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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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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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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?

Random? Never existed!

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Never fish at night. You must be responsible for catching beautiful little corpses.

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"When carrying a coffin, you don't ask for directions. You touch the coffin and open your eyes..." On the night of the funeral for my grandfather and I, ghosts carried the coffin! And I was buried in the back mountain with my grandfather... Grandpa said, this is my life, and once some secrets are known, there is no turning back...

[Tomb Robbery + Suspense + Treasure Appraisal] From south to north, there are three religions and nine streams in the world. Over the years, I have grown from a young boy to a middle-aged man. I have been drinking a lot and am wasting my time. I have come into contact with many strange people and strange things. If you are interested, you may wish to come to the bench and listen to what you have learned.

Chen Mo, the owner of an antique shop in Luoyang, was on the verge of closing due to the poor condition of his shop, but he was approached by a mysterious woman named Lin Wanqiu. The other party brought the bronze talisman and autographed letter left by his father Chen Qingshan twenty years ago, revealing the secret of General Mangshan's tomb - his father used to search for the tomb talisman to suppress the disappearance of the corpse jade ghost in the tomb, and now the bronze talisman has become the key to opening the tomb door. With the help of their father's old friend Lao Hu, the three of them rushed to the black wind outlet of Mang Mountain with their equipment. The tomb passage is strange, the main tomb chamber has hidden mechanisms, and I even encounter a father who is controlled by a ghost light and has changed beyond recognition. Surrounded by evil ghosts and possessed by the green light of ghost lights, Chen Mo not only wants to solve the mystery of his family's fate, but also rescues his father on the verge of life and death. A Mangshan tomb visit intertwined with family love and horror begins.

After chaos comes clarity, after turmoil comes truth, and I deal with it. In the end, it is me, a Taoist priest who has practiced for many years, who brings to you all the personal experiences of himself and other Taoists, and helps you understand the true Taoism.

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Feng Xinzi's hidden identity is Mr. Yin and Yang. Roommates arrive one after another, and Feng Xinzi uses the "soul-calling" technique. Unexpectedly, the ghost of a serial murderer is accidentally attracted, and one person and one ghost start a desperate fight. In the end, Feng Xinzi subdued the Li Gui, but also attracted the black and white Wuchang and Huangquan ghost soldiers. By asking about Black and White Impermanence, Feng Xinzi learned the shocking news--

There is no rule without rules, and everything must be above the law, otherwise it is a crime. Four years ago, Wei Zhengzhi, the wife of Zhang Mingcheng, who was the deputy chief of the Ninghai City Police Department, was involved in Chi Yu and was framed to death by someone with ulterior motives...

When the thick fog in Linhai Port swallowed up the lights of the old streets, the brass gears of the clock shop stopped in the secret room - a corpse that died mysteriously and the black rose petals clutched in the palm of the hand, involved the crime team in a criminal mystery that spanned three years. This criminal investigation suspense novel is created with great effort, and is set in a port city where the old and the new are intertwined. It uses sophisticated algorithms to lay out a maze of suspense, taking you directly to the core of the crime and the abyss of human nature.

Protagonist: Lin Xuan · Identity: A time traveler who became an orphan adopted by Uncle Jiu (Lin Fengjiao) in his early years and a closed disciple. · Advantages of modern memory: It is not a simple copy of knowledge, but the ability to deconstruct metaphysics using modern thinking and scientific perspectives. For example, consider Feng Shui as "environmental energetics" and understand talismans as "spiritual energy encoding", and use this as a basis for disruptive innovation. · Core cheat: "Sky Lantern System". You can recharge the "sky lantern" by exorcising evil spirits, breaking evil spirits, and accumulating merit. When the sky lantern is lit, it can briefly connect the power and knowledge of Uncle Jiu and his fellow sects (Simu, Qianhe, Mamadi, etc.), Realizing the explosion of "the power of one sect, gathered in one body". This not only explains the protagonist's growth rate, but also makes the unity of the Jiu Shu family the strongest trump card.

