Novels like The Last Sand Diver
Books Chinese readers most often put in the same booklists as The Last Sand Diver, best match first.
- 1 Master of Folk Customs: I Make Paper Effigies in Eerie Instances 民俗大师：我在诡异副本扎纸人 [Mystery + Rule-Based Instances + Mind-Bending Puzzles + Traditional Supernatural Horror + Paper Effigy Making + A Clever Protagonist] Supernatural horrors descend upon the world, and people are randomly pulled into "Taboo Instances." Morgues, ancient temples in mountain villages, abandoned opera houses, underwater tombs... Every instance has a set of bizarre rules. Break them, and you die. Everyone else awakens combat talents like fire, lightning, and swordsmanship. Chen Jiu, however, awakens [ 31Reads—Score101Shelves
- 2 Infinite Terror: Bone Reflection 无限恐怖：骨照 Some people die and leave behind a grave. Some people die and leave behind a name. Lin Jin has died six times, and what he left behind was something buried inside his bones. At first, he thought he had merely been caught up in a bizarre game of rules. Then, in Returning Name Alley, he saw his bones reflecting someone else; then, in Shadow Gate, he heard someone say, “The Seventh Bone is hidden inside your bones”; and finally, he understood that the face, shadow, name, and life he had lost since 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 3 Tomb Raiding: The Divine Tomb of Nanling 盗墓之南陵神墓 My name is Qin Hao. I was born into a family of tomb raiders, and my grandfather was a legendary successor of the Mojin tradition, famous throughout the trade. On the day I was born, my grandfather made a rule: from then on, he'd quit the trade for good. My father was to leave it behind as well, and the Qin family donated all its wealth and moved to a remote mountain village to make a living. My father said it was all for my sake! When I was born, I had a strange birthmark on my back. They say i 605Reads—Score—Shelves
- 4 Thirty Years of Cultivation: I Slay Evil Ghosts, Never Save the Living 修道三十年，只杀恶鬼不度众生 Stars hang over the plains, illuminating yin and yang; good and evil are always weighed in the balance. Do not say the netherworld has no justice. I urge you to do good and avoid bringing calamity upon yourself. Black Summoning is an ancient shamanic art for those who walk between yin and yang. Ordinary mages and sorcerers mostly worship spirits, hoping they will show mercy, offer protection and blessings, and ward off disaster. Those who learn Black Summoning stand as equals to the spirits. The 5Reads—Score—Shelves
- 5 The World Above the Well 井上人间 My name is Chen Xiaoman. I run a joss stick and candle shop called "A Single Lamp" in Suzhou's old town. My grandfather, Ninth Master Chen, was a well-known guardian of the wells around here. Three years ago, on Tomb-Sweeping Day, he sat in his wicker chair and passed away as if he'd simply nodded off. Before he left, he taught me just one sentence: "The incense is about to go out." Then, late one night, my childhood friend's cousin rode the last subway to the end of the line and got trapped at —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 6 Night-Shift Funeral Director: I Can Hear the Dead Speak 夜班殡葬师，我能听见死者说话 [Late-night paranormal mysteries + episodic investigations + accumulating karmic merit, plenty to read, updated daily without fail] My name is Lin Chen. I'm twenty-four, unemployed and in debt. I returned to my hometown to inherit the funeral home my great-uncle left behind. On my first night at work, the corpse of a woman in the morgue spoke: “I wasn't drinking. I'm allergic to alcohol...” “My fiancé pushed me down the stairs. He bought two million yuan in insurance on me.” “Please, don't let h 6.7kReads6.7Score489Shelves
- 7 Multiverse of Dreams 多元梦境 (A summary of the full story: Mild horror, mystery and escape, two male leads, no cultivation, no System. There are multiple scene transitions to fit the dreamlike theme.) “Run from the dream!” These four words were written in code on the inside of a discontinued cigarette box. Who wrote them? And how did it end up in my hands? What were those four words supposed to mean? My memories seemed hazy. I felt as if I should know, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember. On a rainy night, W —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 8 Ghost Lantern: The Secret Mausoleum of the Funeral Home 鬼点灯之义庄秘陵 They say ghost lights often appear in desolate places, among ancient tombs and shadowy woods. As the saying goes, where ghost lights glow, dark shadows fall! They warn anyone who comes near to leave at once. Do not disturb the spirits sleeping in their tombs! 308Reads—Score—Shelves
