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Escape with the Supermarket
Su Wan woke up from hunger. My stomach felt as if someone had grabbed it and twisted it, and acid water surged into my throat. She opened her eyes and saw a gray sky with fine snowflakes floating in it. Cold, biting cold, coming out from the cracks in the bones. She was lying on the dirt floor. Her clothes were made of burlap, which was hard and tied, and she was wearing a cotton-padded jacket with patches on top of each other. The cotton wool came out of the holes and turned black and stiff. Th
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Qing Deng Inkstone
The fingertips were slightly numb, but he only frowned, and the pen tip fell steadily on the yellow hemp paper. He continued to write the next sentence of "worry before the world's worries." When the ink faded, he raised his hand and rubbed his sore wrist. The candlelight danced, making his shadow longer and longer, reflecting on the books piled half as high as a person behind him. Even the coarse cotton robe with two patches on his body was stained with the fragrance of ink.
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The Blue Lamp and Inkstone Are Cold, the Imperial Examination Is the Way to Go
He had a splitting headache, like countless fine needles stirring repeatedly in his temples, and like the dull pain after a three-day hangover. Even the noise in his ears became vague and distant, as if separated by a thick layer of cotton wool. Lin Fu struggled to open his heavy eyelids, but what he saw was a hazy blue-gray. There was a faint and strange smell mixed with the smell of ink, old books and some herbs lingering on the tip of his nose. It was completely different from the smell of co
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Undercurrent Qingyun Lu
Lin Zhiyuan raised his hand and glanced at his watch - six forty-five. One hour and fifteen minutes earlier than the scheduled start time. He took a deep breath, buttoned the top button of his dark blue jacket, and pushed open the heavy glass door.
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I Kill Demons in a Mental Hospital
Chen Wan sat on the hard bed and stared at the ceiling. Mildew spreads across the white ash coating. Chen Wan's eyes focused on the largest mold spot. That's not water damage. A dozen black beetles the size of fingernails were crowded together, their compound eyes flashing with a faint blue light, and their jointed limbs rubbed against each other, making a soft rustling sound. This is the world as seen by the "eyes of truth". The sound of rubber soles scraping against the terrazzo floor came fro
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