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Maoshan Taoist Priests Will Rob Graves
On a rainy night in Xiaoyang Village, my soul was eaten by a century-old ghost. >Ling Yunzi broke in through the window, and after nailing the old ghost to death with his copper coin sword, he stared at the cinnabar mark between my eyebrows and smiled. >"Innate spirit body? Follow me back to Maoshan." >For ten years, I studied and played games during the day, and hunted and slain demons with him at night. >He always said that robbing tombs would damage one's moral character, but he didn't know t
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Break Off an Engagement? I Took Out the Mythical Beast Cub with My Backhand
Break off an engagement? I took out the mythical beast cub with my backhand Ye Chen stood in the rain holding a shabby marriage certificate and was publicly humiliated by his fiancée. "This waste is not good enough for me, Nalanqing. This marriage must be canceled!" The memory of his past life suddenly awakened, and he was actually the fallen supreme being in the fairy world. The Taichu divine body inside the body was activated, and the fur ball divine beast cub emerged from the ring. Nalan Qing
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Urban Tianshi Xing
Lin Mo, the last descendant of Maoshan, was ordered by his master to go down the mountain and join the world. For twenty-two years, he lived in seclusion in the mountains, practicing the Taoism of the Heavenly Master, and refining the body of Nine Suns. Master left only one sentence before his death: "Don't meddle in other people's business." However, the night in the city is never peaceful - the female ghost in red in Bishui Bay, the evil spirit deep in the campus, the thousand-year-old corpse
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I Am a Prisoner in Dajing
On the first day after Shen Zhui was demoted to the ninth rank, a murder occurred in the capital. The deceased was a member of the Ministry of Etiquette. His body was strangely kneeling in the study, but his head was placed squarely on the desk. Faced with the order from his boss to "close the case quickly," Shen Zhui squatted in a pool of blood and studied: "The angle of the blood droplets splashing is wrong." He took out a glass lens and looked at the blurry bloody fingerprints on the book: "T
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