- 9 Folk Tales of Ghosts 民间鬼故事会 Don't blame me if you get scared to tears. Every night, enjoy a folk ghost story or a rules-based horror tale to accompany you to sleep, improve your sleep quality, and give your courage a workout. It's your spiritual sustenance. You have to read one every day. 105Reads—Score—Shelves
- 10 The Recipient After Death 死后收件人 I'm a courier for a residential complex. Since last month, I've been receiving packages addressed to the dead. An empty apartment building, recipients whose accounts were closed long ago, parcels that no one ever claims. The property manager says I'm seeing things. My coworkers say I've been cursed. The police checked every security camera, but say everything looks normal. That is, until I opened the first package for a dead person. Inside was only a note: [You're next.] 2Reads—Score—Shelves
- 11 Short Ghost Stories for Bedtime 睡前短篇鬼故事 [One ghost story per chapter, short ghost stories, bedtime horror, not for the fainthearted, folk tales of the uncanny, Chinese-style horror, chilling on reflection, no escape from death] One ghost story every night. Hope it helps you sleep. Improve your sleep quality. 5.2kReads—Score287Shelves
- 12 Night Voyage on the Yellow River 黄河夜行船 Before he died, Grandpa told me something strange: “Whatever's in the river, never fish it out.” I didn't listen. The next day, I fished a corpse out of the Yellow River. It smiled at me. Only then did I learn that the Shen family had been retrieving bodies for generations, not to recover the dead, but to guard something far more terrifying in the Yellow River. The River Crossing Register listed every rule the Shen family had to follow, but the more I read, the less sense they made: Why had no R —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 13 Tales of the Strange in Bluestone Alley 青石巷诡事录 [Supernatural] [Light Horror] [Episodic Stories] [Chinese Folk Customs] Deep in Qingzhou’s Qingshi Alley lies a ferry inn unknown to anyone. Its owner, Shen Du, exists beyond life and death. He has survived for a hundred years, all to dispel the obsessions of the departed. Behind every strange and uncanny event that comes to light are debts of humanity buried for a hundred years. A headsman’s rusty blade, a performer’s jade, salt smugglers bringing disaster, a canal guild’s water tokens, a night 3Reads—Score—Shelves
- 14 The Soul-Returning Ledger 还魂帐 On the seventh day after death, the dead return to settle their debts. Funeral director Shen Yantian was born with the ability to see accounts. He audits, weighs, and settles accounts for the dead, at the cost of pawning a memory each time. Until he discovers that the account for the fire that should have killed him three years ago is blank. Someone died in his place. This is my first novel, so the plot moves a little quickly at the beginning. It gets better later on. Thank you for your understa 10Reads—Score185Shelves
- 15 Tales of the Strange 聊斋那些事 Have you ever heard of a plain-language version of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio? A scholar spends the night in an abandoned house and is welcomed into a beautiful woman's arms, only to discover that her face is a painted skin. A poor young man finds a fox. The fox says, “I’ll marry you, but you must never look at my tail.” At the mass graves outside town, someone tells stories every night. Anyone who listens disappears the next day. Don’t be afraid. These are all stories passed down by ou 3Reads—Score—Shelves
- 16 Strange Tales: Paper Money 诡异杂谈之纸钱 Weird Tales: Paper Money 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 17 Ghost Ship in the Deep Sea: Witness to the Dead's Obsessions 深海幽灵邮轮：我见证死者的执念 Even kind ghosts can lie, and evil humans can be worse than demons. A luxury cruise ship that vanished without a trace more than twenty years ago drifts across an otherworldly sea, cut off from the rest of the world. Aboard are pitiful ghosts who cannot let go of the people they loved, and evil spirits willing to descend into darkness in pursuit of eternal life. Travel between the world of the living and the ghost ship, fulfill the dead’s final wishes, and search for a missing father. Disappeara 5Reads—Score—Shelves
