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Time Blank
The air conditioning from the funeral home penetrated into the bones. When Hong Zhoumo opened his eyes, he was lying on the cart in the morgue. The stainless steel countertop hurt his back, and the pale light overhead made him squint his eyes. "What's going on?" He pushed himself up, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. Three corpses covered with white cloth were placed side by side, and the disinfectant water in the air was mixed with some indescribable sweet smell. Memories come flooding ba
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Rebirth of the Recycling Immortal Lord
Hang Zhenyu opened his eyes and found himself lying on a hard bed. The ceiling was made of blackened wooden beams, and there was a musty smell in the air. He sat up suddenly, feeling a tightness in his chest - no, this body was wrong. He lowered his head and saw a pair of slender, pale hands with mud between the nails. Further down, there is a floral shirt that has been washed white and is heavy on the chest.
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Madhouse Antiques Can Talk
Pu Muchen slapped the crumpled lawyer's letter on the steering wheel. "Fuck." He stared at the dark green mountain shadow at the end of the navigation. I have been out of the army for three years. I have delivered food and worked as a security guard. My last job at a construction site also ended last month. Now, a piece of paper told him that a distant uncle who was beyond his reach had died and left him a "property". "Property in the deep mountains and old forests." He sneered, put the car into
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