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  1. Folk Customs: a Dark Hall at the Beginning Mystery117k Wordscompleted Serious disciples offer beard, yellow and white willow ashes, and seek to accumulate virtue, do good deeds, and achieve positive results. As for me, Chen Jiu, I was born with the fate of being extinct. I can overcome relatives, friends, ghosts and gods. All the righteous immortals have to take a detour when they see me. In order to survive, I was forced to write down a bill written in blood on black paper. When others make offerings to immortals, they are asking gods to do things; When I offer s 1.8kReadsScore176Shelves
  2. Northeast China: My White Snake Immortal Family Is Too Protective of Its Shortcomings Mystery420k Wordscompleted In the 1990s, the Northeast experienced a wave of layoffs. Others were laid off and re-employed, but I, Chen Bafang, was laid off and re-employed directly to the underworld. As soon as his front foot was kicked out by the tractor factory, my father collapsed on the kang and was unconscious. His whole body was black, and the hospital couldn't find anything. Just when I, a man of 1.8 Meters, was forced to kowtow to Huang Pizi, a white snake beauty who claimed to be my fairy family told me in a dre 694Reads7.0ScoreShelves
  3. When Fishing for Corpses in the Yellow River, What I Fished for Was the Mysterious God from the Bottom of the River. Mystery190k Wordscompleted [Folklore suspense + underwater adventure + no system + traditional skills] "The Yellow River has ninety-nine bends, and there are murderous coffins buried in every bend." The world only knows that the Yellow River is the mother river, but they don't know that the bottom of the river is the largest cemetery in the world. I am the last person to fish for corpses on the Yellow River. On the day he entered the industry, Master established three iron rules: 1. Do not leave the boat during thunders 354ReadsScoreShelves
  4. I Am Writing a Diary in Jiejiao, and the Saint Begged Me Not to Stop Updating It. Eastern Fantasy172k Wordscompleted Lu Chuan traveled through the wilderness and became a jiaotong boy. Knowing that the sect would be destroyed in the Great Catastrophe of Conferring Gods, he decided to keep a low profile, write a diary every day, and run away after saving enough money. "Today is another uneventful day. That Tiehanhan guy from Tongtian must not know that Long-eared Dingguang Immortal is the 25th son." "Hey, poor Senior Sister Yunxiao will be forced to eat dirt under Qilin Cliff from now on." "The old Yinbi from C 307ReadsScoreShelves
  5. Weird Folk Custom: I Rely on Paper Crafts to Pass Through Yin and Yang Mystery136k Wordsongoing The woman in red who knocks on the door in the middle of the night, don't open the door. Don't kick the broken bowl at the crossroads. My name is Chen Jiu, a papermaker from Jiuqu Street. Others tie paper to fool the living, I tie paper to fool the dead. Miss Bai gave me one million and asked me to save her grandfather. I looked at the thing lying on her shoulder behind her, drooling at me, and smashed the cigarette butt on the ground. "You have to pay more." The rules are made by the dead, but 11ReadsScoreShelves