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- On a Rainy Night, I Saw Myself Kill My Father 雨夜见我杀我父 On a Rainy Night, I Saw Myself Kill My Father —Reads—Score—14d adds
- I Broke Off the Engagement as a Son-in-Law and Took Control of the Dragon King Council 赘婿退婚，我掌控龙王会议 The crystal chandelier in the Su family home was hurting my eyes. I stood in the middle of the hall, clutching the red marriage contract so tightly that my fingertips had turned white. The room was full of Su family relatives and a few wealthy people I didn’t recognize. They all held glasses of red wine and watched me with amusement. “Shen Moyan, sign it.” Su Wan stood before me in a white dress, her makeup immaculate and the diamond necklace around her neck reflecting a dazzling light. She slap —Reads—Score—14d adds
- The Prodigal Son: Burning Opium to Make Penicillin 败家子：烧鸦片换青霉素 The firelight turned the entire courtyard as bright as day. I stood at the warehouse entrance, watching the mountain of opium crates crackle in the blaze. The acrid stench of burning filled my nostrils. Thick smoke billowed into the sky, staining half of it dark red. Several dockworkers ran out of the warehouse carrying oil barrels and shouted to me, “Young Master Shen, we've poured the last barrel too!” I nodded, my throat a little dry. The crates bore the emblem of the British East India Compa —Reads—Score—14d adds
- Apocalypse Delivery: I Win Every Time I Draw a Prize 末世外卖，送餐抽奖无敌 By the seventh day without food, I could no longer tell whether the buzzing in my head was flies or my stomach howling. Huddled behind the shelves of an abandoned supermarket, I stared at the bag of expired potato chips in front of me for ten minutes. They had passed their expiration date three months ago, and the oil had seeped through the packaging, making the chips stick together in a greasy mess. Still, I swallowed hard. The apocalypse came way too damn suddenly. Saturday, June 13. I was del —Reads—Score—14d adds
- I Can See the Truth Behind the Horror Stories 我能看到怪谈的真相 Night was as thick as undissolved ink. On the outskirts of Jiangcheng, an abandoned sanatorium that had stood empty for decades crouched silently among the overgrown hills, like a beast lurking in the darkness. The five characters spelling out “Crimson Sanatorium” on its rusted iron gates looked unnervingly sinister in the pale moonlight. Lin Ye stood before the gates, pulling his faded old coat tighter around himself. The chill of an early autumn night in Jiangcheng was already biting, but it w —Reads—Score—14d adds
