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Folk horror stories are about ghosts and break people's hearts. For every story that makes you afraid to turn off the lights, there is a truth scarier than ghosts.

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In an accident, I was severely injured on the back of my head. After being cured, I actually had several "superpowers". Heroes and beauties from all over the world approached me. From then on, I embarked on a path of no return, and unknowingly fell into a mysterious and shocking conspiracy...

After the college entrance examination, young Lin Huan accidentally got on a black subway and was pulled into a different space called "Thriller Hell". If you want to leave alive, you must break through 30 deadly spiritual gates in a row. He thought it was just an ordinary journey of survival, but he was targeted by veteran player Gu Shiye - the opponent's target was the mysterious scroll he obtained behind the first door. In order to keep the secret, Lin Huan was decisive: "Anyone who dares to spy on my cards will die!"

Entering the infinite retrospective field, there are no ghosts, monsters, or beasts in the copy, and the only deadly prey is yourself in different timelines. The memory is blocked layer by layer, and the "I" who has been reincarnated thousands of times is familiar with all my thoughts and all my flaws, predicts every step of my escape plan, and comes to hunt across the mirror. The rule is to survive, and the price of passing the level is to kill the past self; but the ending of surviving is destined to be obliterated by the future self. There are countless selves stacked up in layers of mirrors, reincarnation is a closed loop with no solution, and the outcome is always reversed. Until the shattered memories revealed the truth - this never-ending cage was actually built by me, who is desperate in the future. I hunted down thousands of myself, slaughtered countless reincarnations, and finally realized that from beginning to end, the only person I wanted to kill was me.

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At the end of the Dajing period, troubled times were approaching, the government collapsed, refugees were everywhere, and famines continued for years. What was more terrifying than war and famine were the ghosts and evil spirits running rampant in the world. In this era where people and ghosts are everywhere, and human life is like a piece of grass, the only way to survive is to struggle...

Too poor to pay rent? Lin Yue, a down-and-out designer, bravely ventures into a haunted house to make a living. A live broadcast of ghost hunting accidentally overturns, and he awakens his yin and yang eyes when he is about to die! From then on, the shadow of the dead soul that others could not see was invisible to him. The originally bleak live broadcast room exploded overnight, with tens of thousands of friends staying up late to catch up, strange barrages flying all over the sky, hidden Taoist monks secretly escorting them, and all kinds of supernatural and strange things happening one after another. In the live broadcast room, living ghosts are watching on the same stage. In reality, the girl Bingtang who died in vain is following closely behind, and an old school tragedy has surfaced; on the other end of the network cable, a mysterious beauty is watching silently, and fate quietly arrives. Break into the haunted house, solve strange things, solve obsessions, and uncover old cases! Holding the yin and yang eye in your hand, you can walk in the yin and yang world. Lin Yue worked his way from a low-level worker in debt to becoming one of the top ghost-hunting anchors on the Internet. He got a glimpse of the truest appearance of the world among humans and ghosts.

Fictional ghost story.

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In my rebirth, I only save my wife in a strange world

We think we are chasing the truth, but the truth is always chasing us - it just needs the right container to be born. --Anonymous

The purple mist at the end of the world is coming, and those who inhale too much become fog ghosts, chasing after living people to get angry. Those who inhale a trace amount awaken their superpowers, but gradually lose their humanity. Let's see how ordinary white-collar Lin Mo escapes from the desperate situation.

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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

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!

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.

When he was six years old, an evil rain descended on Qingshi Village, bringing blood and blood. My mother's blood from dystocia spilled on the hundred-year-old seal node, triggering a sinister evil buried deep in the mountain. Overnight, poultry died violently, villagers became deformed, and all the once simple neighbors turned into mindless, crazy monsters. The whole village was reduced to a deserted village. Only Chen Nian and I survived by chance and escaped overnight with a peach wood token. We thought that escaping was the only way to survive, but we didn't know that this catastrophe was never a natural disaster. The ghosts of the fallen are dormant in the mountains, the blood fetuses that are centuries old are hiding murderous intentions, the family grudges have been buried for hundreds of years, and the secrets of the earth's veins are exposed layer by layer. Sixteen years later, the autumn fog returned, the cracks in the seal reopened, and the century-old chess game was once again settled. The bloodline of Yinsha awakens, the truth about his relatives emerges, and a century-old blood evil is about to come. When escape becomes protection, when blood becomes shackles, Chen Nian and I, as young men, will stay in our homeland for the rest of our lives, ending this aberrant reincarnation that spans a hundred years.

