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Behind every graveyard keeper, there are secrets that cannot be told! Every night at the cemetery, there are bizarre incidents! I'm a newspaper reporter, 28 years old, unmarried. On this day, I received an assignment to interview the Xitu Cemetery, which is more than a hundred kilometers away from the city. The person in charge of the cemetery was an old man with a goatee, surnamed Yang, known as Yang Beard. There were three grave guards under Yang Beard, two men and one...
Author: lit. thirteen-tailed fox..
BI'm He Wuyan. Introduce yourself? Ahem. Is a rich and powerful will eat will cook can also see the ghost of the ordinary people. Mysterious walking humanoid big ‘killer’ white boy; cold sweet like life gold medal bodyguard; charming has more than one ‘tail’ Su big beauty; cold will only make money to buy an island of uncle worship; have a golden fish tail cute little mermaids…&hel...
Author: croton seed, a strong pur..
BA high-intelligence criminal escapes from prison. Hong Sheng, a criminal who used butterflies to kill people bizarrely, escaped from prison on the day the court pronounced the death sentence, and Xiao Haiqing, a behaviorist, and Wang Jian, an expert in traces, then launched a thrilling manhunt. In the face of "physics, psychology, geology, anti-reconnaissance means" all proficient fugitives, Xiao Qinghai, Wang Jian and others repeatedly misjudgment ...... Xiao Haiqing's children were held hostage, ...
Author: Homoerotic Psychic Atmosp..
BTraveled to the zombie world of Lin Zhengying, the opening, the draw full-grade golden light spell. Full-grade Golden Light Mantra is strong and incomparable, and can transform thousands of sword qi to cut down ghosts and kill gods, and can cast steel and iron bones inside, so it can't be invaded by all laws. Divine lottery system, encompassing the heavens and the earth. “Ding! Congratulations on your drawing of the divine skill —— wind after the strange door! ” “ Ding! Congratulations on drawing the magic treasure —— Taiyi Whisk...
Author: Sugar Nine Sugar Nine..
BPlaying a game to catch a pen fairy, what kind of luck had she gotten? When she spoke to a male player, the ghost at her back emitted a ghostly cold air, freezing her teeth. Doing a quest, did not call on him, directly hung N times! This kind of messing up is countless Finally, Ming Gardenia finally couldn't take it anymore and opened her mouth to beg for forgiveness: pen fairy greatly, it's my fault for inviting you here, it's my fault for mentioning that kind of request, please let go of...
Author: Witchmonkey's Nine..
BWhere do people go after death? Definitely buried in the back of the Yin family, on the surface I'm a corpse collector, in reality I deal with ghosts, I bury your flesh, you work for me ......
Author: The man who holds the key..
BGhost Tattoo Synopsis: Note: This story is purely fictional, if there is any similarity, it is a coincidence, please do not link it to the events of real people. Years ago, if you had asked me if there were ghosts in this world. I would have answered firmly - no. And now if you ask me the same question. I would tell you that ghosts - are everywhere. Perhaps if you turn around, you will be able to see; death ...... is sometimes really just the beginning. A tattoo that changed my life and made me no longer ordinary. Catching corpses, descending heads, strange doors and hidden armor, these are treated as superstitious things. I have had close contact. A pair of eyes, insight into yin and yang, see through life and death of the red dust. A pair of hands, yellow handprints, endless karma. A mouth, iron mouth, can say the sky high yellow spring. Asked the teacher where? Answer: The master of Yinshan! .............................. .................. this
Author: Psychic 13...
BTrees attract fairies, acacia trees attract ghosts, the village to build an elementary school, toppled the village temple, felling hundreds of years old acacia trees, and spooky things came ......
Author: lit. half a son of a supe..
BI was born on a rainy day, my father was skinned after his death, my mother was buried under the Blackwater River, and my grandmother said I was born with the life of a stern spirit and came to claim my life. I was not treated well by the living all my life. But my master said I was the best heir to the trade because the dead loved me. I'm a folk shaver, the last of my line. A shaver, shaving the living, cutting off the future, saluting the dead, asking for luck or fortune.
Author: pistils and stamens..
BWhere the buildings tower, where the roads are labyrinthine, where the night is as bright as day, where all kinds of human beings live, depending on the city for their survival and becoming the driving force behind its functioning. But humans may not realize that for every building they build, for every viaduct they lay, for every extra light that stays on all night, how many natural environments are damaged, how many other creatures lose their homes, so that when they raise their heads, they can no longer see the familiar starry sky. People may never care where they go from here, but life is tenacious, and in order to survive they will force themselves to adapt to new environments, to human beings, to such a city. They live in this city either for good or for ill.