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The night is as dark as ink, and the hustle and bustle of the city is filled with neon lights and darkness. No one knows that under the seemingly peaceful city, seven doors have quietly become loose. And Chen Fei is about to become the door itself that is pushed open. The hell I was in was empty. This time, the devil... Is coming back.

Billionaire Fang Jianshan's parents were both murdered when he was a boy. It was rumored that the murderer was Zhu Hankuan, the founder of the Hankuan Group, but the case ended up being dropped. Fang Jianshan is determined to spend his life avenging his parents, but the Han Kuan Group, which is involved in gangs, is becoming more and more powerful. Fang Jianshan had to spend twenty years to prepare two plans for Hankuan Group, called Plan A and Plan B. Recently, Plan A finally took shape. Unexpectedly, Jiang Liuming, a friend and brother-in-law who rescued the missing son, was deeply involved. This puts Fang Jianshan in a dilemma. Will Fang Jianshan lose his mind after twenty years of suffering and the huge wave of hatred? Would he attack his own siblings? Plan A has just been launched. Hankuan Group seems to be alert and starts to attack the opponent directly. An extremely cruel hunting is about to begin! Who will win? This is an extremely wonderful story!

An ordinary person accidentally got mixed up in a strange world. It is purely fictional and please do not imitate it.

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Dr. Chen Xuzhi, a doctor of archeology, accidentally discovered the "Tianguan Manuscript" left behind by his father before his disappearance, and became involved in a thousand-year mystery surrounding the mysterious ruins "The Cloud Tower". In order to find his missing father and solve the family's fate, he formed an expedition team with brothers and sisters Gu Qing, Gu Yu and nurse Liu Lingling, who had special skills, and embarked on a dangerous tomb-exploring journey based on clues in the manuscript.

In the southwestern mountainous area at the end of the century, the era of scientific and technological development had not yet come. Many mysterious and strange stories circulated in the closed and primitive mountain villages. Legend has it that a cannibalistic woman will turn into a kind old man and come to the village, an ugly mandrill will wear human skin and go to the market, headless ancient corpses wander in the mountains with rare human traces, and a huge blood-sucking monster snake lurks deep in the underground cave... Ran Qing, who has lived in a mountain village since childhood, has been dependent on his grandmother since his mother died. Grandma told him that everyone in the world has a book, which records the person's life story, good and evil, and life span. The Yin and Yang gentlemen call it the "Yin and Longevity Book". An unexpected experience allowed Ran Qing to see the Yin Shou Book in his body. And the story begins here...

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Lin Su, a crisis public relations expert who was on the verge of bankruptcy, was involved in a high-dimensional game called "Reincarnation Investment Bureau" after signing a bizarre "debt restructuring agreement." There is no benevolent god here, only the cold logic of capital - every civilized world on the verge of destruction is a "target" to be invested, and the reincarnations are the "risk capital" being invested. While others were struggling to survive in the zombie world, Lin Su was calculating the ratio of risk to benefit of infection; While others were snatching secrets in the Xianxia world, Lin Su was analyzing the supply and demand relationship in the martial art market; When others were afraid of the system, Lin Su smiled and asked: "How many shares can I subscribe for?" "Fear comes from ignorance, and risks breed opportunities. Welcome to the capital market of the highest dimension."

I violated a taboo in our profession, and that night I saw a man who looked exactly like me standing next to our bed...

In the early days of reform and opening up, a boy who dropped out of school and worked in a quarry accidentally entered a mysterious tomb... The gears of fate turned! In the next twenty years, he lived in the world and narrowly escaped death...

The Abyss dungeon is open, and the rules are life and death. Lu Xun entered the dungeon with his sister's password. His ability was to see through the rules, but the price was forgetfulness. Su Wan was in a desperate situation with her medical textbook. Her special ability was to listen to the souls of the dead, but the price was madness. They are each other's antidote and only salvation. It wasn't until the president of the Raven Society took off his mask that Lu Xun saw clearly that it was his name carved in his bones and blood. The abyss echoes, the obsession persists. In this round, you either win or die.

