
Road of the Dead Prequel: The Golden Dice
亡者之路前传:黄金之骰
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- Ongoing
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- 1.4M Words
- Genre
- Suspense Mystery
- Subgenre
- Horror Suspense
- Updated
- 3y ago
- English
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This book was difficult to write, but it's of high quality.
Come on.
I've come to visit and learn. I wish you a speedy path to mastery. Feel free to visit me back when you have time. Let's progress together, provide feedback and exchange ideas. I wish your work great success.
Come on.
I admire the master's top-notch work.
Several childhood memories evoked by Xiao Rui were indeed quite interesting, and I also felt that they were true stories that couldn't be portrayed so vividly and realistically through imagination.
I can understand the entire English part of the epilogue!!!
This book is extremely interesting.
Climbing high, I gaze upon the four seas. How vast and boundless is heaven and earth! Frost blankets all things in autumn. The wind blows, chilling the desolate wilderness. Glory and wealth flow eastward like water. All things are but waves. The sun's radiance is obscured by the passing clouds. Swallows nest in the paulownia tree. Mandarin ducks and phoenixes perch on the thorny thicket. Let us return to our former lives. The traveler's journey is difficult.
Golden July and August. Willows in the palace, golden branches. Whose son wears the green turban? A frivolous pearl seller. Returning home drunk at dusk. A white horse gallops proudly. His spirit is admired by all. Time for revelry. Ziyun, oblivious to worldly affairs. Late in life, he presents his poem to Changyang. His talent is realized, but he is already old. His hair is black as grass, his temples white as silk. His suicide by jumping from the pavilion is truly admirable. But for such people, he is respected.
May the new January be prosperous and vibrant!
Reading your writing always gives me a cyberpunk vibe... A stream-of-consciousness writer.