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As Zhou Zhongtian’s blade struck empty air, a manure fork imbued with energy suddenly shot forward! Rip— The sound of fabric tearing filled the air, and in the next moment, a large piece of white cloth was shredded and nailed to the muddy ground! "Woooo~ You fool! Why must you ruin my opera robe?" The opera chang ghost clutched the hem of his robe with a heartbroken expression, tears streaming down his cheeks. Yao Wu chuckled, walked over to pull out his manure fork, and—without so much as a…-
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A foul, rancid wind rustled the branches, making an unsettling sasa sound. An old man in a coarse hemp robe led a black-haired donkey, walking unhurriedly down the long street. A stalk of straw dangled from the corner of the old man’s mouth, his cloudy eyes filled with wary vigilance. Beside him, the black-haired donkey trotted along with a tata-tata rhythm, exuding an air of fearless confidence. "Grandpa Donkey, I feel like there are at least dozens of eyes watching us from every alley around here!"…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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Seeing the cart-puller’s indifferent attitude, the plump woman felt her anger surge. Indeed, when the power gap between two sides was overwhelming, knowing in advance wouldn't have made much of a difference. After all, in their eyes, the only one who could stand against that man in white was their master. But their master was currently unavailable, and in their powerless state, knowing about a formidable enemy would only add to their psychological burden. "Forget it. In any case, when spreading…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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Last night was a grueling one for Feng Wei and Guo Teng in East Corner Village. While the cart-pulling man was distributing gold and silver, they took the opportunity to break the arms and legs of villagers who were attempting, planning, or in the middle of looting. They made a rough estimate—by midnight, they had broken dozens of limbs. In the latter half of the night, fearing discovery by the Sorrowful Ghost, they only managed to cripple a dozen more. At this rate, even if the villagers of East…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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"This should be the place!" Following Guo Teng’s pointing finger, they saw a house without any signage. The front door was ajar. Feng Wei’s expression changed instantly, and she pushed the door open without hesitation. The moment the door swung open, a faintly sweet, metallic scent of blood wafted out. But the small courtyard before them was spotlessly clean—no bloodstains, no signs of a struggle. Feng Wei and Guo Teng exchanged a glance before splitting up to search the only two rooms in the…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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“So fun! So fun!” “Why is your neck so long? Heh heh heh!” Yao Wu's voice was hearty and full of energy. As soon as he spoke, the weeping sound that had been echoing in Zhou Zhongtian's mind instantly dissipated. With the crying gone, Zhou Zhongtian's strength returned all at once. He turned sharply, grabbed Yao Wu’s arm, and urged him anxiously, “Brother, run!” However, despite his considerable strength, he couldn't budge Yao Wu at all. Yao Wu grinned at him and replied, “Brother,…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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This time, the opera-clad youth had no intention of letting Zhou Zhongtian off the hook. After all, his "spreading of corruption" had been disrupted! As a diligent chang ghost, how could he tolerate such an insult? Did people really think that just because he spent his days wailing, he was an easy target? The opera-clad youth left the villagers to find someone else to hear their grievances, while he himself took off in pursuit of Zhou Zhongtian... A chilling wind swept through the night. Hiding inside…
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From the old woman’s expression, Zhou Zhongtian couldn’t detect a hint of guilt. Instead, she looked as if she had done something incredibly righteous! "Young man, you’ve been wailing for so long, but I don’t see a single tear in your eyes!" As she spoke, the old woman reached out toward Zhou Zhongtian. "Do you have no troubles at all? Tell me, dear. Let me ease your worries..." Zhou Zhongtian took a few steps back, placing a hand on the hilt of his longsword at his waist. He then looked toward…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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The old man grabbed a handful of straw, walked up to Liu Feng, and gestured for him to lift his foot. Still skeptical, Liu Feng released his foot and quickly stepped back two paces, slightly raising the iron shield in his hand. Seeing his wary stance, the old man simply chuckled, said, "Don't be afraid," and pressed one hand on the emaciated man's neck while stuffing the straw into his mouth. Once the old man had filled the man's mouth with straw, he pulled out a fire starter from his waistband and gave…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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On the chaotic and crisscrossing streets, Liu Feng ran, panting heavily, clutching a massive pig’s head. Behind him followed a crowd of "hungry" villagers. These villagers weren’t particularly fast, and some even tripped over one another, falling behind. But they were relentless—so much so that even someone like Liu Feng, a trained martial artist, was drenched in sweat and nearly out of stamina, yet they continued chasing at the same pace as when they first lunged at him. It was as if they felt no…
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