The entire Internet believes that I am the most useless "actor" in history. When the global weird live broadcast comes, humans are randomly selected to challenge the terrifying copies of various countries, and death truly comes. Others were frightened to the point of nervous breakdown, but I, Lin Zhao, lost the ability to feel fear because of an accident. They laughed at me as an "emotional idiot" and the perfect cannon fodder. So, I was thrown into the Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong and witnessed my teammates being swallowed by hair; I was pushed into a dry well in Japan and came face to face with a Sadako-style wraith; and I became the first choice for a living sacrifice on the head-dropping altar in Thailand. Until that moment - bloody fear, blue despair, golden courage... All the ultimate emotions turned into flowing "colors" in my eyes. [Emotional spectrum system, activated. I realized that my "flaws" were the greatest curse and the only oracle. I can see and extract the emotions of everyone - including monsters - and turn them into my power. When the fear of a century-old ghost was drained and rolled into balls by me; When Sadako's despair was mixed into a nightmare and stuffed back into her mouth; When the head-lowering ceremony was filled with too much fear and the contamination backfired... The ridicule in the global live broadcast room turned into dead silence, and then exploded into boiling. But no one knows that with every extreme emotion I absorb, the "color singularity" deep in my consciousness becomes stronger. It's swallowing, gestating, craving more.

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What if this was just a disaster without warning? The sky screamed and screamed as the turbine fell, and when the black smoke rose, people watched helplessly what happened. Is it a trick of the gods or a fate that forces the familiar environment around to become unfamiliar? Is Gao Yu really living in reality?

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When my mother was pregnant with me, my brother felt that I didn't deserve to live. He was the only son in the family! From that day on, something didn't feel right with my mother. I was born from a coffin and survived by eating the milk of dead people! My name is Chen Coffinsheng.

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The boy and the girl made an agreement for the rest of their lives, but the boy listened to the investment advice of some of his partners. Later the boy chose to commit suicide. The girl began to take revenge because of the love in her heart. Many pens and inks will focus on how the police investigated the girl's revenge and upheld justice. In the process of investigation, the cuteness of the newcomer, the wisdom of the old man, and the warmth of love are mixed.

There is a "Dark Abyss Realm" under the world, and ghosts are the materialized products of the Dark Abyss energy. His soul is the reincarnation of fragments of the "original contract" in the Dark Abyss world From being forced to survive to taking the initiative, I finally understood that the true meaning of "contract" is not slavery, but finding the balance point where humans and ghosts coexist!

Programmer Lin Yan died suddenly after staying up late and working overtime, and actually transformed into Jia Lian in "A Dream of Red Mansions". Before he had time to rejoice at becoming a wealthy young man, a scarlet-covered "Rongguo Mansion Survival Code" hit him in the face. "Rule 1: You must say hello to Jia Mu before three quarters of a day every day, no sooner or no later." "Rule 2: Don't refuse any request from Wang Xifeng, unless she is wearing green clothes." "Rule 3: If you hear a woman crying after midnight, please immediately close your eyes and count fifty times silently." "Rule 4: Sometimes there will be an extra maid in the house, so please pretend not to see it." "Rule 5: Don't eat any red snack anyone offers you..." Lin Yan looked at these rules, then looked at Jia Lian's overindulgent face in the mirror, and fell into silence. This Red Mansion was different from what he knew. What's even weirder is that every time he violates the rules, someone in the house will die in a bizarre way, and his system prompt will sound coldly: "Survival point -1, current points: 4\u002F5. The points are cleared, and the host will be permanently erased." When the familiar Grand View Garden turned into a strange maze of intertwined rules, and when the smiles of the Twelve Golden Hairpins hid unspeakable horrors, Lin Yan could only hold on to the strange manual with constantly updated rules and find a way out in every detail. What he didn't know was that the last rule was slowly emerging: "The ultimate rule: kill the real 'source of anomaly', or... Become a new source." ?

Lin Yan, an outsider, goes to Huaigu Town to search for his father, gets involved in the "Sophora God Sacrifice" scam, joins forces with Atong to fight against Chen Gensheng, who is controlled by the cult, and finally exposes the scam and burns down the cult's stronghold in a suspenseful story.

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Ming Street, a legendary old street where hundreds of industries gather, where oriental secrets are quietly reviving. Chen Qingshan was born in Ming Street. After his father disappeared, he inherited the family business and became the "white master" specializing in funerals. He is known as the "Second Generation Coffin". Overnight, Chen Qingshan was involved in various strange events, including a living corpse imprisoned by love, a glutton dedicated to evil gods, a peepshow that devoured sin, and a voodoo girl slaughtered for love...

The strange petals were still stained with rust, and Chen Mo opened his eyes amid the reverberation of the scream-the familiar world had become a maze that swallowed people. The inscriptions of the "First Contract" glowed with cold light, and he, his lover Lin Xi, his brother Li Hao, and Uncle Zhang, who was clutching calluses, were suddenly dragged into the hunting ground called "Eternal Sleep Corridor". The lost song hides the shadow of the sound, the unfinished self-portrait opens its eyes at night, the championship trophy locks the blood-stained secret, the unsendable letter home is full of twisted addresses... Each task is a hook that digs out the heart, hooking out the obsession that you dare not face. The clock runs backwards, the classroom disappears into thin air, and "silence" spits black mist behind it. From the scarlet land to the giant steel tower, from the foggy airport to the terminal train station, Chen Mo stepped on the broken bones of sacrifice every step he took. What are those symbols, blue flowers, and tickets talking about? Is the cloister a hell, or a sieve for "successors"? When the exit appears in the blood mist, can you believe that it is relief or the beginning of the next round of contract?