- 18 I’m the Zombie King, Forced to Livestream Sales 我，僵尸王，被迫直播带货 My name is Ying Gou, the last Zombie King. On my first day awake, a gaming-addicted kid beat me up. On the second, a stray dog chased me for three whole blocks. On the third, someone paid me fifty yuan to dress up as a zombie. Later, I became the hottest paranormal streamer on the internet. Then ancient demons broke free from their seals, and the human world stood on the brink of disaster. Standing before the ruins, I started a livestream: “Folks, stop sending rockets. This time, I’m fighting fo 19Reads—Score—Shelves
- 19 After the Gods Die, They Ask Me to Carve Their Tombstones 神明死后，请我替祂刻碑 The laws of Great Zhao state: Gods do not die. They merely return to their rightful place. But after Qin Sheng joined the Divine Sealing Bureau, every god he heard was begging him to grant them death. For three hundred years, Qingyang County had worshipped the Green Lantern Lady. Legend said that as long as her lamp stayed lit, disease would never enter. But when Qin Sheng split open the statue, he saw a woman pinned inside its clay body with copper nails. She was not the Green Lantern Lady. Her 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 20 The Empty Apartment Next Door 没人住的隔壁 The Unoccupied Apartment Next Door 2Reads—Score—Shelves
- 21 Watching People Through a Crack in the Door 《门缝看人》 The Eye at the Door Crack 2Reads—Score—Shelves
- 22 Ten Lifetimes of Reincarnation: The Bottom-Ranked Outer Disciple Strikes Back 十世轮回，外门倒数的我杀回来了 Shen Zhuye’s family owned the last incense and candle shop in Qingxi Town. One day, he opened the account book and found three words on the final page that hadn’t been there before: One Question Owed. The words in the account book could ask questions on their own. That night, someone knocked at the door. The food delivery was half a bag of pond mud. As a chill crept in through the crack beneath the door, a man in white shielded him from disaster and spoke eight words: You have one year left to 190Reads—Score143Shelves
- 23 Strange Tales of Tomb Raiding in the Southern School 南派盗墓异事 [Real Tomb Raiding + No AI] My name is Zhou Quan, and I'm from Guangxi. Here I recount the supernatural and bizarre events that really happened during my tomb-raiding adventures. I've read a few web novels in my spare time, and it seems AI-written web novels are everywhere these days. I want to tell this story from the perspective of someone who was actually there, as a record of things past. 4Reads—Score—Shelves
- 24 Darling? Darling! 亲爱的？亲爱的！ Welcome, everyone, to our Loving Family The blurb can't show off my charm, so just read Chapter One. I'm a new author, and the earlier chapters aren't very good. Please bear with me. I'll try to wrap up the instances quickly and just write romance in the real world instead. I'll be making major revisions to the earlier chapters. Updates will probably come gradually, with around 200,000 words in total. The earlier chapters really aren't good. Start reading from Chapter 60 onward. The earlier part 2Reads—Score—Shelves
- 25 Life at a Crossroads 岔路人生 If you could truly live your life over again, would you regret the choices you made? Shen Que never imagined there could be a real answer to that question. That day, the subway stopped at 5:42 p.m. Two people with the same name and the same face, each having lived through twenty-seven years that were almost, but not quite, the same, appeared before him at once. Only then did he learn the truth: Every truly important choice could allow another version of your life to keep going. They weren' —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 26 Cultivating Buddhism and Taoism, I Befriend the Paranormal 佛道双修我与诡异为伍 No System, no harem, no goody-two-shoes protagonist, and either one or two heroines. Fresh out of college, Chen Xiao scraped by delivering takeout in his spare time. One night, he accidentally crossed paths with something unclean, and from then on, evil spirits clung to him relentlessly. Strange events kept happening, and misfortune followed him everywhere. On the road, he ran into a ragged wandering monk. Unable to turn a blind eye, Chen Xiao gave him a little help. He never imagined that this 5Reads—Score—Shelves
