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 Duan Feizhuo stared nervously at the door. How long has the secret trading house been closed? It must have been closed since Uncle Joseph fell ill. Customers must be anxiously waiting during this time, right?
 So today...today...
 What if a customer comes? How does he know how to do business! It was his first time visiting this place today! How is he going to explain it? "I'm sorry, dear ladies and gentlemen, I'm the new owner of the trading house, and I'm just here to visit and learn, so you're wasting your time."—Those guests are all magicians! Will they turn him into a groundhog for being too disappointed?
 He wanted to turn the clock back to 12 o'clock and close the customer channel, but it was too late.
 Directly opposite the rosewood counter, at the end of the hall of the trading house stood a silver door.
 Faint human voices came from outside the closed door.
 "Oh my god, so this is the secret trading house! If it doesn't open again, I'll think the boss ran away with the money!"
 "He won't, my dear, he's an honest businessman. I remember when he opened for the last time, he said he was sick. He was probably treating his illness during this time."
 "Can a great mystic like him get sick?"
 "My dear, mystics are also mortals. It is in pursuit of immortality that we embark on this difficult road. Unless we truly understand this philosophy, we will be free from birth, old age, sickness and death."
 What happens if the customer channel is closed now? Will those customers who have already come to the trading house be stuck here?
 Duan Feizhu frantically checked the space under the counter, as if Joseph would hide there. But there was nothing under the counter except an iron box.
 By the way, those arcane philosophy books!
 Duan Feizhuo tried to open the leftmost drawer of the counter, only to see that it was full of large and small coins, 5 pounds and 2 pounds gold coins, new 1 shilling silver coins newly issued this year, 1 crown and half crown silver coins , mixed with a few old guineas. Tucked in a corner were bundles of ten-pound notes.
 Normally, he would have admired it ecstatically for a while, but now he just wants to curse a useless thing!
 He opened the middle drawer again, which contained a stack of papers, a bottle of ink and a pen.
 Desperately, he opened the rightmost drawer. There were several thick leather-bound books in it, which looked like they were very old, and there were still a lot of labels stuck inside.
 Duan Feizhuo took out the top one in ecstasy, and opened a page, only to see that it was filled with densely written words, and on the top it read
 "Muscat hand-woven blanket, made of subspecies golden red-crested falcon feathers, one corner is missing, caused by improper use by the original owner; fire-resistant and high-temperature resistant; purchase price 65 pounds; transaction price 185 pounds. Common features Under the light conditions, it emits a light blue light, with a luminosity level of 2."
 Duan Feizhuo looked back, and it turned out that this is an account book, which records all the products that his uncle has handled, and some of them are accompanied by photos. It is indeed very instructive for the owner of the trading house, but unfortunately it is of no value for the current emergency situation...
 More conversations came from outside the door. It is conceivable that eager customers found that the teleportation circle was back in operation, and they rushed into the trading house impatiently, wanting to see what new goods the long-lost owner of the trading house brought.
 "Joseph Chester, I have been tricked by you!"
 Duan Feizhuo smashed his fist at the golden clock, then held his hand and screamed, the pain was so painful that he almost burst into tears.
 He didn't want to get involved with the mystic at all!
 "Let me continue to run the trading house?" He gritted his teeth, and then showed a vengeful smile, "Okay, I will show you how to run it! Since you taught me that honesty is the first, dear 'uncle', then I Just tell them I don't know anything about esoteric philosophy. You can't blame me if the trading house goes under because of mismanagement, can you?"
 As long as the trading house goes bankrupt, he can confidently be a salted fish. You don't have to worry about how to run this place anymore, and you don't have to worry about what the night policeman will do if he finds out his identity. It's all done, once and for all!
 He grabbed the golden mask on the counter and covered his face.
 I don't know if it was his illusion, but this mask fits as if it was tailor-made.
 Miss Madeleine Clearwater had been in London from Dublin for more than a month.
 Ostensibly, she was visiting her godmother, Mrs Boyle. She was old enough to enter the world, so her parents sent her to London to ask Mrs. Boyle to guide her manners and act as her introducer. For a lady from a country gentry family, this arrangement is both traditional and appropriate.
 But in fact, Mrs. Boyle was not Madeleine's godmother at all. The widowed old woman at 17 Connaught Garden Street was actually Madeleine's mentor. Madeleine studied mystical philosophy from her—some people call it magic, but modern people generally believe that it is an esoteric subject that explores the hidden laws of the world, just like physics and chemistry used to be called natural philosophy.