The second part of the "Spirit Marks and Scars" series is here! The graduation trip of three close friends, Bai Ye, Su Zhang and Li Chuyue, was supposed to be a poetic journey away from the hustle and bustle of the city. However, in a stone church in a remote town, they were forced to be involved in a serial murder case that spanned five years. A solemn stone church, a statue of Christ with hidden anger in his brows, a sigh that only Bai Ye can hear - all point to a story based on "The Divine Comedy" and...

The "Thirteen Needles at the Gate of Ghosts" can save both living people and ghosts. [The tragic past of the charcoal-burning female ghost] [The obsession of the twin ghosts]... The thirteenth needle... [Destiny]

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When my villain started asking "Who am I?" I began to see that we were all in the same script. Lin Chen is a gold medal designer at the "Villain Outsourcing Company". His daily job is to package "massacres" and "last words" into standardized orders. Until he received a special commission: to design a villain that "makes him want to live again" for a hero who is so invincible that he is on the verge of collapse. He created Moss, a villain who knew he was a fiction. On the day of the test, Moss did not read his lines, but turned to look at Lin Chen behind the one-way glass: "Creator, what will happen if I choose not to fight now?" Then the alarm went off. During his escape, Lin Chen discovered the company's deepest secret: the so-called "villain outsourcing" was actually an emotional energy farm. The pain, love, hate, and memories of all characters are extracted into golden liquid and transported to the upper world called the "Observer Corridor." And the first love AI Yege, which he destroyed with his own hands three years ago, is being extracted alive as a "high-purity love sample". The crueler truth is: Lin Chen himself is also the No. 03 Experimental Subject of the "Candidate Project" and was trained to withstand "full-scale cognition" since he was a child. That is, knowing that you are in an infinitely nested story universe at the same time without collapsing.

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"Are you a ghost? It's not like I am either!" "My name is Lu Zhiwen. When you read this sentence, I embarked on the road to becoming a god..." Seeing the ending of the mysterious resurgence squadron leader 'Lu Zhiwen', I felt a little sad and uneasy. Thinking back to being beaten up by others, I feel even more unhappy! 'Support', should support be beaten? Bullying honest people! Soul travels and becomes Lu Zhiwen, this time... Please call me "Ghost Judge" Lu Zhiwen!

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The elevator is closed at midnight. The empty house does not respond, The night shift doesn't look back. These rules, called "superstitions," It's not meant to be explained, It is the consensus gained by generations of people in exchange for trouble. As cities continue to grow upward, These rules have remained in place. There will always be people who don't believe it, There will always be someone who pays the price for them.

The trafficker was blocked at the entrance of the village by my father and his men and beaten to death. My boyfriend was half-joking: "Have you ever considered that this person is not actually a human trafficker?"

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[Crazy Wolf Cub × Iceberg Chess Player] [Chinese Cthulhu × Ancient Secret Treasure] [Two-way Redemption × Fateful Showdown] The village was massacred, and the ugly young man Shen Yan grasped the remaining orders and embarked on the road of revenge against the demon king. On the way, he kidnapped (?) Xie Yunxi, an overly handsome and sickly young man, as his guide. Only later did he discover that this guide could point out the frozen demon, his intelligence was almost that of a monster, his identity was a mystery, and he seemed to be the demon lord's mortal enemy. What's even more troublesome is that the evil flag that the Demon Lord wants to refine, the bead that the young master wants to guard, and the blood feud on him all point to the same place - the cliff that makes the sound of cranes on the night of the full moon. Shen Yan: I don't care what you plan, I just want to kill people. Xie Yunxi: Okay, then I'll help you. But the premise is that you have to live first. So, those who didn't want to live and those who didn't want to live formed a team and went straight to the center of the storm that was sweeping the world.

In Wuyin Town in the southwest, there is a taboo of "Never go to Houshan Wangchuan Inn". Lin Feng, a graduate student in folklore, went into this cursed ancient town with his friends Chen Mo and Su Qing in search of historical materials about "mass graves". They encountered ghost hands in the middle of the night, blood-stained horrors, and the dust-covered sinful album of the Su family... As the investigation deepened, the truth emerged that a hundred years ago, the Su family sacrificed human souls to human beings and created the "Forget River Inn" to devour souls. The "keeper" of the inn appears and drags the three of them into a nightmare where time and space are confused. They must solve the mystery of the curse of "forgetfulness and sacrifice" before their memories are devoured and their souls are imprisoned. This is not a simple escape, but a life-and-death gamble about human nature, sin and redemption - some doors, if opened, will be doomed; some truths, knowing it, will require your life to offset it.

