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The world is so big, full of wonders, and the fears in our hearts all come from the unknown... The unitized horror novel takes you to experience the midnight evil, the three-eyed black cat, the evil Buddha, the snake shadow, the nineteen-story ladder... What is thrilling is the interpretation of human nature, and what is explored is the human heart.

This season is the final chapter of the "Bronze Flute" series. After Kunlun was sealed, Apocalypse declared war, and Lin Mo and others rushed to the East China Sea to find Guixu. Find the third flute. The ancient city under the sea is full of institutions. Chen has exposed the thousand-year lie of the mausoleum guard, and the seal of the candle is about to be broken. The final Kunlun decision War, two veins unite and three flutes return? , Ending the fateful grudges that spanned antiquity.

Thirty-two high school students with different specialties woke up one after another after a burst of inexplicable dizziness. They were in a closed train. No one could remember why they embarked on this journey, nor could they remember who sent the invitation. The scenery outside the window recedes rapidly, the road ahead is completely obscured by thick fog, and the destination remains a mystery. No one knew that this seemingly ordinary journey would step into the abyss of despair from the moment it set off. The steel carriage roaring forward is not a way home to the other side, but a carefully designed survival cage. When doubts, uneasiness and suspicion spread among the crowd, their cruel game began.

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Our family has been wearing shrouds since the day I was born. My parents died mysteriously on the day they took off their shrouds. My grandfather sacrificed himself in order to let me live...

The sand in Helan County has been buried for thousands of years. Three years ago, they sealed the snake again in the city, thinking it was over. A nightmare. But they didn't know that Guixu Pavilion's gun had already been pointed at them. At the end of the gun was Li Yuanhao's Tailing Ground, which was poured out by thousands of dead souls. Palace. There is no light here, only the light of living figurines, the whispers of gods, and the curse that the tomb guardians have been unable to get rid of for generations. Su In order to resurrect his father, Wan Qing transformed into a vengeful god. Mysterious foreign superiors controlled everything behind the scenes. Even those closest to him had hidden secrets. ? Years of secrets. When the snake god breaks free from his shackles, the mist swallows everything. Some people die to atone for their sins, some people become demons because of their obsession, Some people burn their lives to protect them. The bronze flute sounded again, this time playing the elegy of the mausoleum guard. ? They don't know, God Behind it, there is also an ancient secret that can destroy the world - the snake comes out and the candle wakes up.

My name is Lu Chen, and I am an ordinary person who keeps an antique shop in an old alley in Hangzhou. I live a stable life with ordinary fireworks. Until that rainy night when I was twenty-two years old, I pried open the camphor wood box that my grandfather had kept dusty all his life and dug out a blackened animal skin journal...

When I read this letter, I was already a series of erased numbers. That thing spreads like a curse. Generation after generation, we cannot escape the fate of that place. You will probably receive this letter tonight. Go to Uncle Li. I left something for you. It is also the last place where I, as a father, can help you. Live, you must live and climb until... (Extraordinary words are divided into the first realm of pseudo-extraordinary. If you want to reach this realm, you must have the dormitory director, a member of the dormitory management department, and a member of the student union. Only with this level of power can you have the qualification to advance. Sequence nine, the same goes for sequence eight, and the same goes for sequence seven. Only when you reach sequence nine can you truly enter the extraordinary realm. It is roughly said that the protagonist goes to a campus and there is a place similar to the rules and weird talk. If you want to be promoted, you must kill the former. Power and power are bound to achieve each other and advance each other)

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[Time Stop Evil Eye] [Weird Rules] [Infinite Streaming] "Ghosts cannot be killed, but they can be decomposed and fused..." "Survive, and you will be admitted by us." Zhou Nan broke into a cold sweat after looking at the recruitment advertisement on his mobile phone. The university was copied? His classmates are all weird, how to escape? The evil eye of counting on your wrist... What's the point of the increasing numbers? The time within Comprehension... Was stopped by Zhou Nan. The evil ghost who originally wanted to eat him was unable to move and was tortured severely by Zhou Nan. He survived and killed the Mirror Ghost copy of himself. He became a factory agent in Mingyang City... Create weirdness and use weirdness to subdue other weirdness to do evil. In his senior year, he became the owner of the weird factory. Go through the fusion tunnel to collect weird materials from various places, which are actually weird corpses, and use them to sew them into new weird ones. The first copy... Beautiful Country... Chicken Coop Case? ? ? The second one, Foot Basin Country... Doll Box? The third one... Collect ghosts from each time and space and form your own weird army.