The yellow sand covers the earthly world, and the white clothes hide the Taoist body. The benevolent heart of a doctor can cure all kinds of diseases in the world and the serious illness of the body; The doctor's method can suppress evil spirits, evil spirits, and the evil spirits of barren tombs. The human world heals diseases, yin and yang heals the heart, the secular world relieves misfortune, and the underworld suppresses demons. Standing at the border between life and death, between humans and ghosts. First-hand modern medical technology can alleviate suffering in the world; An ancient Taoist secret can suppress ghosts and evil spirits. Use white clothes as armor, use magic as shield, guard the fireworks alone, and resolve all the problems in this world. Unresolved entanglements in this life, worries about yin and yang.

I bought a copy of Liaozhaiyizhi for my sister, and the book actually came to life.

The night scene dies in the coldest winter. The family is ruined, the body is ruined, the loved one dies tragically, the family betrays everyone, they fall from the building, and die with hatred. Until he opened his eyes, he was reborn three years ago. But he discovered-- Something is wrong with this world. His parents scolded him for being paranoid, crazy and ignorant; Qingmei Suman is waiting tenderly, and everyone says that she is deeply in love and wrong; The best brother, Shen Yuchen, is righteous and kind, and helps him with everything; Only Xinran, whom he has loved deeply for half his life, is cold and distant, avoiding him like a snake or a scorpion. Everyone was in the same voice, in perfect agreement, telling him over and over again: It's because he keeps pestering, because his character is twisted, and because he doesn't deserve sincerity. But only Ye Jing knows-- All tenderness is all acting, all conclusions are all lies. His memories were cut, replaced, and tampered with. His life has been changed, edited, and faked. What the world sees is a false life carefully written by evil people; Only his remaining bloody fragments are the only truth. Everyone pretended, everyone deceived, and everyone accomplices. The most terrifying thing is never the conspiracy, but the whole world uniting to deny all your truths. In this life, Ye Jing put away her gentleness and tore apart her mask. You stole my life, destroyed my love, and usurped my memory. Then I will overturn the situation, peel off the bones layer by layer, fight evil with evil, and pay with blood. I want to take back my truth, the girl who protects me, Send all those who tamper with my memory to the abyss.

What would it look like if "Mysterious Resurrection" was re-opened from Zhang Wei's perspective? My name is Zhang Wei, and Yang Jian is my brother. Before the knocker incident, I was just an ordinary student. After the knocker incident, I understood one thing: Ghosts cannot be killed. The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts. But if ordinary people want to survive, the most important thing is not to open the door indiscriminately, don't turn around, and - hug Yang Jian's thigh tightly. This book is a fan work of "Mysterious Resurrection". The original work: Presenting Flowers in Front of the Buddha is for learning and exchange purposes only.

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My name is Li Jiuwu, and I graduated from the Department of Folklore, Religious and Culture Studies of a university. On the day of graduation, my supervisor called me to his office. After closing the door, he asked me mysteriously, "Jiuwu, I have an intern position in an institutional unit. Are you interested?" As soon as I heard it was an institutional unit, I agreed without even thinking about it. It wasn't until I went there that I discovered that this damn thing was 'Transcending Tribulation'...

Bai Jiang had a life-and-death contest with a Japanese woman who came to avenge her father...

The meteor shower brings not an opportunity to make a wish, but a plague that allows the dead to rise again. The virus seeped into the city with the rain, and within three days, the living people turned into zombies. No, no one here calls them zombies - they are "dead babies". They were once aunts, couriers, and security guards. Now they drag their severed limbs around the streets and use their remaining teeth to find the warmth of living people. Chen Mo, retired armed policeman, hardware store clerk. On the third day of the end, he made a decision: go north. To the north is the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, the armed police detachment, and his missing wife. He led his neighbor's family of three through the blood-stained streets, hung from a third-floor window, and used a stolen van to drive away the corpses. Eight kilometers. It usually takes fifteen minutes to drive, but now every step is on the edge of a knife. But they soon discover that the living are more dangerous than the dead. There were several overturned cars lying across the middle of Jianshe Road, and shared bicycles and trash cans filled the gaps. A bald man in security uniform raised the steel pipe, pointed at the windshield, and said the words that made Chen Mo tighten his grip on the steering wheel-- "This road is blocked." The end is to the north, and the world is retreating. What price do living people have to pay to continue walking?

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Psycho Lin Yi accidentally joined a weird "psychiatric group" The names of the group of friends are all very good, such as "Xiao Yan", "Shi Hao", "Tang San", "Ye Fan", and "Yang Jian". Their topics are usually off-key. They talk about "how to end the supernatural era." "Can Lone Bamboo ascend to the God Realm in ten years?" "Thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river. Don't bully young people into poverty.", "You already have a way to die!"... After chatting happily, they would even send some red envelopes in the group: "The wishing ghost who can realize all wishes." "A ten-year lone bamboo" "Supreme Bone (high imitation version)" (Silk stockings worn by Liu Xian)... Lin Yi always thought that everyone in the group was mentally ill like him, until one day, the patient named "Xiao Yan" suddenly shouted in the group. "Everyone, I used the devil to create the Buddha's wrathful company!"

