The whispers of the old gods enveloped the entire continent, potions flowed quietly in dark alleys, and the shadow of a dragon passed over the steam-filled city dome. A stranger was reborn as the most humble being in this world—a gray mouse. However, he started from the dark sewers, step by step farming, infrastructure construction, alliances with foreign races, and deciphering lost runes. The roar of steam resonated with the whispers of magic, the gears turned, and the dragon flapped its wings. He transformed into the "Sherlock Holmes" detective who had never appeared before, weaving an underground network that spanned races and classes, vowing to break the oppression of theocracy and use the power of machinery, magic, and faith to create a new era of civilization for all intelligent creatures, sharing, and co-governance. ——When he first stepped into this world, Lu Ran had only one self-deprecating sentence: "I, Mouse, am going to die this time..."

【Slow Heat】【Weird】【Group Portrait】【Cannibalism】【Family Cultivation】【No Routine】

Monday was reborn as a sacrificial spirit on an island shrouded in a strange gray fog.

There are thousands of isolated islands like this one in the gray fog.

On every full-moon night, when some of the gray fog dissipates, another strange island will appear near each island.

Be careful, when two islands connect, the people living on the opposite island... may no longer be human.

Also known as "Family Cultivation: I Offer Sacrifices to the Spirits of the Mysterious Island Clan"

Sacrifice to the Immortal Clan

Family Cultivation: This Family Comes from the Gray Mist

(The world view of this book will slowly unfold)

【This book once caused the Tianya Community's reply function to crash, becoming the strongest post in Tianya's history.】

Medical practice can save lives; corpse clothing can defy the heavens.

It's said that Hua Tuo's "Medical Practice Scripture" can save people's lives, and Li Bowen's "Corpse Clothing Scripture" can ward off evil spirits and the protect against the heavens......

The 13th year of the Jian'an era (208 A.D.), night, torrential downpour, Xuchang City's northern death row prison.

Under the light of a flickering oil lamp, a thin, old man with a white beard handed a cloth bundle to the jailor, whispering softly, "This can save lives!" The jailor quietly tucked it away.

A thousand and seven hundred years later, a traveler arrived at the shrine of Hua Tuo in Jiangsu County. A couplet was written on the gate:

"The physician who sliced open stomachs truly opened a new path for medicine; yet who could have known a jailer's incompetence would consign the book to flames?

The scholar who valued his integrity disdained serving under a ruthless leader; it is a pity that a historian’s falsification slandered his avoidance for a thousand autumns."

It speaks of how the Three Kingdom's divine physician Hua Tuo entrusted his life's work, the "Medical Practice Scripture," to a jailor on the night before his death. However, the man was too afraid to accept it. Hua Tuo could only burn his work in desperation, causing the medical scripture to be lost forever, a tragedy that can still evoke sighs of regret.

Over the long passage of time, with seas turning into mulberry fields, this event has long faded into the dust of history.

In the late autumn of 1975, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Wuyuan County, Jiangxi Province, a crowd of villagers gathered beneath a tall, old locust tree, all gazing up at a notice pasted on its trunk...

[IQ online, no brainless plot] + [No system] + [God of Taoism] + [Eternal Life] + [No female protagonist] + [Old Six] + [Powerful tactics] + [Steady and cautious]

Zhang Wu travels through the world of cultivation and starts out as a jailer in the Heavenly Prison.

The end of being an official is the sky prison, the end of being a soldier is dying on the battlefield, and the end of being in the martial arts world is also a vendetta, and no one will die a good death.

If you want to survive, you have to stay safe and sound in the prison to earn money, learn skills, and accumulate trump cards.

A thousand years later...

When Zhang Wu decided to leave the Heavenly Prison, he had only a few cards in his hand.

"This time, if we have a 99% chance of success, then we'll take action. It's unrealistic to always strive for 100% certainty..."

[This is a notebook for recording strange stories][Writing any words in the notebook will sign a contract with the notebook][The contract will not become invalid unless the contractor dies][After signing the contract, you can use any pen to write strange stories in the notebook, and the strange stories you write will come true][There is only one price for signing the contract, and that is the contractor's entire future life span] A mysterious notebook, a mysterious story, and the human desire to explore the unknown will always be the best helper for the spread of strange stories...

This book is also called 《 I blocked the bullet for the fool 》《 the oil king of Thingen 》《 the legend of the priestess 》《 canned and puddle 》《 Fish Day 》.

The secret master is the same! Secret world! I'm coming!

Eh? Is the title only 15 words?

《Secret: Storm old pigeons are not pigeons or storm old pigeons 》

(Eternal life + vampire + dark Central Europe + church + era change)

A good book about vampires. - According to the "Holy Testament".

[All things have reproduction, but no death. The Garden of Eden is getting bigger and bigger, so God created death and hung it high above the sky. God is the master of life, and Jonah is the end of the world, and he is in charge of the death of living beings. Only Kuba was not happy, so he was exiled by God. To avoid death, Kuba avoids the sun forever. ]

Norton picked up a pen and crossed out Kuba's name in the "Holy Testament", and then wrote his own name on it.

Kuba is the ancestor of vampires? When I kill the ancestor of vampires, then I, Norton, will be the ancestor of vampires!

- - I can't find a good book about vampires. They are all systems or those who pretend to be vampires, or vampire girls, which are clichés and have no mysterious taste. So I'll write one myself and see. Feel free to watch, there are already three books with one million words, you can click on my avatar to view them.

In the celestial empire, during the ninth year of the Mandate of Heaven,

Chaos reigns across the land, and the people suffer.

The royal governance collapses, and western barbarians with their pantheon of gods invade.

New warlords arise, claiming territories; the Taiping rebels wreak havoc, leading to widespread misery.

Calamities like floods, droughts, earthquakes, sandstorms, tornadoes, acid rain, blood moons, and meteor falls occur in succession.

Countless demons roam, strange beings thrive, spirits mingle with the inexplicable, and mysterious phenomena arise.

In these dark and tumultuous times, Tao Qian opens his eyes to find himself about to be beheaded at the vegetable market...

Place of Birth: Bone Sea Identity: Skeleton… In the next moment, Yun Ming, still in a daze, was swept into the battlefield. Thus, a bewildered gray bone was ruthlessly hijacked by fate. What kind of unknowns will he face?

***

The world swam into focus through a haze of gray-white mist, the only sound a persistent, dry crackling in unseen ears. Yun Ming’s consciousness flickered, slowly anchoring itself to a body lying flat on… bones. Countless bones, forming a desolate, shifting landscape beneath him. He tried to sit up, but agony exploded through his frame, sharp and absolute. Looking down, he saw not flesh, but gray-white ribs. Above, slender leg bones stretched where his own should be.

“I… am a skeleton?” The thought echoed in the hollow cavity of his skull, a silent scream of disbelief swallowed by the oppressive mist. Around him, other skeletal figures stirred, mindless automatons rising from the osseous sea, only for some to suddenly collapse, scattering back into the landscape like brittle twigs. Death was palpable here, a constant presence reinforced by the chilling whispers of disintegration.

A voice, alien yet intimate, suddenly bloomed within his mind, urging him forward, into the unknown grayness. With excruciating effort, fueled by a primal fear and a dawning, terrifying awareness, Yun Ming forced his fragile new body upright. This was the Bone Sea. This was his new, horrifying beginning. And in this realm of endless death, survival was the only imperative. His journey, fraught with pain and the constant threat of dissolution, had just begun.