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The woman's eyes turned into two black holes, and she grinned from ear to ear: "Please knock on the door three times and wait a minute before coming in."? Lin Mo's throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound. He looked at the glass door behind the woman. The night outside was as thick as ink, and it began to rain at some point. The raindrops were like silver needles slanting into the mist dimmed by neon lights.

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Strange stories about rules + playing cards not according to routines + neural brain circuits + system of cultivating immortals) I am a mentally ill person and you gave me strange stories about rules. I tease female ghosts every day and do not follow the rules. I get the system of cultivating immortals. You think I am challenging, but in fact I am cultivating immortals. What weird food, that is spiritual grass!

Make great plans and have the materials.

My name is Li Ping'an, and I am an embalmer. I never thought that one day I would be an encoffiner for myself. During an ordinary night shift at a funeral parlor, I suddenly realized that except myself, there were ghosts all around me. Players, numbers, weird countdown, and the burning world. Which one is the real world, illusion or reality? Am I crazy or is the world crazy? Thinking about it carefully, I can't remember anything from the past. I only remember the days when I worked in a funeral home. There seems to be something wrong with my memory... What's even more terrifying is that I was involved in a nightmare that I seemed to never wake up from.

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Yang Dianfeng (Old K), a liar from Laiyue Wenqi Street, was lured by Zhang Tuzi with a bag of gold coins and embarked on a voyage to the island's "Top Male Model Club". Little did he know that this was a scam at the cost of his life. The strange eyeballs on the cargo ship, the gun handle under Su Chang's skirt, the four-eyed boy's secret data transmission, Scar Qiang's ferocity, and the mysterious room behind the secret door that smells of disinfectant and rust, reveal the evil veil of the island layer by layer - the so-called "club" is actually a purgatory for selling human skin, and the "artwork" sought after by the guests is all the scarred skin of living people that has been stripped off. When Lao K discovers that his fellow travelers have been reduced to "raw materials" one after another, and that he has become a lamb to be slaughtered, a desperate counterattack involving undercover police officer Su Chang, former armed policeman Four Eyes, an old islander lady and children begins on an island full of blood and conspiracy. The end of the road paved with gold coins is the ultimate showdown between justice and sin, as well as the struggle and redemption of human nature on the edge of purgatory. Go to the website to read more of my works!

- Time Trap: The Chamber of Secrets is shrouded in "". Every ten days, everything in the courtyard is reset, and only the "chosen ones" can retain their memories. But the cycle will gradually collapse, and the "end" on the tenth day will become more terrifying each time (from ghosts running rampant to space collapse, and even the truth of the world being involved). ? - Power system: There are two opposing forces hidden in the courtyard-- ? - "Plain Man's Way": The "courageous power" that a mortal bursts out in desperate situations, the more basic, fearless, and weird the power (for example, a pork seller can wield the "Mountain-Splitting Pig Killing Knife", and a troupe actor can turn into a costume and armor by "faking the real thing"). ? - "Laws of the God of Drama": The incarnation of the rules of the Concubine itself, controlling everything with "legendary scripts". For example, the script of "Farewell My Concubine" will force people to reenact suicide, and the script of "Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts" can summon the phantom of the real Zhong Kui, but those who obey the script will gradually lose themselves and become "puppets". ? - Protagonist: Li Gou Sheng-from cannon fodder to rule-breaker In reality, he is an orphan who works in a theater troupe. He can't even play a bit part, but he was selected by the Guild Academy because he is "more courageous than his fate." He doesn't understand the truth, he only believes in one principle: "Why can gods and ghosts set the rules? I must change it! " ? - Goldfinger: He carries with him a broken opera box that he picked up, which contains half of the incomplete "Juggler's Manual". He can forcibly combine "the way of ordinary people" with the "laws of the god of drama" (for example, using the "knife throwing skill" of juggling to throw the "butchering knife" of ordinary people, cutting off the script lines of the god of drama)

My name is Lin Xi, the last member of the Lin family from Zhenyin. When I was young, I lived with my grandfather who picked up garbage and my uncle who sold fake goods. I thought that life was just a garbage dump and a "consecrated" peach wood sword for ten yuan. It wasn't until I was fourteen years old, when I had an electronic watch on my wrist that could measure life span, and a life-burning charm tattooed on my right arm - that I realized that the old Lin family's ancestral job was to sacrifice one's life! Others rely on magic weapons to drive away evil spirits, but I rely on kryptonite to drive away evil spirits! Open vaginal pupils? Burn 1 day of Yangshou every minute! Suppress evil? Spell burning body + ten days life span! Invite the ancestor spirit? Haha, one year will be deducted directly! You have to pay for the luck of your descendants! I thought delivering food could avoid this life-threatening business, until the developer threw a wad of blood money in my face: "Next month, that land must be cleared!" Got blood money? The iron rule of the family: stained with blood will bring disaster, and the King of Hell will not be able to survive more than three chapters! Don't want to take it? Under the bulldozers, the centuries-old sinister well containing the skeleton tower is about to explode!