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Type: rebirth in the apocalypse, zombies, hard-core survival, dark flow, no virgin, decisive killing, single-player invincibility Character of the male protagonist: completely dark, ruthless, extremely self-interested, does not trust anyone, will die if he saves others, and will kill anyone who hinders him Style: No warmth, no love, no whitewashing of humanity, everyone is selfish, the human heart is scarier than zombies

A charity reading glasses cabinet appeared out of thin air in Chenguang Community overnight. No one knows its origin, and no one can find out the source. Eight strange iron rules are posted on the counter, and the words are bone-chilling: Young people are not allowed to wear them, use them for no more than ten minutes at a time, private hoarding is strictly prohibited, and you should take off your glasses immediately when you see someone blurry... Seeing things clearly for free, relieving fatigue for free, everyone covets this easy-to-get shortcut, and no one is wary of the fatal trap under the gentle gift. As a migrant worker who stayed up late and worked overtime, Lin Yu was in a desperate situation at work. Forced to make a living, he took risks, made an exception and touched the taboo glasses, breaking all the bottom lines of the rules. Since then, the soul-eating hunt for boiled frogs has quietly begun. My vision becomes clearer and clearer, but my soul becomes increasingly hollow and desolate. He slowly lost his joy, anger, sorrow and joy, lost his vitality and became a numb puppet. All the neighbors in the community have fallen into ruin: the old have spent the rest of their lives, the middle-aged have lost their responsibilities, the young have exhausted their energy, and the entire community has become a silent and deathly prison. When he looked through the lens and saw that all the living people around him had turned into gray and blurry shadows, he was shocked to realize that the most terrifying thing was not the changes in the world, but that he was slowly leaving the human world and becoming the nourishment in the mirror. The mysterious old woman sitting quietly in the flower bed, the strange figure sewing in the void, the taboo truth that no one dares to touch, reveal the ultimate secret of this pair of reading glasses - this is never a convenience facility, but a human soul-refining mirror that refines people's hearts. Shortcuts are never free, and greed has a price. The only way to survive is in front of him, but it is cruel and cruel: return the ring to zero, give up all the overdrafted life, and use the remaining life to survive in exchange for a chance.

In the seventh year of my father's life, three major tomb-robber sects forced him into the palace. A posthumous letter reveals the millennium secret of Heishigou - if the petrified monk wakes up, Hehuang will turn to death. Piranha flowers, white monkeys guarding tombs, revenge murals in Qiuci... I am involved in an immortality scam that spans thousands of years. At the end of the truth, deep in the snowy mountains, a Tochara golden arrow is waiting for me.

The "thirty-one people" who were once trapped in Hanwu Manor were accidentally reborn with their dying memories, returning to the eve of entering that deadly castle. The ecstasy of escaping from death swept everyone, and everyone who survived the disaster hugged each other and cried, trying their best to escape from their old fate, and in the next year, they each rushed towards the stable life they longed for. The ordinary and comfortable days passed quickly, and a gold-plated invitation letter suddenly arrived in everyone's hands: the mysterious organizer held a banquet on the ocean-going luxury Canglan cruise ship, and invited thirty-one guests from the past to board the ship for the banquet. Everyone who had experienced the manor hell was secretly relieved. The cruise ship was spacious and there were many people coming and going. It was definitely impossible to recreate the desperate situation of the closed and trapped Hanwu Manor. All 31 people who lowered their guard accepted the invitation, thinking it was just a relaxing sea party. Little did they know that this giant ship floating in the endless deep sea was a brand new cage carefully laid. A new round of purgatory with nowhere to escape and forced to kill each other had quietly set sail.

Legend has it that people who are seriously ill will enter the "Gate". No one knows how many gates there are, but it is said that even people who have been ill for a long time will be cured after passing the gate, but those who fail to pass will immediately die unexpectedly in various ways.

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During an ordinary exam, Jiang Yu accidentally entered a strange overlapping world of reality and reality. Double images are everywhere in the examination room, and the images continue to merge. Those who are swallowed will turn into shadow citizens who stay forever. There are clues hidden in the mutated test paper, and wandering shadows are full of murderous intentions. He and his companions must race against time to find a way out of the cage before the space completely collapses.

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An otaku girl with a chuunibyou disease who fantasizes about becoming the protagonist every day. On the day when her first-level score was found to be only 3 points away from the computer, she was listless and caught a glimpse of a strange public commission...