The world is shrouded in fog and strange and chaotic. In this world, human life is as worthless as grass. But life can be lived magnificently. The so-called Rainy Night Murderer, Psychiatric Doctor, Strange God, and Human Race King of War are all just roles played by me, Lin Jue. "My name is Lin Jue and I am an actor. Everything in the world is in my script."

Corpse hunter. This is the job that Lu Yin took over from her grandfather, and it is also a fate that she cannot escape. She was wearing a black raincoat, with a pale chin exposed under the brim of the hat, and her eyes were colder than the rain-soaked night. Tonight's target is a young girl who has thrown herself into a river for love. It is said that it has been sinking for three days. Lu Yin's hand was very steady, and the long corpse-retrieving rod was thrust into the water, just like her extended senses, searching for that unique "weight". Lu Yin on the boat was slowly retracting the corpse fishing pole. She looked at him, and through the pouring rain, her voice was not loud, but it reached his ears clearly, with the coolness of water vapor: "If you want to die, you can." "Don't die in my work area." "Your life is in my control now." Shen Zhan sat paralyzed in the cold rain, looking at the ghostly black figure under the bridge. For the first time, he realized that what was colder than death was the look in the eyes of the man who retrieved the corpse. Lu Yin had already turned around and drove the boat towards deeper darkness. The first "body" was not found. But got a living trouble.

Welcome to the "Life Script" game live broadcast room, the current online audience: 9,000,000+. Here, everyone's life is a reality show carefully choreographed by God. Fear is the highest form of entertainment, and death is the daily guarantee of ratings. Jiang Shang, a psychiatrist whose license has been revoked, is elegant, calm and knowledgeable about human nature. When he woke up in the pink dollhouse, the first rule he faced was: "Please keep smiling, otherwise you will be smashed into pulp by building blocks." The first thing he did was use the blood of the deceased on the wall to calculate gravity coefficient anomalies. While other players were struggling in fear, Jiang Shang smiled at the "audience" everywhere in the air: "If you reward enough, I will teach you more exciting gameplay."

In this world with strict hierarchies, dust is the humblest ownerless spirit, doing the hard work of carrying debris and cleaning up leftovers day after day. The day of purification came and he was judged to be

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It is said in the world that the human heart is unfathomable, just like an abyss, never look directly into it, but the cliff will eventually end, and it is the human heart that is often dissatisfied with its extravagant desires. The seemingly peaceful Jiangzhou City has become crisis-ridden because of a case of jumping off a building. Behind the case is a greater conspiracy and interest. Shen He was ordered to face the danger and began to investigate. Unexpectedly, the culprit turned out to be someone close to him.

A strange case revealed a past event that had been buried for many years. After returning from Taoism, my master said that my Taoist heart was unstable and I could not go any further. In desperation, I had to find a way to calm down the resentment of the past and prove my Taoist heart.

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My mentor is dead, with a miniature Poké Ball mark branded on his chest. I was forced to inherit a system, and my task was to listen to the "Whispers of the Dead". While others were still catching green caterpillars, my partner was the Shadow Doll from the netherworld. The killer who is chasing me is codenamed [Mist Eclipse]. He said that people who know too much do not deserve to live. But I discovered that the death of my mentor was just the beginning. Elf Ball Mark, Undead System, Darkness of Eclipse... The world is dying, and I am the only psychic walking on the border between life and death.

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Introduction to "My Ghost Wife is the River God" I married a ghost king, and the whole village said I wouldn't live past midnight. Until that night, she stood at the head of my bed in a red wedding dress, her fingertips gently caressing my face: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you." Eighteen years ago, I fell into the water and was rescued. Eighteen years later, she followed the engagement. People in the village avoided me like a snake or a scorpion, the one-eyed old man fished by the river every night, and my third uncle always hesitated to speak. She said: "Something doesn't want me to find you." When I finally lifted her red hijab, what I saw was not a ferocious ghost- But a breathtakingly beautiful face, and the familiar tear mole in the corner of the eye. Wait, she seems to be... The girl I saw underwater when I was drowning in my childhood? But the third uncle trembled and told the truth: "She is not the one who drowned... She is the one who has been at the bottom of the river for hundreds of years!" Now, she held my hand and asked me softly: "Husband, do you want to clean up all those 'things' that prevent me from finding you?" Should I nod, or should I ask first-- Who is this person who married me? And what is the price I have to pay?

