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 The scarlet light kept flashing. Looking at the ferocious blood words on the screen, I was stunned for about ten seconds.
 How does this live streaming software know about the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop?
 A chill ran down my spine. Thinking of the woman's strange behavior during the day, I was startled and confused.
 However, I soon calmed down again.
 I heard that there is a behind-the-scenes team behind this live broadcast software, which uses various methods to create momentum and increase the attractiveness of the software.
 Since this software is called the Ghost Stories Live Room, it must also focus on weird and terrifying live broadcasts. The team behind the scenes should have recorded all the ghost stories in the city.
 Through the positioning system, as long as the mobile phone is close to one of the ghost talk locations, the corresponding live broadcast window will pop up like rogue software.
 Capture people's attention and attract traffic.
 This trick is indeed quite bluffing, and the interface of the software is also very scary. The faint of heart may be frightened.
 No, it's not that easy to bluff me.
 Smiling contemptuously, I pressed the No button.
 "Tip: 2 chances left."
 The ferocious blood word disappeared, the phone returned to calm, and only the icon like the missing photo frame remained on the screen.
 However, there is a black and white portrait of a person in the photo frame, which is really like a posthumous photo.
 This man's appearance looked very familiar.
 When I took a closer look, I was shocked.
 Isn’t this a photo of me?
 Damn it, when did this software upload my photos?
 I frowned and clicked on the icon, but the software couldn't be opened like it was during the day.
 After thinking about it, I felt that this rogue software must have secretly taken a photo of me while I was looking at my phone, and then put it on the icon.
 Shameless!
 In order to make money, you will do anything you can!
 "The idea is good, but the method is despicable and off-putting. The software is not stable enough. Bad review!"
 I threw the phone back into the drawer, yawned, and went back to my room to sleep.
 I don’t know why, but I felt very cold that night. On a hot day, I needed to cover myself with a thick quilt to barely sleep.
 When I woke up in the morning, my back hurt and my head was still groggy.
 "When did the bed become so hard?"
 I opened my eyes drowsily and was stunned.
 What came into view was not the familiar and old ceiling of the bedroom, but the gray sky divided into pieces by messy wires.
 At this time, I was sleeping on the street of the village in the city!
 Damn it, what's going on?
 I jumped up and looked around.
 At this time, it was just dawn, but there was no one on the narrow and dirty street. It was deserted everywhere, and there was an inexplicable eerie feeling.
 I was obviously sleeping in the shop last night, why are people on the street now?
 Moreover, my whole body was sore and my clothes were still stained with dust. It was obvious that I had slept on the floor for a long time.
 Sleepwalking?
 I've never had this problem!
 My heart was pounding, and I saw what seemed to be a dilapidated old house next to me. My body suddenly stiffened, and I subconsciously raised my head.
 Moving his eyes upward, there was a shaky rusty sign hanging on the door with several large faded characters on it.
 Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop!
 My heart tightened and I took a breath.
 Did I sleep all night at the door of the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop? !
 Cold sweat slid down my forehead, my mind was buzzing, and I was so frightened that I couldn't think straight for a moment.
 squeak——
 Suddenly, the hotel's dilapidated door opened a gap, and a thin, black hand grasped the door panel, trying to push the door open.
 I suddenly came to my senses and ran away as fast as I could.
 I walked through the village in the city in one breath, ran back to my shop, opened the rolling shutter door and got in.
 My heart was beating fast, and I lit a cigarette shiveringly. I took two deep puffs, but I still felt cold all over.
 I really have no memory at all of how I slept outside. The last memory I have of last night is that I fell asleep in bed covered with a quilt.
 It's scary enough to sleep on the street unknowingly in the middle of the night, but why not sleep in front of the Eight Immortals Bun Shop, just in case there is really something dirty or a perverted murderer there?
 I was so frightened that I didn't dare to think about it.
 What the hell is going on?
 Sleepwalking?
 I've never had this problem.
