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“The Book of the Dead”

“The Book of the Dead" is an online martial arts suspense novel written by the Chinese online writer ‘Bing Ling Shenxia’. The novel tells the story of Gu Shen to seek revenge from the Golden Roc Castle, and the Golden Roc Castle King's daughter Shangguan Ru and the unknown life after becoming the Xiaoyue Hall of the Imperial congregation of division of the lotus daughter of the common experience of grudges and feuds, and to learn the secrets of martial arts. For those who are not good in the obvious, people get and put to death; for those who are not good in the claustrophobic, ghosts get and put to death. If people and ghosts are not put to death, God will be put to death. A dead man's scripture, half of the Taoist book. A thousand heads are cut off, and a hundred bones are devoured. You can either endure the injustice of the world or become the master of the world. He chose to become an assassin, the same assassin as his enemy, but colder and more ruthless. This is a very rare traditional martial arts novel: pragmatic action style, harsh and tense scene scheduling, brutal and realistic portrayal of the world's situation, emotional conflicts intertwined with betrayal and friendship, carefully constructed and silky drama structure, and intricate and confusing plot like a detective novel, which can be completely classified as a good book of the immortal grass level. The depiction of human nature is meticulous. Now I introduce this good book to foreign fans, I hope you can enjoy it.
Praxis_Kollege · 386 Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 16.9K Views
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