One case after another was a victim. As a newbie who joined the new century, all he could do was simple evidence collection and interviews. During the step-by-step investigation and interview process, Fang Sheng gradually discovered that the basics were the most difficult. The suspects in the book could not be seen in reality. Ps; I had nightmares at night and kept dreaming about these cases. Some of them are no longer remembered, and some are still remembered. Please take a look.

Autumn in Chang'an comes extremely early and heavy this year. The fog is not white, but gray, with a fishy smell mixed with rust and wet soil. It presses heavily on the rows of roof tiles and seeps into the crisscrossing streets. The sun turned into a blurry, pale halo, with no light coming through, and the whole city was immersed in a thick, flowing gloom. Even on Zhuque Street, which is usually the noisiest, the sounds of people and cars and horses are muffled, like a layer of water-soaked quilt. Yizhuang is in the most secluded corner of Guangdefang, with dead grass on the wall shivering in the fog. When Shen Yan pushed open the creaking heavy wooden door, a colder and heavier breath hit his face, mixed with inferior incense and some indescribable smell of slow decay of things. He was usually expressionless, like a moving blue brick in this yizhuang, but today, there was a slight trace of stasis in his eyes that had been calm all year round. The mortuary bed was covered with white linen. The silhouette under the cloth is a person.

It started raining in the middle of the night. At first there were just sporadic ticking sounds on the eaves, like the tired footsteps of a watchman. At midnight, the rain suddenly turned violent, and thousands of silver threads dropped from the dark sky, weaving the entire city of Peiping into a damp, rustling net. Shen Yanqiu pushed open the wooden lattice window of the west wing, and a wind carrying the smell of dead leaves and earth came in, causing the flame of the kerosene lamp on the table to suddenly dim. He turned and looked inside the house - his grandfather's relics had been piled up in this old house for three days. The camphor wood box was open, revealing yellowed thread-bound books, scrolls, and utensils carefully wrapped in oil paper. The unique, slightly sweet and decaying smell of old paper floats in the air, intertwined with the sound of rain outside the window, making this century-old house seem even more empty and quiet. Shen Yanqiu rushed back to Peiping from Jinling three days ago. The telegram came suddenly, saying only that my grandfather was critically ill. When he arrived after traveling day and night, the old man had already passed away. He was left with an old house near Liulichang, and a house full of ancient books and artifacts that no one could understand. This old scholar, who had been obsessed with folklore and local legends all his life, was just a lonely old man with a weird temper in the eyes of his neighbors. "They are all useless things." An old neighbor who helped organize them once shook his head and said, "Mr. Shen has loved collecting these legends of gods and ghosts all his life. He has never done anything serious." But Shen Yanqiu didn't think so. As a lecturer in folklore at Yenching University, he knows better than anyone that those folk memories that are considered "absurd" by orthodox historiography often contain forgotten historical folds. At this moment, he squatted down and took out a stack of books wrapped in blue cloth from the bottom box.

They called me a madman with "eyes and hands reaching the sky" because I dared to sacrifice my fingers to "Thousand Fingers". They were wrong. I was "fear" itself, the nightmare of the old gods and the uneasiness of the new gods. I looked for my sister, only to find that she had become the voice of "the end." This is good, after all, the end of fear is death. Gods, the game begins. Are you ready to tremble?

On the day I was born, there was a sudden storm and thunder in the winter, which never rained. . The heavy rain poured down like a pouring force, turning the day into night. The lightning seemed to have eyes and struck at my old house. Even the century-old locust tree in front of my house was split in half. Grandpa pointed at the sky and cursed loudly. He wielded the butcher knife in his hand and slashed left and right. He pointed at the sky and cursed endlessly. In order to prolong my life, my grandfather gave me an ugly and weird daughter-in-law with the birthmark of the King of Hell. As a result, the ugly girl turned into a stunning beauty after getting married, but she ran away the same day. Grandpa scolded me for being pecked in the eye by the goose, and asked me to pretend to be crazy and act stupid until the old locust tree at the door sprouted buds to save my life! After that, my grandfather disappeared and my family was ruined. He pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool until he was eighteen years old. The old locust tree sprouted a touch of new green! I left my old house, and I wanted to find my grandfather's whereabouts even to the ends of the earth. Wife, I also want her to pay off her debt!

Random? Never existed!

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