- 27 Heed My Command! Summon a Hundred Thousand Ghost Soldiers to Restore the Underworld 听我号令！速召十万阴兵重振地府 The realms of yin and yang are intertwined: there is yang within yin, and yin within yang. In ancient times, Gonggong fought Zhuanxu for the throne and died after ramming Mount Buzhou in a fit of rage. His deep resentment turned him into a fierce ghost who took on the appearance of Emperor Fengdu and seized the throne. He erased Emperor Fengdu's memories, then reincarnated in the mortal world as Wu Jun. He also transformed two trusted fierce ghosts into King Biancheng and King Taishan, who took 13Reads6.7Score—Shelves
- 28 I'm Broke, Why Should I Be Afraid of Ghosts? 我穷鬼，岂会怕鬼？ [Goofy] [Funny] [Irreverent] [Mystery] [Supernatural] [Hop in] [No System] [A fish that slipped through nine years of compulsory education] Wang Ling landed a job paying 18,000 yuan a month as a security guard at a private hospital. On his first day, he was left completely stunned! Each floor of the hospital's inpatient wing had a special passage enshrining one of the underworld's yin deities. The morgue even had butcher's knives inexplicably lying around. Wang Ling put up with all of that. Then 4Reads—Score—Shelves
- 29 I Tamed the Paranormal 我把诡异收服了 Born with ghostly eyes, I share a desk with the City Lord of the Underworld. A vengeful female ghost wants me to kiss her, I take in a powerful underworld enforcer, and a princess from a thousand years ago swears an oath with me. Onstage, they sing of sorrow and grief. Beneath the stage, I capture every kind of evil. My name is Zhang Qiang. Watch me run rampant through the Underworld! —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 30 Reading Memories 窥视记忆 Chen Yuan’s life followed a routine precise to the minute: he woke at the same time every morning, every object was placed with millimeter accuracy, and everything had adhered to the same order for five years. Until one morning, the routine began to go wrong. His cup was two centimeters out of place, the coffee machine’s settings had been altered, and the familiar cityscape was completely askew. In his orderly world, these tiny anomalies were cracks hinting at a far deeper collapse. At the cent —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 31 Going Out? 出门？ [Get out and take a walk. It's time to step outside. Maybe the world beyond the door is wider?] Death is the only way out. Resurrection is a deeper cage. They fall from the void into a prison, each bearing fragments of their own lives: the exhaustion and madness of being worked to the bone, shackles woven from money and morality, the self suffocating beneath marriage, the crushing weight of a perfect education, and repression hidden behind a gentle facade. The only remaining lighthouse points to 1Reads7.2Score—Shelves
- 32 When the Nursery Rhyme Begins, Close Your Eyes 童谣响起，请闭眼 At 12:17 a.m., audio restoration specialist Mo Feiyue hears his own name on a children's recording from 1998. On the tape, the children are singing "Drop the Handkerchief." But at the very end, a girl's voice suddenly joins in. "Mo Feiyue, why haven't you come yet?" The next second, his phone lights up on its own. [First Nursery Rhyme Realm: Drop the Handkerchief] [Before dawn, find the person who wasn't mentioned in the nursery rhyme.] From that day on, Mo Feiyue discovers that the familiar nur 3.6kReads—Score1.3kShelves
- 33 Peering into Immortality: The Eye That Sees Through Illusions 窥仙：破妄之眼 Gu Xian, a college student, never imagined that his closest roommate would vanish completely from everyone's memories overnight. His classmates don't remember him, he's missing from the photos, and even their social media history has been erased. Gu Xian is the only person in the world who remembers that he ever existed. At that moment, a pale blue-white light blazed in Gu Xian's eyes. He saw another face of the world: the hidden realm of cultivation, concealed beneath ordinary cities and foreve —Reads—Score182Shelves
