Death is like the wind, and disaster follows!

When I wear the crown...

Never bow your head!

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Goethe, who traveled across time, was faced with the death of his grandfather from illness, the disappearance of his parents, uncles, aunts and cousins in just one month, his debts were high, and the next one would be his terrible situation... A smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, ready to ruin everything.

I, Sano Shinichiro, a time traveler, have a system.

Although the system's tasks are very strange, the rewarded equipment is even more... fresh and refined.

For example, a hammer that cannot cause damage, a small electric donkey that can fly quickly, a coat that turns into a roadie when used, sunglasses that cannot distinguish between humans and animals within 500 meters after wearing them, etc...

What, you ask me how to live better in this world?

Sano Shinichiro smiled faintly and put on his vest: "How can you not get stabbed when you are floating in the world? If you want to avoid getting stabbed, you have to open a trumpet. The more vests I have, the more slutty I will be. I will wave the flag of the winery."

When Akai Shuichi asked Conan what he thought of the black organization, Conan responded like this: The black organization? Although they act a little rough, they are all good people... Wait, which black organization are you asking about?

(Dark Wind) (Escape Flow) (No System) (Not Invincible, the Protagonist Will Die If Killed) (Non-Traditional Cool Article)

Chen Xian was pushed against the wall by a female ghost in the toilet, thus entering a horror copy!

The cry of a baby in the middle of the night...

The students who are as blue as will-o'-the-wisp...

The wedding dress stained with blood...

A mermaid full of live maggots...

as well as.

Teammates who kept dying tragically...

In order to stay alive and not be turned into a meat paste by ghosts, Chen Xian is looking for a way to pass each copy!

Crazy decryption, desperate escape, pursuit of the truth!

As long as I can survive, I can even give up my dignity!

However, as the thrilling ghost games come one after another, Chen Xian's bottom line seems to be getting lower and lower...

Hiding clues, deceiving everyone, sacrificing teammates...

His hands, however, gradually became covered in blood, no longer innocent!

Walking on fragile ice! Dancing on the flames of hell!

he……

Can you survive to the end?

Traveling through Tokyo, with a 30-year-old soul and an 18-year-old body, I thought I had made a profit until I got the diary of the original body and heard a strange narration in my ears...

[Tsk tsk, the kind-hearted wife, the cold and arrogant sister, the lonely top student, the intellectual big sister, the melancholy female writer, who will become the target of the diary owner? Or the hunter hiding in the dark waiting for the lost lamb to fall into the net? ]

This book is also known as "My Neighbors and Me"

[Tokyo] + [Love] + [Suspense] + [Narration] + [Reversal]

Gao Shen accidentally joined a forum for strange stories.

This forum often posts strange stories, with vivid details that seem to have really happened. Users who post comments will also carefully analyze the source of the incident and how to solve it.

Users call each other "Tianshi", "Soul-calming", "Corpse-burning", "Coffin-carrying", "Exorcist Team"... The sense of immersion is too strong.

Gao Shen always thought that this was a communication website for supernatural enthusiasts until the prototype in the story appeared in the real world.

[Dark world view + suspense decryption + upgrade survival flow]

[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?