The rescue was corrupted, and Chen Hao yelled up to the sky: If I take pleasure in helping others, let thunder strike him to death.

Dingdong: Help the ghost to start the system.

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People have troubles, ghosts have obsessions, troubles are solvable, and obsessions are hard to eliminate.

Walk the world, balance yin and yang, circulate the laws of heaven, and retribute unhappy.

Who knocked over the glass cup and poured it over and whose sleepless night was soaked? Who made the bow and piano messing around and disturbed Wulanyue on the river? Some are galloping in the huge mountains, some are crisscrossing between the north and south of the Traledi Mountains, and some are wandering on the edge of life and death to torture themselves about the mystery of time and space. This story is put into paper and pen, but it is just a matter of giving time to the sky, hoping that the years will be different.

"I thought of a question."

"?"

"Most weirdos are afraid of sunlight, which is produced by the sun through the nuclear fusion of hydrogen inside."

"??"

"The sun is a nuclear fusion. Aren't hydrogen bombs also a nuclear fusion? If I detonate a hydrogen bomb, will the light radiation produced also have the effect of eliminating weird things?"

"???"

It’s just a story about a Chinese student who was able to easily and happily exorcise spirits in Tokyo.

This book contains a lot of phobias about lack of firepower, cross-server chatting, enlightenment, strange brain circuits, and reverse brainstorming. Please read with caution.

This is a story about a swordsman who was riding a taxi with a sword. After picking up a dead old man, he was stuffed into a room full of strange creatures for him to take care of. Although there were powerful tree monsters, spiritual beasts that could swallow caves, and mechanical men at the spiritual level among these strange creatures, they could not move without the care of the monks.

Take my advice, don't click on this book, it's absolutely terrible.

My writing isn't very good; I'm using this as practice. It's based on an alternate universe, and I wrote this entirely because I like Qingque and Fu Xuan, even though I don't actually have a Fu Xuan. I write out of interest, so updates might be infrequent. Please forgive any inconvenience.

There are three thousand great ways, all of which can lead to sainthood. In ancient times, heaven and earth crumbled, saints fell, wars raged, and the Daoist tradition collapsed. Of the three thousand great ways, only one remained: the Dao of Painting. Originally the least prominent of the three, yet, after thousands of years of inheritance, the Dao of Painting has become the only Dao! Draw a tiger, and you will possess its power. Draw a bird, and you will soar through the blue sky. Draw a fish, and you will dive into the abyss of the sea. ...————————The completed "Super God Modeler" is available for pre-order at 17,000 yuan, quality guaranteed! PS: My new book "Dark Lord" has been released, and I'm looking for your support!!!

Fang Shizhou was reborn in South Korea and relied on his own efforts to change those regrettable endings.

There is no national anti-T-ara here, and there is no 930 for Girls' Generation. My girlfriend's agency has a company that supports them very much. Goo Hara, Choi Sulli, and Kim Jong-hyun are all living their lives seriously.

This article has no traditional female protagonist and no love-brained characters. It involves girl group idols from the first to fifth generations. I hope you like it.

"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)