- 34 The Eye Beneath the Earth 入地眼 I was just seven when I crawled out of the tomb. Much later, when I looked back on it, it seemed as if everything had been arranged by fate. Perhaps from that very moment, it was predestined that I, who had crawled out of that tomb, would embark on an adventurous, mysterious, and utterly bizarre legendary journey. The dragon stirs, and the land is shaken! 1.4kReads8.6Score131Shelves
- 35 I’ll Salvage Anything, Never Expected to Haul Up… 什么都捞，没想过打捞上来… I'll salvage anything. I never expected to haul up... 2Reads—Score—Shelves
- 36 The Uncanny Cinema: I Can't Even Die, So What Do I Have to Fear? 诡异影院：我都死不了，还怕什么 Wu Xu entered the Curtain Prison World expecting to tread carefully, as if walking on thin ice. He was terrified he might lose his life at any moment. But then, suddenly, he discovered that he was, damn it, actually immortal! And he could even devour the abilities of the uncanny. Friend: Wait, why are you so hard to kill? Colleague: Brother Xu, are you free tonight? No one's home, and I'd like to ask you how to survive in the Curtain Prison. Actress: Wu Xu, where are you? I want to give you my p 67Reads—Score—Shelves
- 37 The Great Yong's Number One Thief Catcher 大雍第一贼捕 In the Great Yong Dynasty, he had the most valuable pair of hands. There was nothing he couldn't steal: secret palace artifacts, masterpieces by renowned artists, even sealed chambers. That is, until a female constable caught him red-handed at a crime scene one night. The day after the shackles went on, the authorities offered him a way out: solve cases to atone for his crimes. The merit-and-penalty ring on his wrist recorded each case he solved. Every time he used his borrowed authority, anothe 39Reads—Score—Shelves
- 38 Folk Feng Shui Taboos: I Can Expose Life-or-Death Traps 民间风水禁忌：我能点破生死局 He can see at a glance the deadly traps hidden in homes and burial grounds, but he never dares speak up. Every taboo he exposes costs someone a life. Until the night he revealed the “blood coffin crushing the pulse” to save an orphan girl. Seven people in the village died violent deaths, and with their dying breath, they all pointed at him: “It was you... You should have died long ago.” The truth was, he wasn’t a feng shui master at all. He was the “Life-Substitution Judge,” chosen by the ancien —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 39 Village Tales of the Chosen One 乡村怪谈之天命人 Programmer Wu Jie possesses the ancestral “Truth-Piercing Eye” and is forced to return to the isolated mountain village of Shoushan to inherit his family home. By day, the village seems perfectly normal, but at night it is shrouded in eerie taboos. Every night beneath the old locust tree at the village entrance, a woman in red appears and asks, “Am I more like a human or a god?” Anyone who answers incorrectly either dies or goes mad. While the villagers tremble and obey rules that have been foll 2Reads—Score—Shelves
- 40 The Last City God: Turning the Taboo on Its Head in Mountain City 末代城隍：我在山城逆转禁忌 Three years after his grandfather went missing, Shen Shu, who films videos about intangible cultural heritage, found a sheet of yellow paper in an old trunk. It bore just one sentence: Don’t go to the Old Stone Bridge. But his camera had already captured a white figure beneath the bridge. From that night on, the old rules of the mountain city, torn down, forgotten, and exploited for profit, came looking for him one by one. Shen Shu could see taboos others couldn’t, and even reverse them. But eve 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 41 Yin-Yang Collector 阴阳收敛师 Gu Changan was just an undertaker at a funeral home in Jiangcheng, with the ability to see the deceased’s final day whenever he touched them. He had thought his job was simply to tidy the dead and see them through the last leg of their lives. But a series of old cases made him realize that not every restless spirit was born from resentment. Someone was secretly severing the paths of the dead, altering causes of death, and erasing names, turning the deceased into malevolent ghosts wandering among 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 42 The Third World You Don't Know 你不知道的第三世界 Have you ever doubted the world you see with your own eyes? Have you ever experienced a supernatural event? Are you curious about unknown creatures? Open this book and step into the mysterious, unknown Third World! 838Reads6.6Score102Shelves
