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Taoist Zhang Xuan's Overtime Work at the Police Station
Zhang Xuan, a graduate of Modern Taoist College, was assigned to the police station as a supernatural consultant. Because of his low spiritual power, he is at the bottom of the Taoist Association's rating and can only deal with trivial supernatural incidents. Until one day when he took on a "haunted old house case", he discovered that his teammates each had their own secrets - the forensic doctor could channel spirits, the trace expert had a gold-touching school captain's ancestor, and the old d
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Suppressing Evil Division: My Mission Is Tricky
On the twelfth step of the convenience store staircase, an extra step appeared out of thin air. My name is Gu Yuan. That night I reached out and touched the cold cement steps, and my fingertips turned gray from then on. The next day, a woman named Shen Hanzhi came to me and said that she was the anti-evil envoy of the Jiuzhou Anti-Evil Division. She threw me a file - my parents' car accident three years ago happened at the same minute as an S-class incident she handled. "Your parents died probab
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Master Dao, I Specialize in Debt Repayment and Don't Talk About Relationships.
Modern cities are prosperous on the surface, but secretly demons and monsters are rampant, the order of the underworld is broken down, and the Taoist sect is withered. The spiritual energy is thin, and there are very few true practitioners, and most of them become charlatans. · The laws of heaven are constant and cause and effect circulate. Slaying demons will contaminate "karmic debt", and improper handling will shorten your life span or lead to greater disasters. The ability of Taoist priests
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After Purifying My Inner Demons, I Became His Bright Moonlight.
When I was seven years old, my family had my legs broken and I was imprisoned in Siguo Cliff. There was a vague shadow curled up at my feet, blowing on my wound: "I'll give it to the lady." He has no name and no body, but he has been with me for eight full years. When I was fifteen years old, my family took away my spiritual power and threw me into a mass grave. On the verge of death, the shadow transformed into a human form and shattered into a thousand pieces of light before me. He died for m
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