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The soul restarts, the strange past is recalled again, and only the soul can enter the other side.

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About "The Yin Yang Boy Under the Red Cloud Mountain": This is a story dedicated to all those who have believed in legends and will eventually grow up. It tells us that even if we are faced with fate, we can still choose kindness; even if yin and yang are separated, love can still transcend life and death. \

Zhao Han carried the Salted Fish System and traveled through time to become a high school physical education teacher. I'm offline every three days, and it's common to ask for leave for no reason. Unexpectedly, the mysterious resurgence occurred, and monsters and monsters began to appear in the city. Zhao Han: "Students, I am going to save the world first. I will study by myself in this class." "Teacher, your reason is too false!" "Purely perfunctory." "If you can save the world, I can be admitted to Beihua University." On the eve of the college entrance examination, King Gui was born, and hundreds of thousands of people besieged the city. In order to boost morale, Kyushu decided to broadcast the battle scenes live across the country. In the center of the camera, a young man wearing sportswear and a whistle suddenly appeared. "Holy shit! My PE teacher is really saving the world!"

The rules feed on the gods, and the gods sacrifice all living beings. The strange game is the snare, and the mysterious resurgence is the medium. Under the cold fig leaf is an indescribable horror. Not wanting to be controlled by fate, Si Qi jumped out of his shackles. Tear morality to pieces and dance alone on the border between black and white; Break free from the rules and build your own throne. He is not a god in this life, but Weird Games has already prepared a god status for him and welcomed his return with a feast of death. [Unlimited streaming] [No heroine] [Original copy] [Variable reasoning] (This book is also known as "I Will Dominate the Weird" and "I Will Steal Gods in the Weird Game") (Because the author frequently refines the text, there is a big difference between the audiobook version and the e-book version, and the writing quality is likely to be inferior to the e-book version; everything shall be subject to the e-book version)

Entered a strange place Good news: He awakened his powers. Bad news: people die here. Even worse news: it may not be someone else who dies. From the Lightless Circus to the Trial of the Mechanicum, every dungeon is approaching the edge of collapse. Fear will accumulate, teammates may lose control, and even memories will be swallowed up. ... He had no choice but to-- Between madness and reason, live. "With your current pollution level, are you still considered a human being?" "... At least, not completely." In this game, there is no exit button. The introduction is weak, it is recommended to move to the main text

The end is coming, the order is broken, whether it is good or evil. Whether to struggle in hell, or to seek the unknown hope. Living is the only faith!

This is my first attempt at writing a thriller novel. I don't know how it will develop in the future. If you like it, you can follow it. If you don't like it, don't laugh at me. I will try my best to write about everyone in the book, and my story will also be written in volumes.

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"At 12 o'clock tonight, I will die in front of the camera." Lin Mo stared at the barrage that suddenly appeared in his live broadcast room, frowning. The "Abyss Gazer" who ranks first on the reward list has a strangely dark avatar and no data. The barrage floated across bright red fonts, as if they were written in blood. The live broadcast room exploded instantly. Fuck! This special effect works! [The anchor has recovered? Script? Lin Mo forced a smile: "Old fellows, please stop making trouble. This is a serious suspense popular science channel and I don't do any underworld work." But the next second, his smile froze. Because on his computer screen, the picture of his live broadcast room... Suddenly changed. The camera was supposed to be filming me, but now it showed a strange bedroom - dim lights, messy bedding, mottled bloodstains on the wall, and... A woman hanging from the ceiling. What's even more terrifying is that the face of the corpse is slowly turning towards the camera. Her lips moved and she said silently: "The next one... Is you" (2) A strange situation is coming Lin Mo closed his notebook suddenly, cold sweat soaking his back. The barrage is still rolling crazily. [Holy shit, the anchor's face turned pale! Explosive acting! [What about the popular science you promised? Turned into a horror live broadcast? He's not acting. Because that bedroom... Was exactly the second bedroom in his house, and the dead woman... "Ding dong--" The doorbell rang. Lin Mo looked at the surveillance screen tremblingly. There was no one in the corridor. On the ground, there was a mobile phone lying quietly, with the screen on-- "Live broadcast room online audience: 1 person - Abyss Gazer"

