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Set against the tumultuous backdrop of China's Republican Era (1912-1949), this novel chronicles the uncanny adventures of Li Beidou, a feng shui master born under a portentous celestial alignment. His birth coincided with the winter solstice—a liminal moment of cosmic transition between Yin and Yang—marked by an omen: every black dog in the village went mad, hurling themselves to their deaths beneath the ancient huai tree at the village entrance. Hailing from a lineage of funeral attire shopkeepers who clothed the dead, Beidou's destiny shifted during a feverish delirium when he encountered the Yin-Inquiring Matriarch, a spectral figure who inducted him into the shadowed arts bridging the mortal realm and the afterlife. The narrative weaves through encounters with Yin Arts—esoteric rituals to commune with spirits—and the perilous Nine Yin Techniques, a forbidden corpus of necromantic lore. Each chapter unravels bizarre phenomena: sentient funeral paper effigies, geomantic curses haunting ancestral tombs, and markets where the dead barter with spirit coins. Blending historical verisimilitude with supernatural intrigue, the story illuminates the clandestine world of Yin-Yang practitioners—custodians of cosmic balance—through Beidou's trials. From exorcising poltergeists in Shanghai's jazz-age parlors to decoding cryptic feng shui patterns in war-torn villages, his journey reveals how the veil between worlds grows thin in times of human strife.

In a world where fantasy and reality are intertwined, a lonesome writer tries to have a happy ending. This is a story about stories.

The story begins in London and tells the story of Logan's gradual approach to darkness. Or, Logan does not exist at all, or, this person is not Logan at all, and everything is just a false deception.

The former life of the South Palace Ling that the door is born gives auxiliary cheat the man that Dally with female affection is superior, did marriage dress for ordinary younger sister, empress is supreme, cut out heart to take blood, humiliate to die, once wake up return to 16 years old... Since this is the beginning of her false and unclean nightmare, so she let this nightmare all sorry her people, through a doomed fate! I deserve to live her life again.

The Yellow Springs, the legendary place of death, is eerie and cold, full of mists and fear. Anyone who steps into the Yellow Springs means that they have said goodbye to the light of the sun, and are about to walk towards a world where they will never return. The Yellow Springs Tavern, as the only light on the road to the Yellow Springs, is the last stop for all the souls heading towards the end of the road, and in this unassuming tavern, intriguing and bizarre events often take place.

Various short stories all acting independently from each other. They stand in no relation to each other and consist of various topics that come to my mind spontaneously. Please enjoy reading. I'm grateful for every type of feedback. Now featuring my own try at a modern world setting fantasy novel.

Her screams are deafening, ringing throughout the cave system until a swift motion of wind catches her.

Where do you find humanity if it is lost in humans, and where do you find a taste for life as long as you only hear about it, I realized that the enemy of man is in facing man, and where do you find freedom if it is bound by chains. --- And here everything ends. I truly wish that those who read humansvshumans would understand that this story is not just fantasy filled with battles, but it also touches on human reality and many values that only thoughtful minds will comprehend. ---

Rosalyn Parker has been verbally abused by her mother for years and ignored by her father. Her brother was the only person who treated her with kindness. But, on the night of her 18th birthday when she got rejected by her mate ke'shaun Black the soon to be alpha of the howling moon pack, after he mated with her. That was the last push she needed to leave, but she would soon find out that she was pregnant with the alpha's heir.... 17 years after leaving her pack and family behind Rosalyn has made a life for herself and her son in Italy after joining pacchetto della luna del sangue (blood Moon pack). She had kept in contact with her brother seeing as he was the only person she considered family...Now she is faced with the horror of going back to the place that broke her after been invited to her brother's wedding. Read to find out what happens when the alpha meets his rejected heir.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"