- 43 The Sinful Eye 罪业视界 The people they're hunting aren't the killers, but the dead. There's a rumor at the local police station that no one dares discuss openly: retired veteran detective Yan Mingguo can see the "sins" people carry. Faced with the baffling "Red-Clad Bride Serial Murder Case," rookie officer Lin Fan knocks on Yan Mingguo's battered iron door, having run out of options. After touching the evidence, the old man delivers a chilling verdict: "The killer isn't human..." "But it isn't a ghost, either." He —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 44 Tomb Raiding: The Zhang Family's Secret Legacy 盗墓：张家密传 “Plum Blossom Six-Line Divination: distinguish yin from yang and determine the Eight Trigrams. Sixty-four hexagrams, each one different. It’s not that you can’t see clearly, it’s that you don’t want to...” A curse spanning a thousand years. A “game of chess” painstakingly plotted by generations. A man seeking to defy the will of Heaven... —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 45 Six Relics to Banish Evil 六器渡邪 On a stormy night, the evil box passed down through my family shattered on its own, and I became a wanted fugitive accused of several murders. My only chance of survival was to recover the six cursed artifacts scattered across the Lin family. But they weren't treasures. They were instruments of torture, each one imprisoning the soul of someone our ancestors had tortured into becoming an artifact. Soul-harvesting rice from the Hungry Ghost Realm, a mending needle used to sew together a hundred —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 46 Match-Three Apocalypse: I Predict the End of the World Through Tile-Matching 消了个消：我靠消消乐末日预言 [Infinite Flow] [Rule Horror] [Mystery and Mind-Bending] [Supernatural] [No Female Lead] [Not a Saint] [Transmigrating Between Worlds] [Gods] “Your world is on the verge of collapse.” Qiao Yi, who called himself a gaming genius, opened the wildly popular match-three game and cleared a level. Just as he finished the first one, these words suddenly appeared before his eyes. Qiao Yi thought nothing of it, until “Are you talking about someone like me?” The middle-aged man before him gave an eerie sm 5Reads8.8Score—Shelves
- 47 You Want Me to Catch Ghosts? 你让我去抓鬼？ My name is Lin Fan. I'm twenty-two, and I graduated with a college diploma in marketing. While other graduates had job offers in hand and were charging ahead, I graduated straight into a pit of misery. I was two months behind on rent, my pockets were emptier than my face was clean, and my only possession was a beat-up electric scooter that clanked at the slightest touch and looked ready to fall apart at any moment. Five yuan per delivery. I raced around in the wind and sun, but I couldn't plug t 41Reads—Score215Shelves
- 48 My Mother-in-Law Used Dark Tricks to Force Me Out of the House, So I Let the Whole Village Hear My Late Husband's Last Words 婆婆放阴逼我让房，我让全村听见亡夫遗言 My mother-in-law used shady tricks to force me out of the house. I made the whole village hear my late husband's final words 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 49 Coffin Shop No. 444 棺材铺444号 In the vast north stands an old town forgotten by time and snow: Qishan Town. At its eastern end is a shop older than the town itself. It has no sign, but everyone knows its address: 444. It is a coffin shop. The Lin family coffin shop has been passed down for 347 years. Its keeper has always been the sole heir of each generation, and every one has obeyed a strict rule: close the doors at sunset; if someone knocks at midnight, do not answer if they are alive. They say answering will awaken thin 11Reads—Score—Shelves
- 50 The Tomb-Keeper's Shaman Boy 守陵巫童 My name is Shen Yan, the lowliest tomb-guarding shaman boy on Mount Cangwu. A vengeful spirit in white bit my neck, leaving behind a black, snake-shaped mark. She said I had forty-nine days left to live. I thought that was as bad as things could get. Until my fellow disciples sold me out, and the tomb warden sealed off the mountain to hunt me down. Until the remnant soul of a Martial Emperor, who had slept beneath the earth for a thousand years, began coveting my cinnabar-bloodline body. One w 2Reads—Score—Shelves
