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 It was May, and it was the hot season.
 Despite the scorching summer weather, the enthusiasm of the citizens of Leeds to go out on weekends was hard to stop. Unfortunately, the poor planning of the route by the Transport Department made the road a mess, and the dense traveling carriages and steam cars blocked the road.
 On this rare rest day, Mrs. Winster proposed a new satchel as a gift, making Miss Sophie selectively forget the unpleasantness of last night, and went shopping with her aunt early in the morning.
 Come to think of it, the method of "packaging" and curing all diseases can be effective in any era.
 "I should go too."
 After silently memorizing the time and location of the transaction in the advertisement corner of the "Leeds Daily", Tu Fu simply put on a black uniform and a brim hat and went out directly.
 The main purpose of his travel plan is to expand the monitoring map of Leeds, and by the way, investigate the identity of the buyers he has seen in the monitoring.
 Even from the perspective of cost performance, it is absolutely unwise to advertise low-income job recruitment in a newspaper with a huge advertising fee.
 In the special transaction process that was captured by monitoring in the alley last time, both parties who met both covered their faces in an attempt to conceal their identities, which showed that this transaction was extremely unusual.
 What's more, an innocent person died.
 "Even the way of telling the time and place is so complicated, it is certain that the goods are at least invisible."
 Tu Fu secretly pondered to extrapolate to this aspect.
 The other party mentioned that it was related to the extraordinary, but the government strictly prohibited the circulation of related items on the market in the name of disturbing social order for items related to occultism in memory.
 This made him equally interested in this transaction involving transcendence.
 After going out, Tu Fu stood on the bus platform as usual, waiting for the arrival of the punk horse-drawn train.
 Of course, he can also choose an independent car, and enjoy high-quality car service without stopping or crowding people.
 The price of an independent means of transportation is three times that of a "horse-drawn train", and it is even more expensive than taking a taxi before.
 As for taking the airship to the destination, let alone a limousine class, it is not a good choice for the cash-strapped Tu Fu.
 Until the giant iron beast came with its horseshoes, even if it was witnessed again, it would still be shocking.
 "Cross Street, Woodborough."
 Tu Fu told the coachman this street he was not familiar with.
 This was the address he secretly wrote down when he used surveillance to track down the mysterious buyer. The address was a little far away from Leeds Comprehensive College, and it happened to be outside the surveillance range.
 "8 kilometers, a total of 6 pence." The driver gave a precise answer, adding 1 pence per kilometer after the starting distance after three kilometers.
 "certainly."
 Tu Fu nodded with a smile, and stretched out his fair arm to pay the ticket seller from his already meager wallet.
 After getting in the car, Tu Fu carefully covered his pockets to make sure that the banknotes were still there, and showed a poor and satisfied smile.
 "At least I still have my hard-earned 3 crowns."
 It was the familiar bumpy road again. Fortunately, Tu Fu has gradually gotten used to this rhythm.
 And he discovered a little trick for riding, as long as he keeps the same shaking frequency as the carriage on bumpy roads, he can overcome the problem of motion sickness very well.
 Sure enough, the small beauty in life lies in careful discovery.
 ...
 Cross Street in the Wood District.
 This neighborhood in the northwest of Leeds is close to a remote location on the outskirts of the city.
 In my memory, it was specially used by the municipality as a base camp for refugees and homeless people in the past few years. The crime rate reached an astonishingly high level, and it is the most notorious community in Leeds.
 However, although the urban construction that Tu Fu saw when he arrived was not as prosperous as the Central Avenue, it was also well-equipped overall.
 It was a rest day, and the street was also very lively. After getting off the car, Tu Fu heard the cries of the shops next to the street one after another.
 "Chestnuts, the sweetest chestnuts in Leeds."
 "Freshly baked Eivor pie, delicious and crispy."
 "Delicious charcoal-grilled fish that will bite off your tongue. It is a hundred times more delicious than piranhas. It is a signature product of Liz."
 "Fangsheng Church brand drinking water is worthy of your trust."
 Businesses, large and small, are selling their products loudly on this festive day.