 Mrs. Boyle is the best at spirits. Madeleine thought that after staying at 17 Connaught Garden Street, she would be able to learn to perform mysterious rituals, summon ghosts or demons, and talk to wisdom from other worlds. However, for a month, The instructor only asked her to do two kinds of homework over and over again—reading books and staring blankly at a piece of paper with a magic circle drawn on it.
 Of course, this is no ordinary paper. This piece of paper is the "key" to the secret trading house. All kinds of rare treasures are sold there, and occultists from all over the world gather to discuss esoteric philosophies. As long as the magic circle is turned on, no matter where you are, you can easily and conveniently enter the trading bank.
 Madeleine was originally unable to use the key. Mrs. Boyle said that each guest had a key, but could not lend it to others who did not have one, nor could it be revealed to others what the key was for, whether by speaking, writing, or gestures. Once this secret is revealed, they will die suddenly on the spot.
 However, Mrs. Boyle knew that Madeleine would be her apprentice, so the last time she visited the trading house, she asked the owner of the trading house to draw a key for Madeleine. When the trading house opens next time, Madeleine can go to the trading house to open her eyes.
 Madeleine had been looking forward to that day, but she waited and waited, but the magic circle did not change at all. Mrs. Boyle said that the trading house was supposed to be open at least once a week. She must have made a mistake, right?
 She carries that key with her every day and checks it every hour. Finally, on April 15th, the magic circle on the paper changed color, from the original black to a dark blue with shimmering light, just like adding silver foil to the blue ink.
 She happily took the paper to find Mrs. Boyle. The instructor immediately announced that it was time. Madeleine rushed into the bedroom and hurriedly changed into her best dress. When she returned to Mrs. Boyle's study, she found that the old woman had also put on a magnificent fur shawl she had never seen before, and a mask, as if she were going to a masquerade ball.
 "Come on, dear, you can wear it too." The old woman handed her a mask covered with feathers. "Everyone who enters the trading house must hide their identities to prevent the night police from infiltrating."
 Madeleine put on her mask and jumped into the circle. There was a whirlwind. When she regained her senses, she found herself standing on a landing, with a finely carved silver door standing in front of her, but it was tightly closed.
 And on the wall behind them was a beautiful tapestry, with a complex magic circle woven on it, exactly the same as the magic circle on that piece of paper.
 Some people had already arrived one step ahead of them, and they were all waiting outside the door.
 Everyone wears a mask, and the two masked figures closest to Madeleine remind her of executioners. An unknown man or woman wears the ornate mask of the Venetian carnival. A group of brightly dressed Turks yelled in a foreign language and wore wooden masks. There is also an oriental woman, with her hair tied in a high bun and rich ornaments, she looks like an exotic princess. Her mask is pure black, with patterns painted on her forehead.
 There was a humming and whispering all around, like moth wings beating against glass.
 Mrs. Boyle was used to such scenes, and stood aside dignifiedly and quietly. Madeleine couldn't stay idle, she stretched her neck and looked around.
 "Ma'am, why don't we go in?"
 "It's impolite to break into someone's house when it's not open."
 "Ma'am, what's downstairs?"
 "You can go and see, dear." Mrs. Boyle said with a smile, "but come back quickly."
 With the permission of his wife, Madeleine was as happy as a free bird, lifted her skirt and ran to the bottom of the stairs.
 To her great shock, a large group of people gathered downstairs. They clustered together on the landing, huddled and whispering. And Mrs. Boyle was among them!
 Madeleine glanced up and down—how could that be? She obviously went down one level, how could she return to the door of the trading house?
 "It's a circular staircase," explained Mrs. Boyle.
 "Amazing!"
 Just when Madeleine was about to walk up this wonderful staircase again, the door of the trading house creaked open.
 The customers who lingered outside the door for a long time cheered. Madeleine hurried to Mrs. Boyle, took her arm, and acted obediently.
 The one who opened the door was a young man wearing a golden mask. He is slender and strong, standing in the center of the trading house with a master-like attitude, staring at many customers.
 Contrary to the golden mask, he wore a simple and outdated coat, like a bumpkin from the country, in stark contrast to the colorful guests.
 But he can't be a bumpkin, can he? Madeleine thought. He must be the owner of the secret trading house. See how unhurried his posture is. One can only be so confident in one's own territory.