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[Weird copy] + [Weirdness has no pain] + [Funny] + [Are you a regular weirdo? "Performance! Performance! It's still TM's performance! If this month's performance is not up to standard! Don't even want your salary this month!" With the improvement of medical standards, human mortality has dropped significantly. This directly led to the performance of the headquarters of the Hell's Soul Enchanting Division declining year after year, and the Soul Enchanting Agents had to keep involving themselves in order to complete their KPIs. As a low-level seducer, Lu Ding ranked last in performance for three consecutive months. "I have a path in the world. Although it is very risky, it is very profitable! It is just suitable for a young talent like you." Just when Lu Ding was about to be fired for failing to complete his performance, Zhao Ming, the boss of the Underworld Soul Seduction Department, took the initiative to find him. Later, Lu Ding was pulled into a strange and strange copy... In the dungeon, the weird things that human players avoid, in Lu Ding's eyes, are the achievements that come to his door! "Do you know what you committed?" "Is your Yinquan Restaurant a regular company?" "If you turn 100 to 95, you know my methods!" The players exclaimed when they saw Lu Ding's skillful way of catching strange things. [Weirds, run! He is an invincible trickster!

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In the twenty-third year of Guangxu's reign, Shen Huai'an, a failed scholar, fell into decline and was hired as the manager of Shen's charity village. On the first night when I first entered Yizhuang, I encountered rumors of "corpse transformation" - a corpse in a coffin had its nails lengthened and its hair turned white. The night watchmen all said they had seen ghosts. Shen Huaian did not believe in ghosts and gods, so he opened the coffin for an autopsy, only to find a mysterious lotus mark on the collarbone of the deceased, and the cause of death was not natural. Coincidentally, a headless male corpse floated up from the canal. The government hastily concluded that the murder was caused by water bandits. However, Shen Huaian judged from the calluses on the deceased's right hand that this man was no ordinary commoner. He, the old man Song Qiye, and the night watchman Afu secretly investigated and found that the two murders were actually related to the grain fraud of the clan patriarch Shen Dezhang and Mi Xing's boss Gu Shantang. All the secrets were locked in the black coffin in the backyard of Yizhuang that was strictly forbidden to be opened...

Jiang Yin died in a car accident unexpectedly, but became a powerful red-coat of resentment in another world. Just when he was planning to continue living in this capacity, an app on his phone gave him hope of rebirth. As the tasks assigned by the application continued to be completed, he was surprised to find that his body was recovering! So Jiang Yin began to travel through the dark corners of the city, silently solving a heinous case. As the respawn progressed, problems with the app became apparent. It seems that this was not an accident from the beginning...

This is a story about names. It is also a story about a spell. The name is the shortest spell of each person, it follows us from birth to death, and our destiny is affected by the name.

Li Pong was originally an ordinary young man with no superpowers and no system activated. When he was yelling at the sky about his unfair fate, he was unexpectedly knocked into a parallel world by a dump truck falling from the sky. This place looks like a modern city on the surface, but in fact it hides countless weird games and sources of mental pollution - the deeper your knowledge and the more levels you clear, the harder your SAN value will drop and the faster you will go crazy! But Li Pingtong accidentally activated the "Mother Star Blessing": whenever he was on the verge of collapse, Blue Star's mother's nagging, relatives' earthy concern, and the family group's deadly serial calls could actually purify the pollution! So while he was performing furiously in the horror dungeon to survive, he relied on "My mother said it was okay" to stabilize his sanity, repeatedly jumping between nonsense and horror, and finally unknowingly became the ultimate variable that even higher-dimensional beings dare not describe - after all, who dares to mess with a person who has the whole planet's family behind him?

Suitable for people who can't sleep at night

In the last life, Lin Zhou died tragically on the third day when the strangeness came. He was stabbed in the back by his trusted teammate, and even his bones were turned into strange nourishment. When he opened his eyes again, he went back to the second before the disaster broke out! [The Strongest Luck System] Activate! Pick up rubbish to find a golden treasure chest, browse the street stalls to obtain ancient inheritance, and just draw a magic talisman to restrain weirdness. Facing the horror and strangeness everywhere, while others were trembling and trying to survive, Lin Zhou smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, my luck can turn all crises into opportunities!"

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The Night Watchman on Page 7

Before he died, the crazy old man stuffed me with a roll of sheepskin and said that it was the Thirty-Six Days of Qianmen, and that he had learned how to walk out alive from death row. I asked him a question and he froze, then was shot to death with a dart. Guess what I asked? --"You have studied all your life, why are you still squatting here?" Later, relying on this roll of sheepskin, I really walked out of death row alive. After three years on death row, I understood one truth: In this world, good people don't live long, and bad people don't live long enough. Master Qian Qi wants to kill me, the Japanese want to arrest me, and the Qianmen of the Hui Gang want to kill me. My mother was so worried that she couldn't sleep: Son, how many people have you offended? I said: Mom, it's not me who provokes them. They had to hit my gun. Now I am in Tianjin. I heard that the Hui Gang had set up a plan to swallow up the eight major salt merchants and strangle the people of North China. I flipped through the parchment and found a page: grafting flowers and grafting trees. Mr. Qian Qi, just wait. After I finish this game, I will go back and skin you.

