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Corpse Fisherman from the Yellow River
Twenty years ago, I was adopted into a family of people who fished corpses from the Yellow River. Later, my adoptive father and mother passed away one after another, making me the only descendant of the people who fished for corpses. From then on, I was forced to go to a dead end and learn to fish out corpses. Whether it's an old corpse, a withered skeleton from the Republic of China, or an ancient corpse, I have to carry it out from the twelve ghost caves. Because I have no choice but to surviv
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The Fox Wife
A coffin that has not decayed in a hundred years, a female corpse whose face has not changed in over a decade; People have three heads and seven faces, while corpses have seven heads and three faces; But the one in my family's coffin is neither; Grandpa said, "Child, do you want a wife? If you do..." "That corpse will crawl out all by itself..."
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Nine Palaces Divine Aspects
I have lived with my grandma since I was a child. On the outside, she runs a business, but behind the scenes, she is a person who knows everything about people. Facing people and ghosts, you can do anything!
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The Ming Dynasty’s Finest Imperial Guard
Ming Dynasty, third year of the Wanli reign. The young emperor’s rule is uncertain, and undercurrents stir throughout the court and country. The struggle for the post of Grand Secretary, Japanese pirate raids in the southeast, and the crisis in Liaodong: a Little Ice Age is on its way. Lu Yi transmigrates into the body of a dismissed Imperial Brocade Guard, and gets caught up in the turmoil. Thus begins his glorious journey to command the empire’s Brocade Guards. The emperor’s special authority,
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Commoner Look
When looking at people, their heads are divided into seven parts and their faces are divided into three parts. I was born with a nemesis, a bad fate, a weak and sickly body, and my life was at stake. People in the village called me a life-seeker. When I was three years old, a crazy old beggar knocked on the door of my house and claimed to be the descendant of Lai Buyi. He took a drop of blood from the center of my eyebrow and said that how long I would live would depend on how long I could borro
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Qingyi Look
Folk arts are far from as simple as you see. When I was a child, my family was poor, so my father sent me to learn how to tie paper. From then on, a strange and bizarre world opened up!
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