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The Earth Master Girl: Battle in Wildman Valley
In the ancient villages at the foot of the Shennongjia mountains, there is a secret ritual: using grown women as bait to lure a Wild Man.
This time, the village chose me.
If luck is on my side, I will become pregnant and give birth to the hope of the entire village.
But this time, luck is not on their side.
Because they have no idea that I am the sole Earth Master successor.
The Earth Master Girl: Construction Site Strange Tales
A friend of mine was developing a residential complex for a real estate company in Xi’an when they discovered an ancient tomb. To avoid delaying construction, they chose to cover it up and report nothing. But none of them expected that someone would write a line on the wall of the work shed in red pen. Rules of the corpse-nurturing ground: 1. Do not feed the corpses raw meat. 2. If you see a child under the age of ten, close your eyes immediately. 3. Eat the rats.
The Earth Master Girl: Fengdu Ghost City
My cousin is dead.
His hands were tied to a ceiling beam, and he was wearing a red dress over a swimsuit-a swimsuit that was still dripping wet.
The police report claimed it was a suicide.
But I know he didn’t kill himself. And I know who’s next.
It’s me. There is no escape.
The Earth Master Girl: The Snake Pit of Devil City
While exploring Devil City with the Decoding Science Program Team, I was looking straight into the camera, talking absolute nonsense with a straight face.
“The recent buzz surrounding the Man-eating Snake incidents is all fake. These are just ordinary Sand Snakes.”
The next second, the ground beneath us gave way, and the entire Program Team plummeted into a pit of snakes.
The Earth Master Girl: Tibetan Human Skin Drum
My friend went on a trip to Tibet and unexpectedly vanished.
It wasn’t until much later that I discovered a tattoo on a drum that was identical to the one on her back.
I struck the human-skin drum. The sound was dull and heavy.
Suddenly, my friend burst in from outside. “Run!”
The Embroidered Tower’s Horror
In Jiangnan, the Shen Family possessed a secret technique passed down through generations: the ability to embroider a person’s final appearance before they died.
For thirty years, my father embroidered for the powerful and elite, never once making a mistake.
That was until he died in his embroidery room, and on the Death Portrait before him-depicting a face bleeding from every orifice-was me.
The Fate-Bound Marriage Contract
On the eve of my wedding, my future mother-in-law forced me to press my bloodied handprint onto the paper. She told me the Shen Family wasn’t marrying me for love, but because my fate could save her son.
What she didn’t know was that the way to break that Marriage Contract had been left to me by my grandmother herself.
The Final Wish Diaries
In the first year after my divorce, I announced my retirement from the scene.
Everyone said I had gone mad after being abandoned by Lu Xiao.
Until one day, a Wish Blogger’s video shot to the top of the trending searches.
My video was split into seven episodes.
Those were the last fragments of my life, flashing by like a carousel.
The title of the first episode was:
[By the time you see this video, I will already be gone.]
The Grave We Share
On the third day after being diagnosed with Stomach Cancer, I chose a grave for myself.
They say the feng shui is especially good.
It’s supposed to bless me so that in my next life, I won’t be the real daughter everyone despises.
No one will steal my parents, my brother, or everything else from me.
No longer… unloved.
I burned my photos and clothes, erased every trace of my existence.
Then I slit my wrists, lay down in the bathtub, and waited peacefully for death.
But then the Cemetery Center suddenly called me:
“Miss Lu, we’re terribly sorry.”
“Two Agents accidentally sold the same plot.”
“This grave was also sold to another gentleman.”
“Would you… mind moving your grave?”
The Neighbors Next Door Are Driving Me Quackers
A couple lived next door to me, and they were like tinder and flint-always ready to ignite.
Every night, their loud, frantic wailing kept me from getting a wink of sleep.
I tried reasoning with them, I tried cursing them out, and I even called the police, but nothing worked.
So, I decided to start pursuing his wife.
On Valentine’s Day, I went out of my way to tuck a small note inside a bouquet of roses: “Your husband hasn’t found out about us yet, has he?” Then, her husband absolutely blew his top.