In the era of supernatural revival, everyone who survives has a price. Every time you use your ability, you are taking a step closer to the ghost; every time you control the ghost, you are losing part of yourself. He became the third prince who controlled nine ghosts He went from crying for his friends to showing no emotion when seeing his teammates die. But he still remembers one thing: protecting his sister. When he saw everyone's death time, when the door to the land of ghosts opened in front of him, he walked in. Because that's the only thing he can do. After the door was closed, all that was left in the world was a white lotus in the corner and a sentence floating in the wind: "I remember."

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I inherited an old pawn shop from my parents. There is only one line on the signboard: Memory Pawn, settlement in person, no credit required. Some people pawn their pain in exchange for a stable life. Some people buy memories and live for others. I thought it was just business until the first deal was done, I just discovered-- What is pawned is not memory, but cause and effect. It's not the guests that are welcomed, it's the tide. The cause of death of his parents remains a mystery, and his natal memory is blocked. From then on, I guarded a pawn shop that was open late at night, Use memory as a ruler to measure all people's obsessions. All the forgetfulness in this world,

Architectural photographer Shen Heng has a rare vestibular disorder - he feels dizzy when he closes his eyes and feels like he is falling. He took on a job: photographing a private art gallery on the edge of a cliff. After entering, he discovered that what the camera captured was different from what he saw with his eyes. The corridor will turn on its own. The room is larger than the appearance allows. But the most terrifying thing is-- He photographed a woman in a red dress. That woman has his face.

Thirty years ago, "Qingwu Town" in the mountains of western Hunan fell into ruins overnight - 127 villagers disappeared mysteriously, leaving only dark red moss on the ground and strange totems that could not be deciphered. Chen Yan, a folk journalist, stepped into this cursed ancient town alone because of half of the "Qingwu Chronicle" left by his grandfather, only to find that the town was not only confused in time and space (it was a deserted village during the day, but the life scenes of thirty years ago reappeared at midnight), it also hid a more terrifying secret: the missing villagers did not disappear, but were involved in "reincarnation sacrifices" and became sacrifices to nourish the "earth evil" under the ancient town. As the investigation deepens, Chen Yan encounters a mysterious girl who can predict death, a survivor who conceals the truth, and the "moss people" who are constantly chasing him. He also discovers that his grandfather is actually a key figure in the sacrifice. He must look for clues in each midnight reincarnation, decipher the totem code, fight against human greed and supernatural forces, and at the same time resist his own curse of being assimilated into the ancient town, and finally uncover the terrifying truth about the century-old family conspiracy and the immortality of Qingwu Town.

Chen Yuan, a graduate student in archeology, owes 180,000 yuan in online loans and is forced to live stream treasure appraisals to pay off his debts. A strange bronze mirror caused him to be killed by Zhao Gao of the Qin Dynasty, and accidentally awakened the remnant soul of Qin Shihuang who had been sleeping for two thousand years. Since then, Chen Yuan's treasure appraisal live broadcast room has completely changed - Looking at the bronze mirrors of the Han Dynasty, Qin Shihuang cursed in his mind: "This is a modified version of the military talisman I gave to Wang Jian back then!" Looking at the bamboo slips of the Qin Dynasty, Xu Fu's descendants suddenly offered a reward of tens of millions: "The next level is Lishan Mausoleum. Do you dare to come?" After appreciating the Sanxingdui Bronze Sacred Tree, he was shocked to realize that the Yu Dynasty was not the past, but the "data-based immortality experiment" of human civilization! Millions of viewers will accompany you online, and the National Luck Buff will be unlocked in real time. If you get it right, you will live an extra day, and if you get it wrong, you will die on the spot. Chen Yuan looked at the camera and smiled: "Family members, what we are appreciating today is not antiques, but the truth of five thousand years of civilization." And in his mind, the voice of the Eternal Emperor was cold and cold: "Chen Yuan, help me find Xu Fu. I promise you that you will not die."

Strange rules have come to Blue Star, and strange copies appear everywhere. The strange dungeon has power far beyond human cognition, and the dungeon mortality rate is as high as 99.99%... As the chosen one, Lu Yan was forced to enter the strange dungeon. Fortunately, he awakened the intelligence system. Intelligence 1: SSS-level deceitful principal, weak cat... Information 2: S-class spy, weak point: forced kiss, wall-dong... Information 3: The cunning aunt in the C-level cafeteria, taboo words and trembling hands...

