Recommended by over 600,000 readers, Chinese psychological crime novelist Lei Mi delivers a positive impact, portraying criminals, the ritual of crime and punishment, the redemption of dark hearts, and the reconciliation between man and city. This five-volume set takes you on a hearty and exhilarating journey through the world of psychological crime. Included are "The Seventh Reader," "Portrait," "Dark River," "Reformation Field," and "City Lights."

"Others would cry for help when they see a ghost, but I would ask first: Are you hungry?" There is a secret in Su Wanqing's broken kitchen - it can connect yin and yang. Since activating the "Incense Reputation Panel", the candies she sells have become soul-soothing candies, and the porridge she cooks can dissolve resentment. Even when she was taken to the ghost market by the ghost messenger Xie Wujiu to set up a stove, she could make the crying ghosts cry "incense" with a bowl of hot soup noodles. The life story of the "reincarnation of the little kitchen god" is getting more and more mysterious, but what bothers her more is the ghost messenger who always shakes the chain and has a mouth more poisonous than the kitchen fire: "Sprinkle chili powder on my soul sword again, believe it or not, I will lock you up in the underworld as a cook for a hundred years?" "Then Master Xie has to come to help me every day." - Who said it first? Why is he always stuffing underworld osmanthus flowers into her apron now?

Your groupmates read the same novels as you, play the same games as you, share the same dog stories as you, comfort you when you're wronged, flatter you when you succeed, and even follow your arguments when you're about to draw your sword. Your groupmates have beautiful girl avatars, send beautiful girl emoticons, and talk like beautiful girls. If they're not beautiful girls, what are they? Regardless, groupmates are beautiful girls, I say.

[Jujutsu Kaisen + Contains OOC + Apologies for Out of Character + Just for Fun]

This story initially focuses on the single route of Sukuna in Heian-kyo, and later shifts to a modern storyline, primarily emphasizing Sukuna's romantic relationships, while also touching on other themes.

Fusang Qingnai never expected that her perfectly good shop would run into trouble. She was just a half-baked charlatan. And a half-baked charlatan shouldn't have seen mountains in the Shibuya residential area, let alone fallen into the Heian period and been chopped into mincemeat.

Qingnai: Sauce? That smells delicious. So, can I still go back to opening my small shop?

"Of course you can go back," the white-haired teacher asked with a smile. "Oh, oh, what did Qingnai experience in Heian-kyo?"

Naphthalene: chopped into minced meat.

Everyone: ...But isn't she a god?

Qingnai innocently pointed to the mouth that had appeared on Huzhang's face: "Yes, it's been chopped into a god-flavored sauce."

Generating electricity for love.

Wu Mei, a woman from the countryside, passed the civil service exam and secured a position as a government official. She thought she would be able to live comfortably. However, the seemingly respectable job was actually fraught with danger and potential danger.

Can Wu Mei adapt to her work? Will she be manipulated by others? Or will she rise and fall on her own? Will work and love, marriage and family, become the shackles that hold Wu Mei back from success?

Please join the author in entering the wonderful life of women working in government offices...

Goblins absorb the spirit of heaven and earth and are not contaminated by the calamities of the mortal world. They are the supreme existence of the demon clan. They forge a treasure in their lifetime, and every time they appear, they cause bloody storms!

Ye Qingchen, a time traveler with a mysterious background, emerged from the Sin Continent holding the broken sword Mo Ran, vowing to subvert the rules of the three religions. He believed that the Tao could be reversed, and his Tao was evil!

The East River Alliance is the world’s biggest clan. Its chief, Mei Changsu, arrived at the royal capital Jinling under the alias of Su Zhe. He brought with him storms of disturbances and fogs of mysteries.

A noble young master with dual identities, a Crown Prince and Prince Yu battling for the crown, the empire’s greatest warrior with the Royal Guards in his grasp, a beautiful princess who commands over the border’s cavalry…

Amongst these distinguished and powerful people, how did the inconspicuous Su Zhe become the heart of everything?

Could the hand behind the scenes of the whirlwind be the remnants of a previous storm?

Is he the young general who pursues enemies in snowy nights, or the shadowy tactician with a sickly body who won’t see old age?

He returns to the old place and reunites with old friends. He plots and schemes. What is he trying to achieve?

This is a story of dark conspiracies and brotherly bonds. Before this story reaches its end, perhaps you can change its course…

Sixteen-year-old Sheehan Asta, only the matter of "Climbing the Tower" remains in his life. "Whatever your wish is, as long as you climb to the top of the tower, you can fulfill it." Any wish can be fulfilled. This is indeed an irresistible temptation for ordinary people, enough to make them give up everything for it. But Sheehan Asta didn't climb the tower to fulfill his wish. Only she can fulfill her wish herself. So are you going to climb the tower? Even if it takes a gamble on your life." Of course. Because she had a reason to have to climb the tower. Allow me to take the liberty of asking, what is your wish? "

"Well, just make do with it..."

Feng Ling was reborn in an old body in the Ghost Continent. This old man was very powerful in his lifetime, but Feng Ling was in tears. Fortunately, he had the art of splitting himself into two bodies... It doesn't matter if he is old or sarcastic!

"Ningshuang, wait for me! Yuqing, follow me!"

A white skirt fluttered in the distance as an elderly man kicked away the bruised and battered pretty boy and walked away calmly. A woman in green lingered to finish off the opponent, winking and saying, "Young man, don't look down on the elderly!"

PS: A general's success is built on the sacrifice of countless lives; in the end, everything seems like a dream. Immortals and demons, who is right and who is wrong? I have no intention of killing anyone, but the human heart is treacherous, even more sinister than demons and monsters. All living beings suffer, and it is up to me to save the world...

(Written in detail in the early stage, calmly farming; written briefly in the later stage, stirring up the storm)