient Times
In the Stone Age, Cang's flint tribe lived on the edge of the Cangmang Mountains for generations. Recently, hunting teams have often lost contact in the dusk. Those who return are either speechless and crazy, or their bodies are full of ulcers and die. In the abandoned ancient ruins on the west side of the tribe, bone whistles are heard every full moon, and the totem patterns on the rock walls quietly shift at night. Cang discovered that black moss remained in the camps of the missing people, an
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