Apocalypse + Rebirth + Stockpiling Supplies + Evolving Zombi...
Qiao Jia was murdered—truly, utterly dead. But there was goo...
Spirit Sight—a terrifying tale that renders stories real—has begun. The moment you pick up this book, you are compelled to participate in one supernatural event after another, each entwined with ghosts and phantoms. In the depths of despair, you must search for the sole glimmer of hope; survival is the only purpose within these pages. ——— This novel is dedicated as a gentle nudge to Master Mars to update faster. When chapters are released on schedule, it is thanks to Master Mars; when they are not, it is the fault of the old villain Star. Portray Star... the old villain, in a less flattering light—serves you right for delaying updates and leaving me with nothing to read!.
There is a saying about tattoos: think carefully before you get one; it is easy to ink but hard to remove, so consider it thoroughly. If you could tattoo a wandering spirit upon your skin to bring yourself boundless wealth, would you do it? If you could tattoo a vengeful ghost to rise swiftly through the ranks, would you agree? And if you could tattoo a malevolent entity to make the one you love fall hopelessly for you, what choice would you make then? Zhang Xu, an ordinary young man living in the city, dropped out of school after graduating from high school and inherited a family craft known as the Yin-Yang Embroidery. Little did he know, taking up this ancient art would turn his life completely upside down..
Apocalypse + Rebirth + Stockpiling Supplies + Evolving Zombies + Violent Aesthetics Lin Dong was reborn on the eve of a terrifying apocalypse, and unexpectedly gained a storage space. If it were anyone else, they would surely hoard vast amounts of supplies, food, and water. But Lin Dong, instead, bought massive quantities of raw meat and fresh blood. Because... he was about to become a zombie! Flesh and blood are the source of a zombie’s power. As long as he devoured meat, he could continue to evolve. A zombie well-fed with flesh and blood would grow at a pace that defied imagination. Just how strong could he become? That depended on how much meat Lin Dong could consume. And so, from the very beginning, he stockpiled billions in flesh and blood!.
My family runs a coffin shop. For several days in a row, a strange woman has been coming by, asking if we have seven bright red coffins, all unfinished and without lacquer. As for what happened next… I possess a book titled "The River of Souls," which records the hidden taboos of this world, unknown to ordinary people! If you wish to discuss this story, you can reach me at: QQ: 913149247 WeChat ID: zybsz666 WeChat public account: zybsz888 Or simply search for “The Scholar Who Can’t Read” on WeChat. Friends who enjoy this novel are welcome to connect and share their thoughts!.
Qiao Jia was murdered—truly, utterly dead. But there was good news: she had bound herself to a mystery box system to compete in a resurrection tournament. The bad news? She had lost all memories from before her death and had no idea who her killer was. Armed with her novice mystery box system, Qiao Jia entered the Ultimate Doomsday Town Tournament, selling and opening mystery boxes: food, water, weapons, supernatural powers, cultivation, and even tailor-made Doomsday Town mystery boxes for the strongest settlement in the apocalypse. Qiao Jia chose to save up points to unlock the property mogul boxes, specializing in building-type prizes. The delight of opening mystery boxes lay in the thrill of the unknown. Whether it was a disposable extra, a venomous antagonist, the true or false heiress of the world’s protagonist, the white moonlight’s substitute, the domineering warlord— even the zombie king who, like Qiao Jia, started out as a corpse, and the invading monsters, all had to obediently pay her rent. From log cabins and studio apartments to luxurious penthouses, standalone villas, private manors, and mysterious castles, anything could be found inside her boxes. Thanks to Qiao Jia’s relentless efforts, her collection of mystery boxes grew constantly, the number she opened multiplied, and those she sold became countless. The greatest Doomsday Town began with the easygoing life of a landlord, winning without even trying..