Twenty-six years ago, when I was born, someone had my fortune told and said that my destiny had an ominous element. In order to counteract this, my grandfather gave me a name to ward off the negative energy, and I became known as Shen La. Twenty years ago, at the age of six, I innocently encountered friends from that world. Four years ago, I, still a special forces soldier, became involved in a bizarre incident. I was pulled by fate into an organization called the Bureau of Folklore Affairs and Research and became an investigator. From that day on, my nightmare mode had already been activated. Two years ago, I was betrayed by a colleague, fell into a deep abyss, and became a vegetable until recently, when I finally woke up. Now, let me tell you the story of what has happened recently...
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Spring FeastRaising the noodle dish, playing with the important officials! The arrogant and oppressive Princess Li Huaiyu of Danyang, who has caused havoc in the court for eight years, has died. She died on the day of the new emperor's enthronement, with blood streaming from her seven orifices and a pitiful death scene. The officials celebrated, and the people rejoiced: evil begets evil! Good riddance to her! However, on the seventh day after her death, Princess Danyang's spirit possessed the body of the fourth young lady of the Bai household. What? This fourth young lady of Bai is a fool? Helpless and alone? And she's being forced into a marriage? Huaiyu slammed the table and stood up: "This is absolutely outrageous!" With her brilliant strategies and the help of countless others, she was determined to change the fate of this fool. As long as Princess Danyang is here, who would fear being unable to alter this fool's destiny? However, who could tell her why, by simply climbing over a wall, would she end up suppressing Prince Ziyan, Jiang Xuanjin? "Has His Majesty ever loved anyone?" "Yes." "How did he love her?" "At the beginning, he tried everything to make her suffer and despair." In the end, he exhausted all means, only wishing for her to achieve enlightenment and peace.
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District Nine.After the catastrophe, the land lay in ruins. There was a shortage of food, scarce resources, and a chaotic situation... A young man emerged from the planned area, facing the desolate wasteland, and ventured alone into District Nine to make a living. Unexpectedly, he encountered a small group of friends by chance, and with a slight change of mind, they rose to prominence in this turbulent era, embarking on a legendary journey... The martial world remained as treacherous as ever. The only designated WeChat public account — Pseudo Jie.
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Love comes after simulation.【Love Simulator, at your service】【The simulated content will be presented in the form of text and memory scenes】【The simulation process is divided into three stages: pursuit stage, honeymoon stage, unexpected affection stage】【After the simulation is over, a score and comments will be generated to help you reflect on this romance】【Click to continue】In Japan, Nan Yuxi received a message from all the readers. If you think "Love Comes After Simulation" is good, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in QQ groups and microblogs! w
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Transcending to become the caretaker AI of a lost civilization.What is the experience of being a transmigrated AI like? Li Wenyuan, who was hit by a meteor, successfully had a taste of this feeling. Luckily, he realized that the planet he was controlling... seemed to have a tiny bit of something special. "Precious living metal? Any random wall here is living metal!" "Zeelo? You said intelligent machines don't need this? Sorry..."
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Jumping the god'The Dance of the Great Spirit' originated from the Shamanistic culture of the black soil in Liaoyuan, Northeast China. It is a way of communicating between the living and the dead spirits. The official explanation is often attributed to feudal superstition, filled with mysterious folklore. Modern people rarely see it, but almost everyone has heard of it, as if this 'thing' is not so distant from us, yet not very close either. This feeling is like the story I am about to tell, which may have happened right next to you and me. This incident happened quite some time ago, and I hope to record it as a commemoration of the terrifying and eerie experiences that occurred during those familiar years. It also serves as a tribute to those individuals who should have existed only in superstition. So please, do not ask me about the truth of this story because, looking back, even I am not certain if all of it truly happened...