 He might be teasing us by dressing like this, because we're all all dressed up like we're going to the Queen's Invitation.
 Madeleine didn't know, but Duan Feizhuo, who was standing at the door, was thinking **** it, did he want to dress up so spectacularly? "Uncle Joseph" why don't you leave me some clothes?
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 In Victorian England, occult practitioners and the Nightmen Police, who hunted occult practitioners, were at odds and engaged in a fight to the death. Legend has it that one of the occult practitioners was a mysterious merchant who ran the world’s largest underground black market in the occult arts, offering a variety of rare treasures. Word says that the Nightmen have a newly appointed young detective whose decisive actions have solved many cases, and occult practitioners are terror-stricken hearing his name.
 Duan FeiZhou: Good, both are me.
 He transmigrated to this era because he accidentally clicked on an email titled “Congratulations on your million dollar inheritance” and confusingly agreed to join the Nightmen’s side to fight against the occult practitioners.
 Who knew that the next day he would inherit a mysterious inheritance from his uncle – the owner of the world’s most prominent black market of secret arts underground trading… This was a bit awkward.
 Duan FeiZhou decided to stay away from the strife to avoid falling off the horse and became a salted fish.
 On the one hand, crazy black market customers hope that the black market will close down as soon as possible. On the other hand, the Nightmen are negatively idle, hoping that he is quickly fired. However, the more he rushed customers, the more the business of the black market became red hot. The more negativity, the more he was promoted in the Nightmen.
 Seeing that the double-sided was becoming a bigger hassle, he was afraid his mask would fall off..
 The Scotland Yard’s NIghtmen Leader, code name Z, has white hair, blind eyes, mechanical prosthetics, metal spine, all from war damage; his hobby is hand-rolling cigars, and if he can not save the hostages, he will shoot them together with the criminals. His highest ideal in life is to exterminate all the occult practitioners in the world.
 He thought he had a heart of gold with a painful past, but step by step, he was impressed and conquered by the new young Nightman… He also reformed him.
 Until one day, he learned that the young man who tugged at his heartstrings was his lifelong enemy – the owner of the world’s largest underground black market for secret arts.
 Z: Oh well.
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 Qi Huan and Qu Jianshen grew up together since childhood, and even though Qu Jianshen had a face more handsome than any male star in the entertainment industry, she never had any other thoughts about him.
 She didn’t until she was told by her parents that they had been engaged by her grandfather’s generation.
 Qi Huan’s first thought was to refuse, but no one wanted to cancel a marriage contract made by the elders. So she asked her best friend to help her come up with ideas to make Qu Jianshen to refuse too, so that maybe her parents’ side will give up.
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 Song Jinxi really likes the abstinence overlord villain in a novel about a sadomasochistic president.
 The villain is handsome and indifferent, smarter than a demon, coldhearted and less lustful, and his aura is so cool that it makes one’s legs soft!
 A system is bound between them. She was told that the villain has blackened and wants to kill the male and female lead and destroy the world?
 The two-dimensional world is facing the danger of collapse, and Song Jinxi turns into a righteous fighter and transmigrates into the novel.
 The first time she transmigrated, the villain was still a little beanie and in order to save him, she sacrificed her life honorably.
 The second time she transmigrated, the villain grew into a young boy and in order to save him, she sacrificed her life again.
 The third time she transmigrated…she died again. 
 The three worst things of the villain’s childhood were avoided by her, but he still blackened and wants to destroy the world again?
 Song Jinxi transmigrated for the fourth time, but she did not expect to be caught by the villain as soon as she landed. 
 The villain that had grown into a tyrannical CEO, pressed the petite girl against the wall and whispered in her ear with a very dangerous voice:
 “If you dare to die again, I will let everyone in this world be buried with you.”
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 Luya transmigrated to a strange post-apocalyptic world.
 When she woke up, she found herself trapped inside a cage at a monster’s market, ready to be sold as fresh meat.
 In this world, monsters run rampant and humans are powerless. The era of civilization is over, and the remainder of humanity struggles on the verge of extinction.
 Dragons like humans very much, similar to how humans are fond of cats. Just before Luya was about to be butchered, an actual dragon bought Luya and carried her back to his lair.
 The first gift the dragon gave Luya was the human prince who had been turned into a dog by a warlock.
 Dragon: Now go cook and eat it.
