A modern-day hoodlum finds himself transported to the fourteenth year of Chongzhen's reign, August, in the waning days of the Ming Dynasty, inhabiting the body of Wang Pu, the Grand Commander of Datong. He arrives just in time for the Battle of Songshan. What should Wang Pu do? Should he flee as history records, only to be executed by the merciless Chongzhen Emperor? The heavens were shrouded in ominous clouds. Beneath the darkened sky, a fierce wind howled, setting the grass and trees trembling in its wake. With a deafening crack, a blinding bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the earth in a ghostly white. Wang Pu gazed upward, his face more grave than ever before. This cursed, treacherous sky—was it truly about to rain? “Hurry, push the war carts forward!” “Anchor the iron stakes deep into the ground!” “Don’t you dare slack off—yes, I’m talking to you! Didn’t you eat at noon?” Shouts and curses flew through the air. Wang Pu cast his eyes around: twenty thousand Ming soldiers were assembling anxiously upon the plain. Sturdy war carts were being driven to the perimeter, archers were silently arranging arrows in their quivers with blank expressions, while musketeers and artillerymen busied themselves loading powder and lead balls into barrels and cannons. In neat ranks, spearmen sat on the ground, their eyes closed in silent meditation. The entire atmosphere was thick with the tension of an impending battle. Suddenly, the shrill neigh of a horse pierced the distance. Wang Pu whirled around. Yet another flash of lightning illuminated the world. Atop a barren ridge in the distance, a solitary rider had appeared as if conjured by ghosts. Clad in iron armor and an iron helmet, the rider’s gear gleamed with a bright yellow base and was trimmed in vivid red. Atop his helmet, a tall plume arched upward, crimson as fresh blood. The horseman raised his saber high and gestured forward, and from behind him, thousands upon thousands of cavalry surged forth, all arrayed in matching yellow armor with the same dazzling red trim. “It’s the Manchu invaders!” “The Manchu cavalry is here!”.

The Demon-Suppressing Pagoda has shattered, releasing the evil spirits once buried beneath the mass grave into the human world once more. Zhang Shouzheng, born with the blood of pure yang, becomes the target of all manner of demons and monsters, each coveting his power. With the death of his protective master, malign spirits haunt him, and a series of bizarre events unfolds one after another. Fortunately, the aid of his senior brother and a spiritual monkey helps him weather these tribulations. On a desolate grave, a female ghost combs her hair, relentlessly pursuing her enemy across generations. A nine-year-old boy is forced to become a scapegoat, his powerful resentment after death only suppressed by secret arts. A fellow junior sister falls victim to corpse poison, transforming into a zombie. Ever steadfast in his righteousness, devoted to banishing demons and warding off evil, how will Zhang Shouzheng face these harrowing choices? My new novel, "Ghost-Bound by Yin Flesh," has now been uploaded. Thank you all for your support—Yu Huo has returned..

Extra! Extra! Snow has returned to Yunqi! The new novel "Reborn as a Clever Wife in the Fifties" has been released—please add it to your favorites and recommend it! A modern surgeon is transported back in time and becomes a little girl. She learns medicine, invents new things, and leads her entire family toward prosperity and a comfortable life. Once an ordinary country girl, she unexpectedly blossoms into a beauty who captures the hearts of countless admirers. With hands on her hips, she declares, "I already have a childhood sweetheart as my betrothed. All you buzzing suitors, stay away—otherwise, my scalpel doesn’t just cut vegetables!" But suddenly, her beloved fiancé’s status rises to astonishing heights—could this really be a good thing? Her poor little heart is struggling to keep up! In short, this is the tale of a female surgeon navigating life in ancient times..

A sudden burst of X-rays instantly turned eight billion people across the globe into mindless zombies. When Xie Han awoke, he was astonished to find that he had traveled from the modern world to this apocalyptic era, forced to face not only countless hordes of the undead but also the treachery of surviving humans. What kind of journey awaits him with a timepiece that connects two worlds? Can the civilizations of these two realms be rebuilt and saved? Might the technology left behind in the apocalypse help the modern world avoid such a cataclysm? What kind of shockwaves would ripple through the present if he started a company in the wasteland and brought advanced technology back to his own time? From multi-barrel heavy machine guns, tanks, and planes, to aircraft carriers and nuclear warheads, all will appear one by one in this world ravaged by disaster. (This is a work of biopunk fiction. The story is entirely fictional; any resemblance to real events or individuals is purely coincidental. Please do not plagiarize.).

[Synopsis] He claims to be the King of Beasts in the gaming world, but the girls shake their heads in disbelief. He insists he’s never touched another woman, and still they refuse to believe him. Yet when he says he has ambushed countless masters and even spied on someone’s wife while she was bathing, the girls believe him at last: “You damned old scoundrel!” This is the story of a once-proud college student, now down on his luck and nicknamed “Big Teapot,” who leads a group of young women into the world of online gaming. Life rises and falls—true mastery is surviving and thriving in the cracks between. Our protagonist was once glorious; how could he resign himself to mediocrity? Can an online game really change one’s fate? Destiny itself! All the excitement awaits in “Pirated Legends: Online.” Forty percent effort plus forty percent talent plus twenty percent luck equals the genuine pirated legend. There are no secret techniques, no cultivation—only equipment stats, character levels, and a vivid cast of young people bursting with personality. Let this be a pure land for online gaming, and may those so-called cultivation and martial arts games dressed up in MMO skins be damned! Virtual online gaming..