 Could it be that something happened?
 This is even more impossible. I've been in the shop these past few days and haven't encountered anything weird. The only customer was the mentally disturbed woman yesterday.
 Could it be
 "Boy, your hall is black and your eyes are dull. There will be a bloody disaster within three days!"
 At this time, a sudden voice sounded behind me, which startled me.
 I was so absorbed in thinking that I didn't notice that there was another person in the shop.
 "Damn lame, you are so startled, you want to scare me to death!" I knew without looking that the person coming was Wang Laizi, a colleague of this village in the city.
 He is about the same age as my father, so he is considered a senior, but he is not as good as me. I still have a store anyway, but he has no fixed place and can only set up a street stall. He is either kicked out by the urban management or beaten by customers.
 Because he never calculated accurately.
 Judging from how sneaky he was today, he probably ran into trouble again and came to my place to hide from trouble.
 "Boy, when I saw your face just now, you looked gloomy and full of misfortune. This is a very bad sign!" Cripple Wang was leaning on his broken crutch with a serious look on his face.
 I rolled my eyes.
 Are you trying to fool me with the same cliches you use when dealing with customers? I have only one word for him.
 "Gewuen!"
 "Although it is dangerous, it is not impossible to resolve it. Seeing that we have met each other, I will definitely not stand idly by."
 "I have no money!"
 "A meal is fine."
 Wang Laizi smiled cheekily.
 Unable to resist his persistence, I treated him to another breakfast.
 As if he hadn't eaten for three days, he ate three steamed buns in one go as if he was reincarnated from starvation, and his mouth was full of oil.
 After finishing his meal, Wang Laizi picked his teeth with satisfaction and placed a yellow talisman folded into a triangle on the folding table of the breakfast stall.
 "I, Old Wang, am a man of my word, and this talisman can help you eliminate disasters and solve problems!"
 I said disgustedly: "Old Wang, you are really good at business. You want to exchange for my three-cage steamed buns with just one broken talisman!"
 "Boy, don't blaspheme the talisman! Do you know the origin of this talisman?"
 "This is called the Soul-Suppressing Talisman. It was painted by Master Dedao who gathered the spiritual power of heaven and earth. It can suppress all demons and monsters in the world. It is rare in the world. I got it by chance. I have kept it for many years and will not let it go."
 Wang Laizi was so boastful that it would have sounded like that if it weren't for the vegetable leaves stuck on his teeth.
 The yellow talisman was full of oil stains, and it was unknown who was desecrating the talisman.
 But you can keep it and sell it back to customers, and you can make some money.
 I wrapped the yellow charm in toilet paper and put it in my pocket.
 "Boy, remember, you must wear it close to your body within three days!" Wang Laizi warned seriously and limped away with a cane.
 Being disturbed by Wang Laizi, the fear of last night was diluted.
 Because his fortune-telling has never been accurate. If he says something is going to happen, it must be okay.
 I must have been sleepwalking last night!
 I comforted myself like this, but I still felt a little uneasy. I opened the drawer and took out the black mobile phone to look at it.
 The tentacles were cold, and the black and white avatar on the live broadcast software looked at me expressionlessly.
 I clicked several times, but the software still cannot be opened.
 I put my phone back in the drawer and sat in the shop all day. Before a customer came to my door, it was getting dark.
 Late at night, I was still sleepless and worried that when I fell asleep, I would run into the street like I did last night. While he was turning around, the phone vibrated again.
 Buzz buzz——
 The rapid vibration was particularly harsh in the quiet shop.
 I jumped up excitedly.
 Flashing red light leaked from the cracks in the counter drawer.
 It’s that cell phone again!
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 There was a strange sound of chopping meat in the bun shop late at night, the passengers on the last train had the same face, and there was a man in a shroud wandering around on a cold rainy night... 
 The strange talk live broadcast room will take you deep into the unknown side of the world!
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 I am the sword.
 Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps. 
 Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps. 
 Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
 I am the sword, the sword is me, 
 On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.
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 "Black Technology Game City" "Other World Game Production" 
 A game city that connects all the worlds, quietly changing everything with games. 
 Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, and Zhou Yu led the troops to fight in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms 14", but their lord was... 
 Sun Quan shot Xu Sheng out of bounds and shouted arrogantly: "Anyone who invades our territory of Wu will be defeated by Sheng!" 
 Cao Cao raised the corner of his mouth, photographed Guan Yu, and pulled Liu Bei beside him with a smile: "Xuande, let's see if I, Wei Changyun, are brave?" 
 Liu Bei didn't say anything and silently took pictures of Xu You. The audience kept hearing: "Ah Hao! Ah Hao! Ah Hao!" 
 … 
 Mingjiao taught Zhang Wuji that he played "Double Together" four times and finally appeased the four people who had gotten into trouble because of playing "Break Up Kitchen". 
 … 
 Wei Xiaobao and Kangxi Xiao Xuanzi left the game room in despair, looked up at the sunny sky and murmured: "The sunshine is so dazzling~" 
 … 
 Jingtian, who had not yet walked out of Yong'an Dang, was playing "Legend of Sword and Fairy III" and shouted: "Am I a great hero? Haha! I am a great hero!" 
 … 
 Sun Wukong, who was pressed under the Wuzhi Mountain, was playing "Black Myth: Wukong" and shouted in pain: "Master! I can't tell the difference! I really can't tell the difference!" 
 … 
 There are also a large number of Soul series games that torture everyone equally, a large number of horror games that stimulate everyone's senses, and a large number of underworld games that test everyone's bottom line. 
 All in all, a game! Create happiness with heart (Uncle Ma extends his hand)!
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 Autumn of 1840. 
 The world is like a whale floating up, igniting a fire in the eyes of the boy. 
 A letter from more than ten miles away, a traveler from a foreign land, and several wonderful and fantastic stories. 
 Ritualists, strange objects, alien species, invisible techniques; 
 Cursed secret texts, pointy-eared cats and dragons, little people under the floor, castles walking in dreams; 
 Science and mystery, fantasy and reality. 
 The boy tapped his cane, staggered with the times, and his black hair flew and melted in the laughter behind him: 
 "Those who are against us are bad guys!" 
 The monsters said. 
 ———— 
 This book is also known as: "The end of mysticism is probably afternoon tea", "My sect members are not quite right" 
 Keywords: Victorian fantasy, mysticism, esotericism, cat people's daily life
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 Growing up with eccentric materialist parents who left him in the care of his grandfather for a job overseas, Zhang Heng had learned to adapt and be unfettered by the oddities and challenges in life. But he would soon learn the baffling truth about the world he thought he knew when one day at midnight time froze and he found himself in a world so quiet and still it was deafening. That night, he discovered that he had 24 hours more than everybody else and thus, marked the beginning of his adventures. The mysteries surrounding his newfound ability only deepened when a strange old man claimed to have given Zhang Heng that ‘gift of time’ and recruited the young man to participate in a cryptic ‘life-changing’ game on his behalf. Little did Zhang Heng know that accepting those terms meant embroiling himself in many versions of reality and exposing himself to the hidden secrets of the world—a decision he could never undo.
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 ("Is High Inspiration Wrong in the Mysterious World?", Mystery + Cthulhu + Investigator Detective) 
 Bathed in the bloody moonlight, listening to the whispers of the ancient gods, 
 The time traveler walks into this new world full of steam and steel. 
 The twelve main gods sit on the throne, and the old rulers hide in memories. 
 Mystery from the dreamland, mysterious and unpredictable strange objects, magic potions in the new world, and secrets in the old world. 
 On the Victorian-style street, Lynch opened the door of the detective agency and fell into deep thought at the tentacles knocking on the door. 
 Is there any hope for too high inspiration? Waiting online, urgent.
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 Your Highness (Princess), please give us your advise.