 And don't forget the tradition, what the church has done.
 In the lively crowd, the residents of this district always touch their purses habitually when they see some unfamiliar faces. Tu Fu also learned to carefully cover his pockets from time to time, watching the pedestrians passing by vigilantly...even though he has nothing money.
 The Wood District has never been short of pickpockets and swindlers who fish in troubled waters. Just as he saw, there were several unlucky people who had their pockets ripped open and their wallets easily stolen.
 According to Tu Fu's previous monitoring, the main members of the begging and theft groups in the city came from this area, especially the children who looked sallow and emaciated.
 They all carried out the theft in an organized and planned way, and finally all concentrated in the hands of a certain leader.
 Obviously these people come from the control of some street organization.
 To make matters worse, begging organizations even cut off their limbs and pretended to be disabled to win sympathy.
 In my memory, after Baia launched several wars against neighboring countries in recent years, a large number of refugees flooded in, causing many families to be torn apart, and due to inadequate policies or other reasons, countless children were homeless.
 These people are either begging or stealing, and they have been living on the streets like this.
 Until one day the body was found in a stinking ditch, just like what happened in that alley.
 "If I didn't have the protection of the Winster family, maybe I would be one of them."
 Tu Fu has always been grateful for this. Compared with the lonely boy who was the original owner, as an adult, he knows that the Winster family's attitude towards him, an outsider, is good enough.
 After nearly half an hour's journey, Tu Fu's eyes stopped at a snow-white three-story single-family house.
 32 Cross Street.
 That was the buyer's address, as I remembered it, and the address he was referring to was this upscale home stamped with the "Morton" surname.
 "Today is the day of the transaction, he should at least go out and get the money."
 Tu Fu was sure that the buyer would show up, so he decided to sit on a park seat not far away.
 While contemplating, he caught a glimpse of an elderly man wearing a gray-white jacket and gray temples lying on the seat next to him.
 "How many times do I have to say, overnight stays are not allowed here." A short man in the uniform of the city management office growled fiercely at the old gentleman.
 "Ahem... I understand what you said."
 The old man's physical condition was very poor, and the continuous coughing sound made him look very painful.
 After struggling to get up, he took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, but he couldn't light the match because of his trembling palms. The black smoke of saltpeter paper rose again and again and then went out again and again.
 "Maybe let me try."
 At this time, a white palm next to him took the matchbox, rubbed the two dexterous fingers lightly, and lit the saltpeter paper, and the crumpled cigarette butt ignited red dots.
 "Thank you...thank you for your kindness."
 The old gentleman nodded politely to the strange young man, who was Tu Fu who witnessed this incident. .
 "You're welcome."
 Tu Fu nodded slightly, "No rest is allowed here?"
 "They always say that homeless people will affect the appearance of the Wood District in Leeds." The old man repeated this sentence for countless times, "but I don't understand what is worth affecting here."
 "I remember that it was not like this a few years ago." In Tu Fu's memory, there was no cityscape in the Wood District, and it was already very strenuous just to survive.
 The old gentleman who was lighting a cigarette raised his trembling fingers, "This has something to do with the owner of that house."
 Tu Fu looked in the direction, and it happened to be the mansion of the mysterious buyer. He admired it from the bottom of his heart:
 "It looks really luxurious."
 "The Morton family is a well-known real estate developer in the Wood District, and this is just an insignificant property owned by his family." The old man's face wrinkled slightly, and he squeezed out a smile.
 "I guess he must be very rich." Tu Fu pretended to be surprised.
 "Of course, Mr. Morton is the most famous businessman in this area, and most of the land development rights for the entire Cross Street are in his hands."
 The old man bit his cigarette holder and took a puff of smoke with difficulty, "It's hard for you to imagine what kind of person he is, rich, shrewd, benevolent, these are just the labels attached to him by the outside world, and these praises are far less than his A heart of gold."
 Real estate developer, no wonder he is so rich... Tu Fu said without hesitation: "Can we talk? This may help my recent academic investigation on Wood District."
 The old man rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, "I'm actually a little busy now..."