The rain in Bianliang City always falls on the night when the murder occurs. Xu Wenjie stood in the rain holding an oil-paper umbrella, watching the blood stains on the ground diluted by the rain, which was like a human heart that was covered up. He is an incompetent official, but he is the most competent detective. Su Ningwan's silver needle can detect the secrets of the corpse, Liu Zhiyi's mouth can pry out the rumors in the market, and his brain can piece together the whole truth. From the secrets of wealthy families, to the grievances in the streets and alleys, from the deception of gods and ghosts, to the conspiracy that affects the court. Every step Xu Wenjie takes is a game with the darkness of human nature. "Detecting a crime is not about looking for the murderer, it's about looking for people's hearts." How much filth is hidden under the prosperity of Bianjing? Let Xu Wenjie explain it to you.

An endless heavy rain fell on the world, and the sea level rose rapidly. Science, theology, and people tried their best to stop the heavy rain. The mountains and plains were flooded by the heavy rain, and the islands sank to the bottom of the sea. The rapids wash away all traces of human civilization. On a cargo cruise ship, that's the last place people go. On a rainy night, an uninvited guest broke into Lin Mo's home... Escape together and enter a road of survival with no return.

The fragmentary pages of the ancient book point to shocking secrets that have been running through the Shang and Zhou dynasties: the symbiosis between the meteorite energy field and the "immortality bug" in the ancient kingdom of the West Queen Mother of Qinghai created the original longevity system, but it concealed the fatal side effects of morphological alienation and mental loss; the 400-year lifespan of Chen Jun, the "vegetable basket man" during the Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, was just a "half-term longevity" combined with meteorite fragments and earth energy; and the "Search for Immortality" compiled by the ancestors of the Lu family is the key to deciphering all this. The three parties have already laid out a chess game here: although the "first-generation organization" left by senior officials of the Republic of China has gone silent, the meteorite scraps in the island's secret warehouse are still coveted; the "reorganization organization" that conducts experiments on living people in the name of a scientific expedition team , is frantically hunting down Gu Yunlei, a member of the team who has become immortal after taking a meteorite elixir; the "Eternal Life Hunters" team, controlled by foreign donors, come to China with high-tech equipment to hunt for secrets, but they frequently run into obstacles because they know nothing about Chinese ancient tomb culture. What's even more deadly is that the 1980 scientific expedition team has already been infiltrated, and fake team members wearing human skin masks are lurking among them. The mystery of true and false identities spreads from Savage Mountain to the ancient Shu sacrificial pit. From the rolling stone trap in Yeren Mountain in Yunnan to the bronze mechanism of the ancient Shu Kingdom in Sichuan, from the anti-theft quicksand in the Tanzhou Ancient Tomb to the core altar of the Queen Mother of the West in Qinghai, Lu Mo lost the gentleness of the "nerd" and grew into a decisive helmsman amidst the sacrifice of his best friends and the suspicion of his allies. He deciphers clues based on the secret words in the annotations of ancient books, uses his family connections and the tricks of a family of tomb robbers to break the situation, and has to make a choice between human nature and obsession - is immortality a gift or a curse? When the energy in the core of the meteorite is about to get out of control, this pursuit that spans thousands of years will finally end.

In order to find a chance of survival, Lin Ye and other five people entered the desperate situation of Guanshan. Poisonous snakes, traps, and avalanches followed one after another, and companions died one after another. The so-called "hope" of turning over was nothing but a lie paved with flesh and blood. When the last person stands on the edge of the cliff, this desperate journey finally becomes a journey with no one to return.

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