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I can see the marks of guilt The marks on others due to their sins, and the monsters who come to execute them. My name is Lin Fan and I am a criminal police officer. Three months ago, I killed my partner. From then on, a scar of sin grew on my back, and it was eating me up bit by bit. A black me crawled out from my spine. It had my face, but grinned at me: "You are just like me." I can't kill it because it is me. The only person who told me the truth was a mysterious man who had been following me for a long time. He said that no "clairvoyant" like me who could see the marks of sin lived past the age of forty. He said it was almost my turn. It awaits everyone.

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Three months ago, he suddenly collapsed on the school playground and his pupils turned into different colors. After waking up, he was admitted to this hospital converted from an abandoned monastery. The sound of iron chains in the old wing, the silver chain guardian on the wrist, the mysterious man beside the ancient well-- Everything is telling him: you are not here to treat illnesses.

Three generations of the Li family: his grandfather was imprisoned by the imperial master for twenty years, his father faced off against the culprit in the Eye-Sealed Abyss for ten years, and Li Changan carried the culprit's ribs on his back, trying to use his remaining life to unravel a century-old deadlock. But fate is not the end. Each Li family member chooses to fight in their own way. Grandpa used his remaining soul to take away the mark of the culprit, his father carved a road in the abyss that no one had ever walked before, and Li Changan's choice was: not to walk. Because he wants to overturn this game!

Li Shian has a sword: Conquer demons, eliminate demons, and collect ghosts; Forming arrays, drawing talismans, and suppressing evil spirits. The road down the mountain is vast and boundless. With friends, we share joys and sorrows; with friends, we work together; with servants, we share loyalty. Li Shi'an: When following the heavens, keep your mind at peace: Live in accordance with the law and settle down in peace.

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Jiang Yu traveled to the horror world of Mei Zong, and at the beginning he was the son of a god created by God--Yer. Because he was idle all day long, and the earth was overrun with demons and evil spirits, he was asked to go down to the next world to save sentient beings and punish evildoers. By the way, collect more believers for yourself. The more people who believe in him, the stronger his power will be. What should I do if I have little faith and cannot be defeated? It doesn't matter, there is no shame in shaking people. Seraph angels Michael, Gabriel, etc., The seven archangels let you choose.

[A fierce ghost comes to the world, terror is rampant, as if facing an abyss] The world is going crazy. The cycle that can only be broken by killing, the inhabited human body, the doll that absorbs nutrients, the alley where you will die if you lie... A series of strange and strange events all point to the same existence - a fierce ghost. A ghost that is above human beings, full of malice, unable to communicate, strange and terrifying. When countless evil ghosts are swarming the world and thousands of creatures are wailing endlessly, who can stay out of it? ... Starting from solving the cycle, the master has the ability to reverse the cycle and gain insight into the characteristics of all evil spirits. Xie Ju, who was killed by the evil ghost and started the cycle again, easily escaped the rules of death and said this: "Awesome, I understand everything!" ...

"Night Train" is a novel that combines suspense, psychological thriller, Cthulhu atmosphere and Eastern apocalyptic fantasy. The story revolves around "forgetting", "escape" and "self-redemption". In a strange train that never stops, it depicts how those abandoned by the world face their deepest pain.

There is a knife hidden in Ruan Rou's soup, and lies wrapped in Lu Yanchen's kiss. She is a feathered monster in a white dress, with tentacles that tear betrayers to pieces hidden under her gentle smile; he is a centuries-old monster that has taken away a human body, with black horns and bone wings hidden behind his suit and leather shoes, and even his love words are mixed with calculations to save his life. It was supposed to be a "life or death" situation - she cooked a poisonous soup to take revenge on her cheating husband. He woke up in this body and found that the person on his pillow was actually the same kind, and even showed his spikes. But when he revealed the demonic form that he had forcibly formed in order to "live with her", and when she looked at the demon core that was attracted to her own energy... The two monsters who were accustomed to devouring and disguising suddenly tasted the taste called "bond" in each other's fangs. The firewood, rice, oil and salt in the supermarket are mixed with the smell of resentment, and there are unwiped bones hidden in the gaps between the kitchen tiles. They are each other's only kind, and they are also mutually suspicious bedfellows. In the city where people come and go, they play a couple's drama of "never revealing the truth"-- "Honey, is tonight's soup sweet enough?" "Honey, do you think my new horns are worthy of your tentacles?" There is a sword hidden in their love, and fangs in their kiss. The "eternity" of this monster couple begins with a survival drama of cheating each other.

There is one less demon king in the world who likes to crush skulls. I take great credit for this. Because I was caught by Uncle Jiu.