An archaeological team that went deep into the Badain Jaran Desert accidentally dug up a bronze bone flute deep in the sand sea. The moment the flute sounded, Blackwater City, which had been sleeping for thousands of years, suddenly woke up. The figures on the reincarnation mural move slowly, the incorruptible body is hidden under the black snake's armor, the mother and child's blood pool reflects faces that do not belong to this world, and the last seal of the Nine-turn Soul Suppression Formation is loosening. The curse of the tomb keeper is always there, and no one can escape the gamble of life and death. When the bronze bone flute finally sounded, they discovered that they were not stepping into an ancient city, but a cycle of death that spanned thousands of years. And all this is just the beginning - the shadow of the Ningxia and Xixia royal tombs has already shrouded everyone's heads.

There is an abyss in front of me and hell behind me. I am in darkness and lack a glimmer of light. What is good and what is evil is not judged by others. I just want to live.

Sun Dawei, a Western medicine clinician who was dismissed from the clinic, inherited a legacy, but opened up an alternative path to a miraculous doctor. ...

Dark corners, Zhang Yuan set up a small stall, waiting for people to buy from him. Unexpectedly, the destined person did not wait, but waited for the Public Security Bureau! "We received a report that someone said you were cheating here. Come with us!" He never imagined that he would just set up a stall. He was actually taken to the Public Security Bureau. Facing the security officer's questioning, he tried his best to defend himself. "The talisman was made by my master. If you have anything to say, please tell my master who is over ninety years old, dazzled and deaf, has received the Vietnam War Medal, and has a Demon Slayer at home!" "What? Where is my master? Of course he is at Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain!" After saying that, the people from the Public Security Department left directly. They even bought all his talismans as compensation the next day, and also issued a Taoist certificate. "Is there such a good thing?" ... I thought it was Master's name that scared these people. Until a series of strange things happened, "If you are sick, go see a doctor. Why are you buying amulets from me?" "I have lived for eighteen years and been a Taoist priest for eighteen years. I have never heard of anything weird in this world!" "What do you mean the world is recovering strangely?" When the weirdness fully recovers, when the world is devastated, Everyone turned around and suddenly discovered, The young man who once set up a stall to sell talismans used his left hand to whisk away the dust and held the universe in his right sleeve. "Aren't you just a stall selling talismans? How did you become the ancestor of the earthly immortals?"

In the history of human evolution, a genetic mutation in a certain individual developed a cc32 organ, which gave the host a "camera"-style passive memory ability that can preserve sensory information in its original form. But the host has such a talent, but he was born in ancient times when he believed in gods.

The world is shrouded in gloomy mist, haunted houses, mass graves, and abandoned ancient buildings are filled with ghosts. Earth-bound spirits are trapped in old places, and evil ghosts are constantly seeking life. The Yin-Yang gentlemen use talismans and magical tools to exorcise evil spirits to save their lives, but they are still struggling in the face of the treacherous evil spirits. Lin Mo, who traveled through time, unexpectedly awakened a hidden soul mark from ancient fortune-stealing inheritance, and mastered the unique "soul-hiding technique" - permanently covering his soul aura. In the eyes of all Yin Xie who rely on yin energy and soul perception, he is no different from the empty air. For others, breaking into a haunted house is like breaking into a ghost gate, but he can walk leisurely among the ghosts; Others can only fight to the death when encountering resentful spirits, but he can quietly steal the source of evil spirits and the essence of resentment without the ghosts noticing, nourish himself with the method of stealing luck, and grow quietly in the underworld. The red-clothed fierce ghost passed by without realizing it, and the hundred-year-old earth-bound spirit was hovering beside him without realizing it. When countless Yin-Yang monks were struggling to survive in the evil disaster, Lin Mo had already relied on his ultimate stealth to carve out his own path of stealing the sky on the boundless Yin soil. Staying alive and growing, sneaking and plundering, in a silent place, grasping the opportunities of the underworld!

"Supernatural: I am a related household, what's wrong with knowing how to do magic?" Introduction: Under the neon lights of the city, realm anchors hide mysteries. The supernatural beings from the Eastern Underworld, the Western Purgatory, and the Fallen Realm in Southeast Asia penetrate into reality through anchor points. Lin Yan, the successor of the Folk Affairs Mediation Institute, was accidentally bound to the "Three Realms Emergency Mutual Aid Platform" and became a "relationship household" who could call the gods. Is the old house haunted? Make a black and white video call and complain about them always riding shared bicycles when they go out; encounter the Headless Horseman in Sleepy Hollow, New York? Connect with Satan to bargain, using "human involution anxiety" in exchange for him to take action; Tokyo's Hundred Ghost Night Parade is out of control? Let descendants of Abe Seimei team up with Vatican priests online... From the Haunted Mansion with Embroidered Shoes to the Curse of the Pyramids in Egypt, from dealing with ghosts who comb their hair in the middle of the night to mediating territorial disputes between vampires and zombies, Lin Yan has traveled all over the world with a compass in hand, relying on the principle of "if you can't beat him, shake him off", and carve out a happy path in Eastern and Western supernatural legends. It's just that every time I call the boss, I have to owe a bunch of strange debts - help the underworld do Excel, teach online classes to Zeus, and send "negative emotion express" to Satan... When the anchor point of the realm completely collapsed and there was a cross-border melee between Eastern and Western mythology, Lin Yan looked at the list of gods in the address book and dialed calmly: "Hey, Sanqing? There is a Zeus here who is causing trouble, come and lend a hand?"

