
Ghost Stories Beneath the Moon
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- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 223k Words
- Genre
- Suspense Mystery
- Subgenre
- Folk Tales
- Updated
- 9y ago
- English
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The mysteriously vanished green hills...
Brother Qingshan, what's wrong with you lately?
Xiao Si came to visit, bringing with her the "Qiong Jing Fu".
Xiao Si came to visit, bringing with her the "Qiong Jing Fu".
Aoyama, you've defied the heavens! 200,000 Words! No way, you guys are all too terrifying... For me, compared to the ghost stories, Aoyama, you're the most terrifying!!!
"Rain Falls on Fragrance, Staining the Mortal World" - I've been here, paying my respects! (Respectfully yours)
"Rain Falls on Fragrance, Staining the Mortal World" - I've been here to pay my respects! I've read your excellent work!
I'm here~~~ Tomorrow I'll give you a~~~~ stamp~~~~ as~~~~~ support~~~~ Hehehe~~~~~ By the way~~~~~ could you please take a look at my novel~~~~ "The Mysterious Night"
Qingshan, actually, I think you authors who haven't entered any particular circle are like those powerless artists, eating instant noodles and busy making a living (or rather, writing novels?). I used to despise authors who promoted their work everywhere, but now, looking back, I realize how difficult it is for you. I write novels in my own circle of interest, and there are many peers like me, wandering in this circle, gaining many readers—I'm one of them. But it's just a circle, like a pond that holds a lot of rainwater, blending and mixing within it. But ultimately, we only grow by relying on this pond, unlike you rainwater that falls from the sky and lands on the ground. We rely on the pond, you rely on yourselves, which is truly difficult. Those famous authors are just like you, relying on themselves, step by step transforming themselves into large puddles, attracting many readers… Anyway, just keep working hard, I'll always be there for you…
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