 She is the 23rd century top miracle doctor, but harmed by the person she trusted the most overnight.
 Opening her eyes once again, her soul actually possessed the body of a small baby from a different world.
 A pair of bewitching, violet-coloured eyes and a head of violet-coloured hair.
 15 years later, a powerful and talented out-of-the-world beauty emerged.
 Countless men were attracted and competed to get her.
 Morever, there was also an overbearing, black-bellied man persistently bothering her, vowing to imprison her by his side.
 “Woman, you are mine.”
 She threw an icy glance at him, “Just you? Are you worthy?”
 She swore not to easily trust anyone anymore, no one can walk into her heart anymore.
 When the cold and strict black-bellied Emperor threw away his integrity to chase after the ruthless woman, and they butted head with each other strongly in every turn, what kind of sparks will be created between them?
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 That night, the delicate purple-eyed woman in a wedding dress sat on their bed as her husband observed her with a grin.
 "So,” he drawled, his voice wicked and magnetic, “I can't see my wife's face even on my wedding night?"
 "My lord has promised to fulfill my one wish," the woman commented, securing the veil that covered the lower half of her face with slightly trembling hands.
 He stared into her mysterious rare purple eyes. "May I ask, why such a wish?"
 She stared back at him. "My lord might not like to see ugly things.”
 He smirked and stepped towards her. "I never had a liking towards pretty things."
 Seren, the infamous daughter of the witch, and Drayce, the ruthless and vicious son of the Devil.
 No one had ever seen her face as the witches are meant to be ugly, but he was the one who never searched for beauty.
 She was cursed to never fall in love, but he wished to be the only man she would ever love.
 A cursed princess married off to the Devil's son to destroy his kingdom but the Devil's son had a different plan for her.
 The secret of her birth will be revealed only to lead the way to unleash the hidden powers inside her which no one can control.
 With the hidden dangers desiring her power, can Drayce and Seren protect one another or will the dakrness swallow them whole?
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 Civilization is destroyed and records lost. Only Dudian survives in a cryogenic sleep. Three hundred years later, Dudian wakes up and must become Dean to survive. Who can he trust in this world overrun by monsters without and within?
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 I am the inspector of life and death, time, and space. 
 But I prefer you to call me — Traveler. 
 This is the legend of a space-time traveler.
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 Therefore, according to legend:
 Demons can transform into adults, hide in the crowd, and choose people to eat.
 “I have drunk the wind, swallowed the sand, and wandered under the clouds.”
 Dianwei swallowed the gluttonous food, he became stronger again, and he lifted the billion catties of Meteor Chain Hammer in his hand, his eyes calm and distant.
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 This is a deep hell-like horror, this is an abyss without light, a world where no hope has been seen since birth, between the peculiar YES and NO, the shimmering light shimmers like a spark of fire, About to burn a prairie prairie… That is the dawn!
 Since the final future, the disappearance of the strongest wise man has brought about the changes in the pattern of the Lord God, everything… is in the dawn!
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 300 years after becoming a Demon King, the war angel Ansel faced a serious problem during a certain expedition.
 ——His halo grew out once again.
 Ansel picked an auspicious place that was definitely and absolutely unmanned, and while cursing, he simply and skillfully broke off the newly emerged angelic aperture.
 This thing was growing out faster and faster!
 When will his undercover mission end already?!
 The demon realm was divided and ruled by three kings. Demon King Saros was forced to go on an expedition with his sworn enemy, Ansel.
 One day, he noticed Ansel sneaking away from everyone.
 Saros decisively followed him, and was shocked to find that his sworn enemy, another demon king of the demon realm, took off a horn headband and fake bat wings. As Ansel cursed up and down, Saros watched as he skillfully removed a cute halo from his head.
 This irritable, easily angered guy who loves fighting; the type that was cute when he shuts up but could make even demons angered to the point of ascending to heaven the moment he opens his mouth…
 ..was actually an angel???
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