Burial in a haunted house^0^

The supernatural comes, and the clock of fate begins to swing Is it a lone star from the sky or a supernatural physique? What can you do in this era?

The end is coming, civilization collapses, and war, famine, plague, and cults engulf the world. Young Ai Weide lost his parents in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood, but was taken away by a mysterious being "Lucifer" and became the executor who changed the fate of the world. He personally came into contact with the legendary "Angel Engine" - it was not a cold machine, but a forbidden creation with a sacred body as a sacrifice and the sin of human nature as a lock. With the help of the power of the imprisoned angel, Aiweide revived the depleted earth, made the dry rivers flow again, let the extinct creatures reopen their eyes, and let the dying world breathe again. But when a miracle comes, so does the price. Lucifer's purpose is not only to save, but also to take revenge; beneath the mercy of the angels, there seems to be an unspeakable truth hidden; and are the saved humans ushering in a new life, or are they entering another deeper prison? When holy light and blood intertwine, when redemption and imprisonment sit together, Ai Weide must decide with his own hands whether the world will eventually go to heaven or hell between lies, faith and sin. An apocalyptic epic fueled by angels, a dark legend about redemption, betrayal and price.

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(It's a newbie's novel, the writing is sketchy, but you can read it occasionally) What you said is unsolvable is a question I want to prove. I am not afraid of ghosts because I have strong yang energy. The fog is gradually disappearing, and it's time to leave the "visitor". My name is Yuzu, Yuzu of Yuzu Tea, please let me go with you.

At 2:17 in the morning, Shen indeed received a letter that should not have existed. The envelope was written by my father, who had been dead for seven years, and there was a black seal on the back: In the old collection office, the night shift was added. Signed for receipt. From the moment he picked up the letter, he could no longer refuse to go to work. Outside the door is no longer the familiar corridor, but a strange postal hall that stays in the middle of the night. Countless faceless sorters sit behind the windows, handling undeliverable letters; in the waiting area, the living and the dead wait for their number to be called; every new deliveryman must complete three deliveries before leaving alive. The recipient of Shen Que's first letter was actually his father who had been missing for seven years. The rules tell him: Don't open other people's letters. Do not remind the dead that he is dead. If you see your own body, move around. If someone says they can take you home, don't believe it right away. Delivering the wrong letter could release a dead person who has been waiting for years. If you admit the wrong person, you may turn yourself into a "live item" that can never be returned. And those letters that are most wanted to be delivered often hide the truth that can't be revealed the most. What's even more frightening is that the so-called old receiving place may have never been the place where the dead were held. Some letters are written to dead people. Some letters are from dead people. There are also some letters. From the moment you sign for them, the recipient has become you.

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Lin Shen is a mechanic at a sewage treatment plant. He heard the squeaking sound of the mud scraper countless times and saw all kinds of things washed into the mud-dead cats, rags, plastic bags. Until that day, he took out a piece of carbonized bone from the pump. That night, rhythmic tapping sounded in the walls. In the dream, the black mud cracked open, and countless gray hands dragged him downward. There were more than a dozen fingerprints on the legs, and the skin on the fingertips began to peel off like a snake. He fainted at the top of the pool and fell into the brown sludge mixture. Among tens of thousands of overlapping whispers, he heard a voice that did not belong to any living thing. After being fished out, everything seemed to be back to normal. There was only an oily bone on the pillow, a hard object growing out of the flesh next to the Adam's apple, and a reflection in a white robe on the water late at night, stretching out a hand with curved fingers towards Lin Shen. It was teaching him. In other words, it was inviting him to go back under the mud, back to the place where it all began.

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Weird floors connect different worlds...

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On the day when he was trying to raise money for his mother's surgery, the protagonist Gu Wenxi got into a car accident and was pulled into a dungeon of Rules and Ghost Stories. The first stop was an uninhabited village.