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Walk among the corridors of the abyss. I understand that those who build walls with lies will eventually be trapped within the walls; the courage to admit lies is the key to opening the door. Regret is never a shackle, cowardice that refuses to face regret is. Desire is like a flame, which keeps you warm when you can control it, and burns you when you lose control. The length of life is not important, the temperature in memory is the proof of survival. The meaning of human nature does not lie in "perfection" but in the struggle to stick to the bottom line despite knowing there are shortcomings. The brilliance of human nature does not lie in never making mistakes, but still sticking to the bottom line after making mistakes; the darkness of human nature is not unforgivable. Only by recognizing its existence can we keep the boundaries of light. Sinking in the lower land!

The extra chapter prequel story of the previous book "Multiple Rays: The First Phase" is different from "Multiple Rays" in that this book changes the macro worldview description from a third-person narrative to a first-person narrative, narrowing it down to the growth process of the protagonist Wang Hongfei, how he got involved in the supernatural circle, what love and hatred he experienced, and how he entered the process of S. E. M. C.

Mi Gei has dreamed of wearing a wedding dress countless times - holding the hand of her beloved and running towards a long-lasting happiness. But fate treated her as a joke, and the wrong sincerity was exchanged for ruthless abandonment. Despaired, she chose to end her life in an extreme way, even watering the roses with her own blood, allowing the strange red color to spread on the petals, which became the mark of her obsession in the world. Because of this bizarre incident, she met Li Ran, a jobber who took over the dead. Li Ran abides by his duties and always tries to guide her to let go of her obsessions and move toward reincarnation, but Migui stubbornly clings to the world, and becomes entangled with this cold-faced workman in a series of ridiculous and hidden sour stories. It's just that she never thought that every minute and second she stayed in the world was overdrafting the long-dissipated "existence" in an invisible way - the price was far heavier than she imagined.

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Xia Jiuyang, the contracted anchor of the live broadcast platform, was arrested because of a incident\

As a detective, Zhang Xiaolu mysteriously traveled through the infinite world after taking over a missing person case. In the casino of the last century, awakened people from different parallel worlds gathered here. Faced with the resentful spirits hidden in the crowd, terror and strangeness shrouded people's hearts. Until Zhang Xiaolu came to this casino mission. "Damn it, are you sure he's here for a mission?" "This guy is so brave. The more resentful spirits there are, the more excited he gets!" "Don't kill, leave a few resentful spirits for us to deal with..." ... Countless awakened people were shocked. The infinite flow and the main god space are just my Zhang Xiaolu's back garden. Main God: "Zhang Xiaolu, why don't you take a rest, my copy is not enough!" Zhang Xiaolu: "Let's wait a while, I haven't had enough yet."

On summer mornings, Lin Zhixia was always woken up in a hurry and started to go to school in a hurry. Catch the bus and receive criticism from the class teacher, these daily campus routines have become a fixed theme of his life. However, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the bus accident news on the teacher's computer. The figure in the school uniform who looked similar to me in the picture was like a thorn, piercing the daily peace. With uneasiness, Lin Zhixia heard about the accident ten years ago at the bus company - a student named Chen Mo disappeared mysteriously after the car accident. When Chen Mo in the yellowed old photo appeared in front of him, wearing a school uniform exactly like his own, Lin Zhixia seemed to be pulled into an invisible whirlpool. Passing by an abandoned warehouse after school, the familiar sound of bus brakes and the phantom of Chen Mo waving made him fall into deeper fear and confusion. Zhou Xiaoyu, the classmate at the same table, shouted out "time and space trap" in horror, and the strange attitude of the head teacher who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and mentioned "circulation" made everything even more confusing. Every clue is like a piece of a puzzle, piecing together a secret buried by the years. Can Lin Zhixia uncover the truth of ten years ago in this recurring mystery and break free from the shackles of fear that follows him?

Introduction to the work In his right hand is the forbidden art of resurrecting his lover, and in his left hand is the soul-suppressing sword that suppresses the collapse of yin and yang. The blood-stained compass needle trembles violently - pointing to his own destiny of becoming the final sacrifice. "Each generation of night watchmen records sins in their books, and my sins require the entire Linjiang to be buried with them."

"God" descends from the sky, it brings suffering and setbacks, it tests the world... It extradites the chosen ones to return to the pure land. Only one "pagan" is left to see, appreciate and marvel at the world... This is the punishment of "god" to the "pagan"...

