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Books by The Departed Gazing at the Left Bank

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  1. Grandmaster of Lingnan 岭南宗师 Martial Arts & Cultivation1.3M WordsCompleted High ridges rise from the earth, while the western mountains stand magnificent through the ages. Facing the ocean, three rivers join their waters and flow for ten thousand years. The world is fickle, so show seven parts of feeling. Fists and feet have no eyes, so keep three parts of righteousness in your heart. Who can make sense of this bustling mortal world? An iron-boned, unyielding grandmaster. 22kHeat19kPopularity1.2kReaders
  2. The Prison Breaker 断狱 Historical2.9M WordsCompleted With brilliant wits, he cracks bizarre cases; with ingenuity, he clears wrongful convictions. A modern forensic examiner transmigrates to the end of the Southern Song dynasty. The upper classes revel in luxury while the common people struggle to survive. The world is in turmoil, strange murders and uncanny incidents abound, and human life is worth less than grass. Fate cuts like a sword. Come and see what I can do! 22kHeat470kPopularity1.5kReaders
  3. The Coffin Pusher 推棺 Historical2.5M WordsCompleted Why does the water clock run slow? The night that conceals every sin. Who snuffed out the glass lamp at midnight? Embroidered shoes stained with red clay. Whose blood has stained the peonies once more? On a night of torrential rain, some flee for their lives, while others spill blood. And I push open the heavy coffin lid, writing the eighth page of the corpse examination report. 21kHeat68kPopularity1.3kReaders
  4. Drunk Beneath the Mountains 醉卧江山 Historical2.5M WordsCompleted These are the best of times, and they are the worst of times. Some live beside the Qinhuai River, where songs and wine drown out the world’s troubles and red-sleeved beauties beckon from ten miles away, singing songs of the decadent Southern Chen across the river. Others live on battlefields shrouded in smoke, where barbarians batter at the passes by night and snow clings to their bows and blades, where they cling to life together, clutching their tattered robes. Su Mu came, saw, and lived throu 17kHeat470kPopularity1.3kReaders