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Books by Zhe Yan
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Ming Dynasty: Emperor Shizong 大明明世宗
[From the start + Ming Dynasty + historical fanfiction + wild imagination + no transmigration] What were the regrets of the Ming Dynasty, which lasted 276 years? Was it the Hongwu Emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang, who lost his father and mother in his youth, his wife and grandson in middle age, and his son in his later years? Was it the death of Zhu Biao, history’s widely acclaimed strongest crown prince? Or the early death of Zhu Xiongying, the emperor’s eldest legitimate grandson? What if Zhu Xiongying
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The Bone Bell's Cursed Pact: A Republic-Era Chronicle of Solving Crimes Amid Lingering Shadows 骨铃诡契之民国残影缉凶录
An unsolved murder from the Republic era becomes a bone bell that claims lives, and a century-old pact binds bloodstained shadows once more. When forensic consultant Shen Zhaozhao touches key evidence from a series of murders, her psychic abilities spiral out of control. The white bone bells clutched in the hands of three corpses let her glimpse an unsolved massacre from 1937: a bride in a floral dress is gunned down, and a pair of entwined lotus flowers is engraved on the bloodstained grip of a
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The Treasure I Picked Up Is Everyone’s Darling 捡来的宝贝是团宠
Mao Guoguo’s greatest moment came on her 30th consecutive day of overtime, when a bowl of braised beef noodles “summoned” another world! Just before she passed out from hunger, she’d muttered, “I, your humble believer, will eat vegetarian for three years in exchange for a paradise where I don’t have to work…” The instant soup splashed onto her keyboard, she really did cross over. Unfortunately, she landed in a frozen wasteland crawling with zombies, a hellish Apocalypse! Even more terrifying, th
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Funeral Home Designated Driver: The Underworld's Rules Have Gone Mad 殡仪馆代驾：阴市规则杀疯了
I took a late-night funeral-home driving job at three in the morning to make rent. The passenger climbed in wearing a burial shroud, with a deathly pale face and no breath. Blood-red rules suddenly rang out in my mind: [Rule One: Do not look directly at the passenger’s face. Look, and you die!] [Rule Two: Do not ask for directions in the Yin Market. Those who ask will lose their tongues!] I thought I’d merely encountered a ghost, until I discovered The driving app I was using wasn’t made for the
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