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A scary ghost story every day will take you into a wonderful dreamland!

Whispers, nowhere to escape, despair lingering on people, even if they quietly open their eyes in endless dreams... Is it the gods who are blaspheming, is it an undetectable mystery, is it reality or a dream... The ferocious gaze in the darkness, an incarnation of despair and madness, is awakening. In the strange ancient sea, people dressed in strange clothes pray for a god. What is this? A secret hidden by the ancients, a notebook about reality, opens the curtain...

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With Fang Jiu and Zhao Jiahe (Zhao Laoqi) as the protagonists, in the future 3078, there will be weird chaos, and humans are gradually unable to resist it. Fortunately, the time system was invented, so they, as fate-weavers, traveled through one weird story line after another with the system to complete the plot, eliminate resentment, and obtain ghost weapons. In this way, we can change the inevitable fate of mankind.

When an old pocket watch shimmers in the depths of an abandoned factory, the gears of fate begin to rotate in the opposite direction. Cheng Yi and Lu You, one a cold-faced upstart in the business world and the other an independent rose in the fashion world, were reunited by a marriage of interests. But they don't know that this "marriage" is just the beginning of a bigger mystery. Underneath the bustling city, there is an undercurrent. The legendary treasure that can rewrite destiny leads to a series of bizarre events. Cheng Yi holds the "Eye of Retrospection" and turns the fragments of time time and time again; Lu You holds the mysterious drawings and approaches the truth step by step in the interplay of light and shadow. The two rekindled their old relationship during the crisis, but had to face the triple encirclement of family, enemies, and time. They once thought that love was a shackles, until they discovered that the real cage is the intertwining of human heart and desire. When the truth emerges, they must make a choice: keep each other, or sacrifice their emotions for freedom? If fate is a script that has already been written, can love still be the only improvised performance?

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The throat is filled with mud, the flesh and blood are used as food for snakes and insects, and the ghosts and gods of the night will revive again. In this era where neon lights and mottled old houses coexist, the ghosts of amnesia wander the world. He holds the cold black notebook in his grave, and the bizarre stories written on it are becoming reality one by one. The womb of the Zhongyuan Dynasty is wrapped in the Nine Netherworlds, and the locust tree roots are buried upside down and swallowed up by the invaders. The blood curse entwines clothes and burns karma, and the corpse elixir cracks the earth to suppress Xuanyin. The underworld pours water into the bones of the underworld, and all the evil spirits return to the ruins to cast the deceitful heart. All the people who write are in need of manuscripts, and the way of heaven is silent when the eyes of tribulation are open!

Don't be late, don't open the book, don't look back. At midnight, the same live broadcast was forced to pop up on the World Channel: In the picture, Yin Yue, Mo Jia, Leng Ningchuan, Ye Feng, and three classmates who were randomly dragged here. Yin Yue looked at the graffiti on the wall and said softly: "Everyone is afraid of it, but it turns out he is just a child who likes to play." "It's a pity that it won't let me say it!" Mo Jia felt helpless and had no choice but to hide it. Leng Ningchuan stared at the old videotape and murmured to himself: "Maybe this is her salvation, the child caught in the folds of time." "In the end, it was him who decided the game." Ye Feng sighed as he played with the chess pieces. There is no explanation, no retreat, only seven blood bars hanging above the head. It's not that they're afraid of the rules, it's just the horror and weirdness of the ghost stories... "Stay alive or be wiped clean before dawn."

Who is the grandfather of the protagonist Tang Zong? What exactly does it do? Why should he not be allowed to touch the black stones hanging in the old house? Tang Zong only knew that he would be invited to attend funerals in the village. And on that rainy night when Tang Zong was 7 years old, his grandfather disappeared. Ten years later, a bronze mirror allowed Tang Zong to travel back to the Han Dynasty. A series of absurd and bizarre things happened, but it also made Tang Zong grow a lot. It seems that this game was specially made for Tang Zong. How should he survive, how should he find his grandfather and his own life experience?

No system, no invincibility, no harem, no cool stories, just love for weirdness

(Development + originality + ease) Can you believe it? The little Jiuye of the Jie family who controls the Jie family and plays with all the ways The amorous actor in the opera garden with a dream in the garden No one has strong and indestructible backing Actually! ! ! He's actually a little crybaby? ! Wuwuwuwu--Xiuxiu won't braid my hair Wuwuwuwu--Won't you play house with me? Wuwuwuwu--Chinese tangerine peel snatches my candied haws. Wuwuwuwu--The blind man didn't even try to coax me. Xie Yuchen: Nonsense! Someone come! Drag him out and beat him to death! ! !

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