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Books by Winter of Year Zero4
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Never Look Back at Midnight 夜半千万莫回头
My name is Tie Shan. I’m just an ordinary young man, born and raised in Heishuigou. My grandfather, Zhang Laogen, died in a bizarre way: in the middle of the night, he was grinding his own leg bones, and somehow he’d grown a black, hairy monster leg. As he drew his last breath, he glared at me and shouted, “Whatever you do, don’t look back at midnight!” Those words dragged me straight into a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. A corpse in the river wearing a red wedding dress, my grandfather’s nam
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The Hard Life of a Sent-Down Youth Tricked into Marrying a Bully 知青年被骗嫁恶霸的苦难人生
I was eighteen that year, dreaming of going to university, when a trafficker slapped me into the mountains. “Three thousand yuan, and you're the Zhao family's bought bride,” the tyrant Zhao Dashan said, gripping my throat. Every day, my mother-in-law, Wang Jinfeng, squatted on the doorstep cracking sunflower seeds. “Bought goods. If you can't give birth to a son, we'll throw you in the mountains to feed the wolves.” I tried to escape. They dragged me back and broke two of my ribs. Then I gave bi
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Back to the 1970s: The Fiery Mother-in-Law’s Comeback! 重回七零：辣婆婆的逆袭人生！
An old woman driven to her death by her children is reborn on the day the family property is divided. In her previous life, she gave up the old family home out of kindness and died alone in a nursing home in her later years. This time, she slams her hand on the table and declares: “The house is mine, the money is mine. As for supporting me in my old age? We’ll see how I feel.” Her unfilial children expect her to bow her head and accept her fate, but instead, they watch her set up her first littl
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Horror House Sleep Tester 惊悚凶宅试睡员
I was hired for a huge sum to test-sleep in an abandoned mansion. The contract required me to record anything unusual each night and forbade me from leaving before the job was done. On the first night, I saw a figure in the mirror who wasn’t there. On the second night, I heard fingernails scraping against concrete from below ground. On the third day, I found the diary of the previous test sleeper. On the last page, someone had written in blood: “Don’t trust the owner. He’s looking for a replacem
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