 "I can totally understand that."
 Seeing the embarrassment of the other party, Tu Fu thought for a while and took the initiative to buy some pies and a pack of cigarettes from a nearby vendor, and handed them to the old man who lived in poverty, "This is as compensation for wasting time .”
 "You can call me Old John, and you can ask me anything about the Wood District. I grew up here since I was a child, and I am definitely the kindest person in this area. I am happy to help you."
 Old John had a smile on his face, very satisfied with the "sensible" approach of this enthusiastic young man.
 During the conversation, Tu Fu learned that Old John is now a laid-off worker, and was expelled as a typical example because he participated in the parade organized by the Workers' Union.
 Of course, there are laid-off workers like him all over Leeds.
 For the workers at the bottom, a serious illness, an injury, or an accident at any time is enough to make a happy family fall from heaven to hell in an instant.
 "You must know that the Wood District was previously used by the government as a refugee area for refugees and homeless people. There are refugees from abroad, criminals fleeing here, and some street organizations. Nothing is more troublesome than this damn outsider."
 "I can understand."
 Tu Fu is very touched by this. The large population migration from other countries naturally seizes the living space of the local people, and it is very normal to be hostile to each other.
 "But since Mr. Morton Henry and some investors came here, many things have changed, earth-shaking changes.
 Just like what they promised everyone, they want to completely solve the poverty problem here.
 After demolishing all the refugee camps with very gentle means, they obtained land development and use rights from the government and resettled the refugees.
 Later, many factories appeared in the Wood District, schools were built and hospitals were built. After the road was paved, buses were even introduced, which is the kind of carriage that you think is full of country bumpkins.
 After the number of these posts increased, many people were introduced, and now the buildings in Lianwood District are getting taller and taller.
 look,
 Even street lamps are installed on both sides of the road, which was something that was unimaginable in the past. "
 "I see." Tu Fu has been in Crescent Street for a long time, and he has never experienced the life of the lower class civilians. Naturally, he can't feel the shock of the residents of this community to the huge changes here.
 When Old John introduced the changes in urban construction to Tu Fu, his eyes shone with strange brilliance, and he was almost on the verge of tears: "Son, do you think Wood District has gotten better now that Mr. Morton arrived?"
 Tu Fu nodded approvingly: "Sounds like a great thing."
 "It's really good, really good."
 When Old John spoke, his eyes were red and sparkled with crystal clear light.
 Although the gray-haired old man in front of him is so tortured by life that he can't even see the next meal and where he will live tonight, it doesn't hinder the pride from his heart when he introduces the area where he grew up to others.
 take a look,
 what a beautiful city,
 This is where I grew up.
 Even though I'm not doing well, I'm very happy that my hometown can develop so well.
 Perhaps this is the only thing that the little man can show off to others.
 A few simple words pierced Tu Fu's heart, and now he felt guilty for trying to plot against the rich gentleman in the house.
 "But where did the refugees go?"
 Tu Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought that the begging children he saw just now did not look like they were placed in a good condition.
 Coincidentally, at this moment, a few young beggars on the street stopped at the door of the Morton family's mansion with papers in their hands, and they dared not knock on the door for a long time.
 "Ding dong~"
 After a while, an older boy hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to ring the doorbell.
 "Sir, you promised to give us the money."
 "It's you again?"
 Not long after, a butler-like figure in a suit and swallowtail came out angrily, holding a broom in his hand, as if he was planning to give money.
 After opening the door, they chased and beat them, frightening these little beggars to run away.
 "Go away, I'll warn you damn bedbugs one last time, don't come within ten miles of 'Morton's house, and I won't let you go if I catch you again."
 The housekeeper chased him all the way, until his hand hurt from the beating, and then he opened his mouth and cursed viciously at the backs of the group of beggars.
 "Mr. Morton is kind, and he hates poverty the most."
 Seeing Tu Fu's surprised gaze, Old John slowly opened his mouth to reveal his stained teeth, looked at the group of poor people who were driven away outside the mansion, and then squeezed out a mocking smile:
 "I can't even see the poor."