 Luya: ???
 This is a crafting and technology-focused story. The heroine transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Starting from the dragon’s lair, she builds things from scratch, employs science, and helps mankind regain civilization and order.
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 When people are poor, they breathe wrong. 
 Ding, congratulations to the host, you will get a certain amount of money every time you breathe. 
 Ding, you get a spicy consumption card when you eat a crayfish with explosive taste. 
 Ding, your sleep quality is very high today. Gain energy + 20% of your daily buff. 
 Different Shenhao system, everything in life will bring surprises. 
 Coach, I want to learn to race!
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 In order to avoid marrying an old man from the neighboring county, she must run away. The first time she escaped, the general entered the city, and she rolled and fell in front of him, no, she kneeled in front of him (really not on purpose). The second time she escaped, the general came to visit her house, and the general caught her (he must have done it on purpose). The third time, she was bruised and battered, almost desperate, and he came galloping and took her into his arms. (He was very well-intentioned.) The general said, ” Although I do not want to hold a favor to you, it is true that you owe me a favor.” So?&nbsp;
 &nbsp;An Ruochen is unwilling to submit to fate and meets General Long three times when she runs away from home. She expects to get help from a powerful man, but she is involved in a secret conspiracy instead. Vicious family, a missing younger sister, a mysterious spy, and power struggles. An Ruochen becomes the key to solving the mysteries and becomes the core of General Long’s heart.&nbsp;
 One sentence synopsis: The right person at the right time changes everything.
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 Opening a broken Taoist temple, he obtained an outdoor live broadcast system, so he started a live broadcast, picked lingzhi, raised falcons, showed operations, and when he turned back, he realized that the whole world was watching him. 
 Participating in “Life to Live”, the audience: “Is This anchor is cultivating to immortality?” Participating in “Follow Master Bay to Adventure”, the fans: “This is not adventure, this is a vacation!” Later a reporter interviewed him, “Fans say you know martial arts, is that true?” “I don’t know any martial arts.” Said a red bird flying over, he jumped from a high platform of more than ten meters with a leap ……
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 From the author of Keyboard Immortal, 
 When the protagonist wakes up and finds that he has become Song Qingshu, he also discovers that this is a chaotic world that incorporates Jin Yong’s 14 novels.
 “Girl, your smile is so sweet!”
 “Madam, you smell so good!”
 The same characters placed in a different arena.
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 Framed by her so-called best friend and half-sister, Su Qianxun stumbled upon a strange man when she was making her escape. A strange man so handsome it looked as if his face was carved by the Gods, but with a heart as cold as stone. A wild and fiery night ensued, and ever since then, they embarked on a journey filled with passion, lust, conspiracy and treachery.
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 When that black bellied and domineering King Hades meets the reckless and bold orphan girl! Before people, he spoils her to the extent that everyone is jealous of. And behind people, he still spoils her, but in a different away. He ‘spoils’ her till she has a back pain, till she can’t feel her limbs, till she can only rest in bed for three days! Ruan Jiujiu yells to heaven: a**hole! Have you married a wife or hired a nanny? Do you have Oedipus complex?
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 Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear. 
 Although there is a lack of supplies and life was monotonous, this wasn’t what she was concerned about because she got a small personal interspatial space, which was stuffed with supplies, so temporarily there were no worries about her basic needs. 
 What she’s worried about is that if she remembers correctly, her three so-called sons will become big villains in the future, and their upright and cold dad will end up with an undeniable end. 
 Lin Qing He looked at the three future villain sons, the eldest who was only five years old, the second child was only three years old, and the third child was only one year old, and decided to give them half of a big white bun first… 
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 The traitor Gu Mang returned to his home kingdom again. Everyone rejoiced in his banishment. It was said the one who hated him most was his closest friend – the cold and stoic Young Master Mo.
 A rumour: Young Master Mo prepared three hundred and sixty-five methods of torture to try on Gu Mang, enough to play with him for a year without repetition.
 But what’s the truth then?
 Well the truth is even more unspeakable–
 Mo Xi’s identity: the most abstinent commander of the empire.
 His relationship with the traitor Gu Mang: they’d slept together before.
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 “It’s okay to fall in love; however, growing up in a single-parent family, I have no interest in marriage.” 
 “Damn! I’ve already said that I’m not getting married, why are you still taking this so seriously?” 
 “I’m sorry, last night I was drunk.”
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