I am a ghost fire boy in the mountains, a lazy and crazy person made by heaven. I once reviewed green poems and yellow papers, and drunkenly went into the underworld to borrow paper money.

With myriad techniques and thousands of rules, how often have I ever looked up at the King of Hell? He summons ghosts and monsters, but they refuse to return. He even burns the immortals and eats the moonlight.

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The story of nourishing spirits and feeding ghosts, refining with water and fire, and the immortals fighting for immortality.

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Apocalyptic Mechanics: Starting with the Equipment Drop System

As the shadow of the "Abyss of Stars" tore through the heavens, and the tides of erosion corrupted the earth, the old era crumbled into ruins amidst crystallization and war. Chen Mo, a man burdened with the **End Mark** that devours all things and humanity's final arsenal, the **"Myriad Phenomena Equipment System"**, ignited a "new flame" in despair, becoming the last spark for civilization's survival. He was not alone.

Wolves fight alongside friends and family. This story is divided into four parts: 1. Developing and improving technology; 2. Unifying the world; 3. Entering the era of interstellar warfare; 4. Advancing civilization and leaving the solar system; 5. The subsequent story: Chen Mo enters a black hole during a war and is transported to a new dimensional world.

The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.

However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.

Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.

Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.

Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.

When despair envelopes the world, no matter how people call, the world remains chaotic and crazy, and people pray for the arrival of light.

Until a beam of light broke through the darkness.

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A traditional Cthulhu mythology background.

The protagonist is transformed into Ultraman through the system created by Hikari.

Chen Xuanbei, nicknamed Ksitigarbha, unexpectedly transmigrates to a parallel universe where horror has descended. Chen Xuanbei has the Ten Kings of Hell tattooed on his body and carries a giant scythe of death on his shoulder: "Sorry everyone, I'm taking this territory!" The Slit-Mouthed Woman: "Police station? Someone sewed my mouth shut! And they threw away my scissors too!" Sadako: "Urban management? Someone blocked my well with cement, I can't go home!" The Drought Demon: "Is there any justice? I've been sleeping in a coffin for over ten thousand years, and someone dragged me out, beat me twice! And now they want me to pay property management fees!" Since Chen Xuanbei's arrival, countless vengeful ghosts have inexplicably become weak... [puzzled Mu Zi]

My new book, Destiny

In troubled times, who will pity all living beings?

Under the sky, who is in charge of reincarnation?

This is a story about how as long as saints live, thieves will never stop.

This is a story about ordinary ants, propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame.

In the intercalary month of the Dingchou year, a young Taoist priest named Mu Yi arrived outside the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. In the writings of the Spring and Autumn Annals, an epic began in this place where the dragon was born.

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The world’s curses, people’s blessings and misfortunes, birth, old age, death, hatred and separation!

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Horror + Comedy + Infinite Flow + Nonsense

I breathed a sigh of relief the day the world was engulfed in a terrifying live-streamed game from which there was no way to escape.

As a failed horror novelist, each of these instances comes from one of my unfinished works.

While the other players were being chased by the female ghost, I walked straight to the ancient well and recited the incantation I had written.

The female ghost in the mirror froze abruptly, her bloody tears instantly ceasing, and she asked me, trembling:

"Author, could you... please finish filling in the plot holes first?"

To become the actors of a real life horror movie. To struggle for survival in this world straight from a scary film.

Entering this apartment is equivalent to stepping on a road of no return.

Only the ones that the apartment choose will be able to see it. Only they will be able to enter it. But all those who are chosen to become residents have their freedom of choice taken away. If they try to escape the apartment, they will be killed by its curse.

In this apartment, once bloody words appear on room walls, the residents must follow the instructions of these words. They must travel to the appointed location and stay there for the appointed period of time. Failure results in death. But once they reach their destination, they will face endless supernatural and scary scenarios. Those countless phantoms and ghosts that exist deep down in your nightmares will be everywhere, waiting to take over your lives.

Even if they stay alive and return to the apartment, they must face the next time. The next time that the bloody words appear.

To leave this apartment, there is only one way…

The Great Expedition was a colossal lie! The 'Golden Fleece' that created the twelve Olympians... might have been the umbilical cord of those in power?

The primordial body of Heaven's myriad limbs has been shattered for thirty thousand years... that egg named "Morning Star"... is probably not a ladder to ascension!

[Beware of the Moon! An unusual signal has been detected on the lunar surface... originating from what claims to be the Guanghan Ark... possibly from the lost Yin Ruins civilization...]

It said...don't answer!

The Cambrian ice fields, the Triassic scorched earth, the Ordovician deep sea... A white boat travels alone among the old days.

Only he could hear the lingering whispers of the dead within—

[Haha, who would have thought that I buried the secrets of Silver City right there?]

"Did you know? Beneath this interrogation room lies a secret treasure of a bygone civilization, and the souls of the dead are stirring restlessly."

Bai Zhou looked at the crimson characters wriggling at his feet and blinked. "But it's okay, my job is to deal with them."

After a long silence, the policewoman neatly wrote in the file, "Prefers to commit crimes late at night, strongly suspected of schizophrenia, tomb raiding, etc." and then slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

"Don't give me that! There are no ghosts or monsters in this world!"

Have you ever seen a ghost or monster?

"No."

"You're welcome," Bai Zhou said with a reserved smile.

"...?"