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 You were taken to another world by a ghost ship. 
 You are uneasy. 
 There are ravings in your ears, accompanied by weird bgm, you sing and dance rap in pain. 
 You pick up a magic lamp, and after making a wish, it says it’s just a lamp. 
 You are impoverished, and you swear by your personality that you made a deal with the devil, and in the end the devil was sold by you. 
 You are walking on the road, and you meet a down-and-out princess who is begging for a child with a lot of money, and you yell “Mom~” in the street out of the principle of helping others 
 In the middle of the night, you flipped through the pages of “Ten Thousand and One Nights” in your hand, and your excitement became stronger and stronger…
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 A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.
 Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.
 “M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!” “That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”
 But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.
 Prophetic dreams. The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.
 All I want is to be next to you.
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 Travel through a different world, a medieval feudal society. Start as the second son of a knight family, with a simple data panel, and move towards the road of empire. Train soldiers, forge weapons, build castles. Everything you need.
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 Su Zimo got a store called ‘Ayuyuyu.’
 Selling the goods in the store can increase his remaining life, but Su Zimo has to first go to the nightmare world to collect goods!
 Senior cannon fodder: Newcomer over there, put down the vase, put down the paper towels, put down A-Piao’s shoes! Run!!
 Shop: It’s ‘An Yu YiYu,’ not ‘Ayuyuyu’
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 If Ke Xun could do it again, he would have never left his house to go out and flirt with guys, even if it would mean getting beaten to death.
 Weren’t they supposed to have just been taking shelter from the rain in a museum and looking at some erot*c paintings while they were at it? Why…did they enter the world inside a painting?!
 Mu Yiran: Every single one of us is acting out a role in the painting.
 Ke Xun’s eyes lit up: How do we get into an erot*c painting?
 Mu Yiran gave him a long, drawn-out look: Shut your eyes and lie down.
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 Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with only his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.
 Translator’s desc:
 What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights?
 An awesome MC — that’s what happens!
 A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal.
 Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.
 You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye.
 Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*
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 The dead broke small streamer Zong Qi received a random message one day.
 Zong Qi: ? tr*sh commercial, deleted
 That night, he got pulled onto the set of a horror film and was informed that if he didn’t shoot it… He’ll die.
 He was lucky that the actors were all working as hard as they could, and the director only needed to stand around and watch the show.
 But because he had been given way too much, Zong Qi didn’t hesitate at all before making his own changes.
 Under his false identity was an ‘evil mastermind’ that fought with the actors on everything.
 The immoral things he’s done on set include but aren’t limited to–
 Personally putting makeup on the ghost, teaching actors how to mess and change the script, switching ‘sides’ at crucial times…
 People as arrogant as him usually don’t have good endings when their identities were revealed.
 What Zong Qi didn’t expect was that instead of the actors joining up for revenge, an unlucky bastard’s whose plans had been spoilt by him countless times appeared instead.
 The man took off his glasses, revealing a pair of closed eyes, his face beautiful and cold.
 The brush dipped in paint hooked past the young man’s neck, full of danger.
 “You dirtied my brush.”
 He smirked, drawling, “As punishment, I’ll dirty you.”
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 The world regained consciousness.
 It was surprised to find ‘little animals’ doing a lot of ‘unauthorised’ things on its body.
 At midnight, in the year of 2018, a voice appeared in the minds of all citizens: “Hello, parasites.”
 A reaper gong, who doesn’t like to talk and strikes once to hit ten VS a fake white lotus and river god shou, who pits to kill.
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 One day, while Lin Chen read a book, Xing Cong Lian said to him, “You’re a psychologist. Can you help me find out what kind of person is suitable for me to marry?”
 Lin Chen remembered telling him love was the most immeasurable thing in the world. Even psychologists couldn’t predict love, because its progress in two people’s lives had countless variables.
 What variables?
 Lin Chen thought, at the time, the first variable was: You’re just an ordinary police officer who liked eating crayfish at the stall with a bottle of beer. I didn’t know you were…
 Or: I didn’t know when I fell in love with you or when you fell in love with me.
