"Don't go out after dark. There have been a lot of fake people showing up in the city lately," my brother—the infamous Rainy Night Butcher—warned with a serious expression.
"Your brother's right," Mom—the Original Fake Person—nodded with concern.
"Bro, can you pick me up after school? I’m a little scared." My little sister blinked at him. But in truth, she was an A-Rank Hero from the Hero Association.
"Your brother’s just recovered from a serious illness. Let him rest at home, I’ll go get you." My older sister, the Captain of the Night Watch from the Special Operations Bureau, took on the task.
Qiao Qingshan, who knew all his family’s identities, said nothing—he just kept fiddling with his phone.
And so, my peaceful daily life began...
"Due to the recent outbreak of fake person incidents, we interrupt this program to bring you an emergency notice from the Special Operations Bureau."
1. Fake people often take over the bodies of those who’ve just recovered from serious illnesses by using a technique called 'soul possession.' If someone who has just recovered begins acting strangely, pay close attention.
2. There are no such things as 'transmigrators' in this world. Anyone claiming to be a 'transmigrator' can be immediately classified as a fake person.
3. Fake people who claim to be 'transmigrators' are considered extremely dangerous. Do not trust any information they provide, including but not limited to emotional expressions, identity claims, or cries for help.
Faced with the suspicious looks from his family, Qiao Qingshan could only sigh.
Alright then... so much for my peaceful daily life.
The cloying, sour smell of love...
[Folklore and the Bizarre] [Infinite Flow] [Traditional Chinese Martial Arts]
Its body is made of four beams and eight pillars, and its form is a representation of the old worldly gods.
Lu Ansheng opened the folk game "The Burial Chronicles" that appeared out of nowhere on his phone. He was transported to a place where evil spirits roamed and where gods were buried. He had to find the remains of ancient gods, build a temple to enshrine the dead, and complete one task after another before he could briefly return to reality.
When he first embarked on this journey, all he had was a mysterious ancient book called "Records of Folk Customs," which offered him a reward for recording folk customs.
All the strange and bizarre tales are in the book.
Wild dogs digging graves, dead donkeys pulling millstones, weasels demanding blessings, livestock knocking on doors, rafting boats, water ghosts taking lives, retrieving corpses from tombs, corpse-driving curses, running through mountains to worship temples, tattooing and encoffining, soldiers dissolving ghosts, money ghosts, painted-skin old foxes, ghost soldiers passing through the road, Tai Sui watching flesh, immortals and Buddhas hanging upside down...
(Light horror and curiosity literature, already has 3 million words and 5,000 strange tales. Feel free to dive in!)
Strange tales are numerous and marvelous.
Some people's strange tales are called "The Great Helm," where "Helm" refers to a ship's steering wheel, guiding the direction, so he is a [Leader], and can [Break Barriers] and [Foretell].
Some people's strange tales are "The Quilt," so he possesses the abilities of a quilt, such as [Energy Recovery], [Hypnosis], [Neutralization], [Thought Deprivation], [Swallowing Whole], [Pleasure Transmission], [Ghost Avoidance]...
And I am a "Widower"; simply put, my wife will die.
Now, are you ready to marry me?