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When the anesthesia needle penetrated the spine, I discovered that the so-called "resurrection plan" was a sophisticated murder. My husband's consciousness eats away at my brain, and my five-year-old daughter turns out to be a virtual shadow simulated by the code. As a professor of neurosurgery, my mother-in-law spent twenty years refining women into containers of consciousness. The teddy bear is loaded with maternal love program, and the 60% brain threshold becomes the final ethical graveyard. When the ice blue interface grew out of my spine, I finally saw the truth of this technological sacrifice: we are just compiled electrons, gestating the end of human civilization in the womb of 1s and 0s.

"In thirty years of delivering babies, this is the first time I see white thorns all over the baby's body." The doctor shouted in horror. The smell of blood mixed with incense ashes filled the nose. I lifted up the red cloth used to protect the immortals of the Wu family, and the blood and tears seeping from the corners of the clay statue's eyes were dripping on the offering fruit. --Seven years ago, they used Bai Xian to renew the incense, but turned away and put their benefactor on the fire. At this moment, the window lattice suddenly exploded, and Zhang Er poked his head in with three festering grimaces, his centipede-shaped mouth grinning from ear to ear: "It's your turn to taste the next one..."

My man cannot see. But everyone says my life is good. Just because he is a handsome man who is famous far and wide. He gave me pebbles and I raised Venus flytraps for him. He turned his back to me and said shakily that he had had a horrible dream. I patted his back, looked at his ferocious and twisted face in the mirror, and said to him gently: "You just can't water the Venus flytrap more!"

After staying up late for 30 consecutive days, I saw "me" eating late-night snacks on my sofa. Perfectly replicated acne marks, the same old sweatshirt, my favorite shrimp dumplings... When "he" asked "Back?" With a cat-and-mouse banter, I realized the terrifying truth of the "Mobius Project" - it was not a technical failure, but a success. The replacement has already begun. How do I kill my other self?

My family owns a paper shop, specializing in the business of dead people. I was scolded for this in my childhood, and I tried my best to escape from this "haunted house". Until that night, I was looking after my grandma's store, and I saw a shadowless old lady coming to pick up goods; I was addicted to online games, and a netizen who died suddenly invited me to "play together" on the screen; I even witnessed my aunt forcibly keeping the soul of her dead because of the pain of losing her daughter... I encountered ghosts one after another, and was forced to face the yin and yang. When my grandma handed me the "soul-suppressing gourd" pressed at the bottom of the box, I understood: paper-tying is not to fool the dead, but to guard the boundary between yin and yang. The most terrifying thing is never the evil ghost, but the obsession and darkness that cannot be resolved in the heart of a living person. This time, I chose to stay and continue Yaoji Paper Shop.

"10% down payment, freehold property." When I first saw the green leaflet, I thought it was salvation. It wasn't until late at night when I saw the steel needle piercing my wife's spine to extract life, and the circuit board exposed under the lawn, that I realized that there is no "happy community" here, there are only people numbered 30 in the petri dish waiting to suck our flesh and blood. And the always-smiling Aunt Wang in the sales office is watching behind the monitor screen: a lie called "home".

An ancestral wonton burden, a secret contract of life and death between the two worlds. Grandpa said that this bowl of 'soul swallowing' can only transport the souls of the dead, not the living. Until that night, I watched him serve a bowl of hot wontons to a 'non-existent' diner on a foggy street corner...

When I was eighteen years old, I used Luban Shu to save my biological niece, but the price was the sudden death of my biological mother. The master said: "Saving one person is worth one life. This is the way of heaven." I didn't believe in evil, so I went to the underworld to ask my mother, but my last words were forcibly interrupted by the master. When the old Manchukuo affair and the secret of killing his master and his father were revealed by the remnant soul, his master turned into a demon with rapidly growing tumors. I used the power of my blood to slay the demon, but the evil knife "Ghost and God Carving" swallowed its soul. In the pool of blood, I held the carving knife, and it was looking at me greedily - this time, whose turn is it?

Outside the window, the blood moon looked like pickled duck egg yolks, hanging precariously on the branches of the elm branches. In the room, the sound of the third grandma's heavy breathing was like a worn-out old bellows.

When the cicada pattern of the Western Zhou Dynasty Bronze Lord pierced my fingertips, and the bulletproof glass was instantly covered with gluttonous patina - I saw my own death three days later, torn apart by time and space. A scarlet warning exploded: "Nine turns of a mayfly, eternity in an instant." I am the last ephemeral monk, and my mother's determination to disembowel me and throw me into the chaos is engraved in my blood. The "clinic" of higher civilization is incinerating and recasting human civilization, and its bronze roots are piercing into the core of the star. With the Yue Wang Sword in hand, I used the nine-generation cicada as my salary to slash at the cold giant that controlled time. Live and die? This moment of youth is enough to ignite an eternal spark.