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 There are five skills in Taoism: That is, spiritual practice, medical skills, numerology, anthroposcopy , and divination.
 As a Taoist doctor, Zhou Jinyuan can tell fortune and save lives.
 However, when a doctor can draw talismans and do alchemy, at the same time he is a very young… He has to prove himself is not a liar!
 …
 Zhou Jinyuan: Seeing a doctor? Wait for me to finish this talisman.
 Patient (panic face): ? ? I’m sorry that I disturbed you.
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 Readers usually see that within a story, every male god will have a special woman in his heart, his vermillion mark, his glittering moonlight…
 This person is definitely both beautiful and intelligent as well as good-natured. Only – for some reason, this person passed away early on, leaving an overwhelming sense of regret and agony for the male god, also tormenting the readers and causing them to forever be unable to forget her.
 Li Yuebai: Don’t cry, perhaps I can help somewhat.
 This book is called #A hundred and one methods to change the death ending#
 System: Ehem ehem, even though you don’t have a golden finger, you still possess a high IQ!
 Mind games! Brain hack! Straight path ahead!
 Enemies whatever, all dealt with!
 Schemes whatever, all destroyed!
 Consecutive victories… However, why the heck would I always be pushed down by the male lead, the boss, or the second male lead?
 Even realizing that they are all the same person at the end?
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 A collection of short stories featuring non-humans! 
 (Six novels that can be read independently with very different styles, just pick your favorite and read along.) 
 ① The King’s Pearl. Jiang Mian was adopted as a child by a professor whose life revolved around researching mermaids. After his father dies, Jian Mian is the sole person with this secretive research. When the research institute captures a ferocious mermaid, Jiang Mian becomes the only one who can get close enough to the imprisoned creature. 
 ② A God’s Marriage. When there’s no longer something to guard, the guardian gods will dissipate between heaven and earth. The sea otter was the guardian god worshipped by the Ice Sea people, but the new era was also full of new gods, and in the ancient sea otter clan, only one particularly large and white sea otter remained. 
 The big albino sea otter lived alone, wandered alone, and waited for the fated finale to come. Until one day, on the beach, it found a living sacrifice intended for a new god, covered in bruises. 
 The great sea otter: a wild pup from the sky! Now mine, quickly tucked away. 
 ③ Dark Sky Sanctuary. Yu Mengzhou is a professional horse farrier. He was born to be close to horses, and all the horses whose hooves he had repaired would put their big heads into his arms to be pampered. Until one day, Yu Mengzhou suddenly fell into a new world. 
 The demonic war horses of the other world were huge and lofty, with black flames burning around them, and the lords of the herd had just started a rebellion, tearing and devouring their former riders, and sizing up the frail humans who had fallen from the sky, baring their fierce fangs – Yu Mengzhou stared at the warhorse lord studded with th**ny bone thorns hooves, hesitated and spoke in a whisper, “Do you need to fix your hoof? Experience price… can be free of charge.” 
 ④ Utopia. Gu Xingqiao did not want to live. He was demoralized and lost everything, and there was no other sorrow or joy in this life. He finally fell into a disused battleship of unknown centuries. 
 After thousands of years of wandering and silence in the universe, the abyssal battleship finally found fresh prey again. He wanted to torture him, give him hope and then mercilessly deprived of all, He wanted to make the other party wail, cry, scream in despair! He … 
 […Uh, why don’t you run away?] 
 Gu Xingqiao: “Why, silly?” 
 ⑤ The Sepernt of Pharisee. Male Echidna x persistent human painter 
 ⑥ Inquire Here. Dragon carrying the evil of all worlds x human royal son who was sacrificed 
 One sentence synopsis: I love you, beyond the stars. 
 Intention: Love transcends everything.
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 Mortimer Zhu is an extremely unfortunate high school student who accidentally enrolls into an academy of a dubious nature, where it is the norm to jump in front of moving trains, get dismembered during orientation, and crushed by vindictive bouncing classrooms. Can he stay alive or will he die from the rigors of school? Why have evil spirits suddenly acquired a taste for his flesh?
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