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Mysterious Black Cat
The leaden sky was low. Ba Yuncang squatted on the top of the rusty water supply tower, chewing half a piece of dry and hard meat in his mouth, his eyes scraping across the winding road below like a knife. The wind picked up the gravel and hit it on the rusty iron sheet, making a rustling sound. Coming. Three modified pickup trucks were welded with rough steel plates and mounted with old heavy machine guns. In the cargo compartment of the middle car, there was a square thing covered with oilclot
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The Book of Life and Death of the Bright Agent
Gong Shuoxu squatted in the drafty wing, twirling the wick with his fingers. Half an inch shorter. He clicked his tongue and blew out the lamp. The moonlight filtered in through the broken window lattice, shining right on the pile of odds and ends on the table - all left by his short-lived father. "It's just stuff that takes up space." He muttered and started rummaging through. A chipped pottery bowl is worth less than three cents. A bald brush would be too smokey to burn as firewood. Half a dry
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The Scheming Master
Cold. Xiahou Hanzhi jumped up and sat up from the hard wooden board. The back of his head hit the broken flag behind him, which was "straight cut with an iron mouth", and there was a bang. He was stunned for two seconds. In front of me is a rickety fortune-telling stall, a greasy rag shed leaking from the wind. In his hand, he held a cold-touch thread-bound book with three faded ink characters on the cover - Yin Yang Book. Fragments of memory suddenly entered my mind. "The World"... Closed beta.
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I Wrote a Memorial to the First Emperor, Summoning Modern Black Technology
The bamboo slips pressed against my chest. This is not a metaphor, there are really seven or eight bamboo slips, which were tied together with hemp rope and pressed firmly against the sternum. I struggled to get up, but the back of my head hit something hard, and there was another squelching sound. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the room was full of bamboo slips. There were piles on the ground, leaning against the wall, and several bundles hanging above their heads, dangling like dried bacon.
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