Strange Tales of the Republic

Brother, don't raise me. If you raise me again, you'll have to raise me.

It's been a long time since I've seen this kind of traditional supernatural novel. Now, if it's not the kind of weirdness coming, there are also fictional novels based on the Uncle Nine series of movies, and then there are the new media novels, which are full of gimmicks at the beginning, but then are mediocre folk culture. There's a lot of interesting stuff, and the atmosphere is well described. The author must keep writing it.

Not enough, not enough

Lao Liu

{"TopicId":"847235287436099584","TopicName":"New Book Trial Reading"} Rhythmic knocking on the door, strange suicidal monk , ridiculous scenes of dancing gods, strange stand-ins, mysterious watchmen, magical soul-destroying flags, immortals, Buddhas, Taoists... This article tells us supernatural stories full of folk culture in a eloquent tone. [Work information]: [Book title]: Spicy Xianerxiang [Author]: Bao Dan is not an egg [Label]: Folk suspense, supernatural [Status]: 46,000 words in serialization [Recommendation Index]: 🌟🌟🌟🌟 [Author Introduction]: A new author, a very unique author. If you don't have a copy of the new book issue, it's easy to send it. Thank you for your support. [Reason for recommendation]: The scene creation is fascinating. When describing supernatural scenes, the author is good at using a human perspective to describe the weird and terrifying scenes vividly and horrifyingly, making people feel immersed in the story when watching it. The author has profound language skills. It is written very much like a folk supernatural story. It looks very casual when written, but there is a mystery hidden in each sentence, and there is a rhyme from time to time. The author throws out a lot of settings and folk customs at the beginning, and there is a lot of interesting information! I haven't read many novels of this type before, so I can't quite get into it, but I still have a certain threshold for reading. [Recommended Group]: Recommended for those who like supernatural genres, are interested in folklore anecdotes, and like to see the protagonist without a golden finger. [Pictures]: Pictures and text have nothing to do with it

The work is complicated

…， You have also seen that there are not many words at present, and there is still a lot of plot that has not been developed, so I can only talk about it with a slightly new idea... It is very interesting! This is the conclusion, just jump in and it's over. There are currently two protagonists, but they are not at all peace-keeping. One is a master and the other is a master. The main protagonist's killing method is out of line. You can also see the fate of one immortal and three asuras. I will not offend others unless they offend me. I will kill you if someone offends me. The deputy protagonist, the Bodhisattva mother-in-law, is a top student, who is responsible for censorship with the protagonist (laughing), and is responsible for the delicate work that a reckless person like the protagonist cannot handle. The two complement each other, they are upright and complement each other. They become an invincible gold medal partner. It is very good. Moreover, the protagonist is not the kind who loses his IQ when he gets the upper hand. The protagonist has a lot of tricks and is calm in the face of danger. It's great! The content of the article is too sophisticated. The author specifies that he has a side job. I am purely from the Northeast. I studied in Changchun, Jilin and Heilongjiang. I am also interested in folk customs. It is obvious that I am not as sophisticated as the author. The content is compact but not oppressive. The more you watch, the more you want to watch instead of being pushed by the plot. You take the initiative to explore on your own! So pretty! That's all for now. Let the author create a book club. I want to get to know the author. It would be nice to have a dinner date if we are close. The most important thing is that I am afraid of letting go of such a good book, so the author created a group! ! ! ! ! When the number of words increases, I may leave a long comment, it depends on the author!

This book is so damn good. 🥚Brother, do you have any other books?

If you don't accept it, do it.

"Is this how you wrote this manuscript? Rewrite it for me!" With an angry voice, Kang Muang returned to his desk and looked at the city outside the window, which was brightly lit even at night. "Why do I always feel that all this is so incompatible with me? Forget about thinking about all that, hurry up and finish the revision before getting off work." Kang Muang shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, and continued to revise the manuscript. "The changes are finally completed." Kang Muang walked tiredly on the way home, rubbing his sore wrists. "Hey, brother, do you want some freshly made skewers?" Kang Muang turned around and saw a very wretched old man with a mustache and a mustache pushing a small cart selling barbecue. When he looked down, he saw some old barbecue carts with "Sandwich BBQ" hanging on them. "Huh? BBQ sandwich?" Kang Muang's mind was filled with work and he couldn't turn around. "Boss, are you toasting this with a sandwich?" "No, no, no, my kebabs and sandwiches have nothing to do with each other," the boss replied with a mouthful of fake mutton skewers. "Then why did you take this name?" Kang Muang was extremely confused. "Because he got this name because he sold kebabs at the same price as sandwiches." Kang Muang followed the voice and discovered that there was a young man squatting next to the car eating kebabs. "I'm suing you for defamation," the boss immediately retorted and even forgot to mention the mutton skewers. The young man seemed too lazy to argue with the boss, picked up a skewer and handed it to Kang Muang, "Lai Gen?" Kang Muang seemed a little unresponsive and just took the skewer honestly. "I see you look like a polite scum in glasses and tie. Do you want to have a drink with me?" The young man took out another bottle of beer from somewhere. Kang Muang looked at the beer in front of him and felt a little overwhelmed. "I saw the sad look on your face when you crossed the road. Why don't you drink some wheat juice to relax your frown." The young man invited Kang Muang with a bottle of wine. "Okay" Kang Muang took the bottle without saying a word, opened it and took a big gulp. Normally Kang Muang would never be like this, but today for some reason he looked down at the young man squatting there. For some reason, he had this unspeakable trust in him, as if he was the most trustworthy person for him. "Am I gay?" Kang Muang couldn't help but think in his mind, then shuddered and quickly drove away the thoughts in his mind. Then while drinking and chatting, Kang Muang learned that the young man's name was Zhao Sanyuan, and the uncle who made the skewers was Liu Mangfan. Zhao Sanyuan is a travel enthusiast who is currently preparing items for the next trip. According to him, life is so thrilling and exciting, which Kang Muang has never experienced. "I really want to see the places you mentioned," Kang Muang said blankly, looking at Zhao Sanyuan. Zhao Sanyuan looked at the already drunk Kang Muang and chuckled, "Okay, if you are not afraid of missing work, pack up and we will leave tomorrow." Faced with Zhao Sanyuan's teasing, Kang Muang didn't know whether it was because of the alcohol or the suppression of many years of work. Kang Muang stood up and said, "It's a deal, I've had enough of this class. I'll leave with you tomorrow. Even if you sell me my waist, I will follow you." Zhao Sanyuan started. She smiled helplessly, "Old Kang, can you please stop being so gay? Don't worry. I, Zhao Sanyuan, walk and sit upright. If you are willing to come with me, it's not too late for me to be happy." At this time, Zhao Sanyuan stretched out his fist towards Kang Muang. "Now that we have said this, we will be half-brothers after we fist bump." Before Zhao Sanyuan finished speaking, he bumped into Kang Muang's extended fist. The two looked at each other, then laughed and carried each other towards Kang Muang's house. They could vaguely hear words such as "My house is big, it's no problem to live in it directly" and it seemed that Kang Muang was going to write a book about their experiences in the future. Liu Mangfan was very happy to hear this, but then he remembered that neither of them had paid. Liu Mangfan immediately turned bitter and said, "Forget it, Zhao Sanyuan comes to my place to eat skewers every time he comes back from a trip. This time, I will just make a note of it for him and get double the amount." Liu Mangfan also put away the stall while constantly comforting himself.