Mu Yun was terminated by the queen in the Crimson Succubus's Nest and received a termination fee of 800,000 yuan. Others thought he was unemployed, but only Mu Yun knew-- This is called the beginning of freelancing! In two years, he fed the Succubus Queen's cultivation to a skyrocketing level. The whole weird world was dumbfounded: It turns out that this guy is the real gold master harvester of the copy! So, The Scarlet Queen of the Scarlet Castle provided for him Sadako from the Resentful Spirit Classroom signed him privately, The female doctor from the Bloody Clothes Hospital begged him, Even the aloof Succubus Queen was staring at him in the mirror, waiting for him to turn back when he had no money. Mu Yun touched the frayed "Copy Entrustment Booklet" and the corner of his mouth was harder than AK: "Don't love me. There will be no results unless the boss gives you more money."

Lin Yuan was an ordinary college student until that day when he came home from a part-time job late at night and witnessed a horrific scene where the streets were twisted and pedestrians turned into flesh and blood puppets. On the verge of death, he awakens\

[Folk Suspense + Chinese Cthulhu + Reincarnation Fate] Three incense sticks, one for heaven, one for earth, and one for God. In the Taoist temple in Yongling Mountain, the mother knelt down and prayed for seven days, and the boy was miraculously resurrected, which became a legend. Ten years later, he owed not only the gods in the temple, but an inescapable debt. When the cigarette smoke rises, the forest becomes silent, the figures disappear, and the secrets in the mountains are slowly awakening.

"Samsara Station" is an infinite flow novel with a suspense and thriller theme. Investment bank analyst Lin Wan accidentally entered the mysterious "Samsara Station" late at night while working overtime, and boarded an infinite train that shuttled through a strange world. She must cooperate with passengers of different identities to complete fatal tasks at seven stations with different rules, collect tickets, and find a way home. In the first volume, "Town in the Mirror," she allied herself with veteran Chen Zhe and entered a Victorian town covered in countless mirrors. She discovered that the reflection in the mirror actually had independent consciousness and longed to replace the real body. In the 72-hour countdown to survival, they not only have to avoid being hunted by the "shadow monster in the mirror" and find the "real reflection", but they also have to face the calculations and betrayal of other passengers, and crack the site rules amidst the fear of cognitive subversion. And the golden-eyed man who appeared on the platform seems to know the deepest secret of the train... This is a survival competition that combines intellectual puzzle solving, strange rules and psychological games. The end point may be freedom, or it may be eternal loss.

He Erniu, 30 years old, was one of the last batch of corpse exorcist apprentices in Chenzhou Prefecture, western Hunan. The master died suddenly and mysteriously. Before his death, he gave him half a piece of black jade with the word "forbidden" engraved on it, leaving behind "Don't drive black corpses, don't cross the Naihe Bridge" (a real person in western Hunan) With three last words: "Don't trust foreigners in bell-bottom pants", he was forced to take over the "last job" that his master had not finished - driving five corpses of migrant workers from Guangdong back to their hometown from the border of western Hunan.

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In the south of the Yangtze River in the late Ming Dynasty, a down-and-out scholar carried an inkstone, used pen and ink to save the souls of the dead, and used his literary mind to distinguish right from wrong. A pile of old cases sinking in the mist, each soul trapped in obsession, he has passed through countless people, and what he has to overcome in the end is his own destiny. Chinese folk customs are about spirits and monsters. The spirits and monsters are the shell and the human heart is the core.

When I was twenty-five years old, I fished out a body independently for the first time, and I fished out a human being. The man was wearing my clothes, had my face, opened his eyes, and smiled at me. Grandpa said, my life is borrowed for twenty-five years. Three months to go. Inside the door under the Yellow River, there are hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers. They have been waiting for the Chen family for a hundred years. I don't accept my fate. I want to find the person who lent me my life and ask him face to face: When you lent me the loan, did you ask me if I agreed? --Adapted from the real taboos of corpse fishermen circulating along the Yellow River, please do not imitate.

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On the glass door of the convenience store, the reflection curled up the corner of its mouth, and in the next second, all the people in the store were wiped out. I am Lu Yang, a former private detective and current host of the [Anti-Observation System]. The system said that Jiang Wanyun, my fiancée who had been missing for three years, was the answer to all this. The cost of finding her is that every time the body temperature drops by 1°C, the further away I am from "people". She was turning into another "her" and I was turning into a monster. No matter who alienates first, we all lose.

A nun who returned to secular life was trapped in fame and fortune in pursuit of wealth. However, because of a mysterious seal, she was involved in a golden murder case that spanned two generations. Between the purity of Buddhism and the desire of the mortal world, she embarked on a dead end road from which she could not turn back.

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