自創小說的集合地

"Yes! Great, my bonus is here!" Wen Yue's excitement was completely beyond my expectations. Yes? Has English survived in this world? Because our current language and writing are different from our past lives, how come English survived but Chinese didn't? "Teacher, what does 'Yes' mean?" Hou Taotao, standing nearby, asked eagerly, full of curiosity. "'Yes' is just an exclamation, it doesn't have a specific meaning. Anyway, it just pops out whenever I get excited since I was young. It's not important. Liu Mang, did you know you just successfully sensed spiritual energy?" "Congratulations, you can proceed to the next step. Hou Taotao, you can let that fatty down in a moment, and then you're dismissed. Try to practice more on your own tonight." "Liu Mang, come with me to the teacher's office." Wen Yue's face was still flushed, clearly struggling to contain his excitement.

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Yuexingyue's Isekai Chapter 1 continues Her fingertips brushed against a pair of soft ears. The ears twitched slightly at her touch, their tips covered in snow-white fur. She froze. Something seemed to be pressing against her back. Yuexingyue slowly turned her head and saw a fluffy white tail curled up beside her. She was silent for a long time. "...Cat ears?" Her voice was much younger than she remembered, like that of a twelve-year-old. Yuexingyue pinched her cheek, then pinched her arm hard. The pain shot through her immediately. It wasn't a dream. She got out of bed, her bare feet landing on the cold wooden floor. A cracked bronze mirror stood by the wall. Leaning on the edge of the table, she walked over and looked into the mirror. The girl in the mirror had long, snow-white hair that reached her waist, as soft as the first snow of winter. Her face was still childish, her skin fair, and her features exquisitely unreal. Most striking were her eyes. Pale blue and pale purple intertwined, like a lake in the night sky illuminated by moonlight. She raised her hand, and the girl in the mirror raised hers. It was indeed her. But it wasn't the original her. "I... transmigrated?" Yuexingyue whispered the words. She had read countless plots like this in web novels but never thought it would actually happen to her. She had lived in an ordinary world. Twenty years old, an orphan, no family, and no one to care about.

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Chen Cheng finished his overtime late at night and hailed a taxi by the roadside. After getting in and stating his destination, the driver didn't respond, just nodded. It was very quiet inside the car; no radio, no navigation sounds, not even the engine was clearly audible. Chen Cheng felt sleepy and leaned against the car window, closing his eyes. After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes to find the outside completely dark, with only streetlights receding one by one, all spaced equally apart. He glanced at the driver in the front seat. Through the rearview mirror, only a hat was visible, no face. "Driver, how much longer?" The driver didn't answer. Chen Cheng looked down at his phone. The time was frozen at 3 AM and hadn't changed since. The GPS marker on the navigation map was also stationary. He looked up at the rearview mirror again. The hat was gone. There was no one in the driver's seat. The steering wheel turned by itself, and the car drove forward steadily. Chen Cheng tried to open the door, but it was locked tight. He banged on the car window. Outside, there were only endless streetlights. Suddenly, a face appeared in the rearview mirror, wearing a hat and smiling at him. "Don't rush," the driver said. "Everyone who gets in has to go to the end." "The end of what?" "Where you got on." Chen Cheng froze. He remembered when he got in, under the streetlight by the road, there seemed to be a person in a suit standing there, head bowed, completely still. He turned to look out the rear window. The streetlight was still there, and the man in the suit was still there, in the exact same pose. The car began to slow down. "We're here," the driver said. "You should get off." The door lock clicked open. Chen Cheng rushed out of the car and looked back at the taxi—

Yue Xingyue awoke in hunger. The first thing she felt was the cold. Not the chill of air conditioning in a hospital, nor the cold seeping through a window on a winter night, but a cold that clung to her skin and slowly drilled into the depths of her body from the marrow. Her fingers twitched slightly, and her palm brushed against a rough fabric. Wood. Beneath her was a wooden plank bed, covered only by a thin layer of dry grass and old cloth. Her nose caught a faint scent of wood, mixed with the smell of ash, earth, and some unfamiliar herbal medicine. Yue Xingyue opened her eyes. What greeted her was darkness. The ceiling was made of spliced wooden planks, with a few streaks of early morning light filtering through the gaps. An unlit oil lamp hung on the wall, with a chipped short sword next to it. This was not her room. She suddenly sat up, but because she moved too quickly, she felt dizzy and toppled to the side. "Ugh..." Yue Xingyue propped herself up with her hands on the bed board, barely managing to steady herself. The next moment, memories that did not belong to her flooded into her mind like a bursting dam. Baishi Town. Grayrock Forest. Silver Moon Calendar Year 327. White Cat Tribe. Orphan. Twelve years old. And another name - Yue Xingyue. She raised her hands, staring blankly at the small, delicate hands. Her wrists were slender, and her fingers were shorter than she remembered. Her twenty-year-old body was gone, replaced by the underdeveloped body of a young girl. Yue Xingyue subconsciously felt her own body.

The handwriting was the same as the invitation: "Your mother. She didn't leave Mist Valley. She's inside that door." Chen Mo's fingers tightened. Inside the door. He looked at the corner of the room. There was a smaller door there—almost completely hidden by the papers plastered on the wall, revealing only a dark gap. He walked over and removed the papers one by one, revealing the door panel. It was smaller than the outer door, like some kind of toddler passage, but Chen Mo pushed it, and it opened. Inside was a very small space, about two pyeong, like a forgotten secret room. The air was damp and cold, with the smell of earth and grass. In the center of the floor sat an old wooden box. Chen Mo squatted down. The wooden box was unlocked, and the lid was loosely placed. When he opened it, what was inside made him freeze for a long time. A red knot. Exactly the same as the one around Zhang Zhenyu's neck, but older and more faded. Next to the knot lay a thin booklet, with "Ritual Records" written on the cover. He opened the booklet. The first page had a date—earlier than eighteen years ago, twenty-four years ago. Mist Valley still existed then, and Chen Mo didn't know this world. The page contained handwritten instructions: "Spirit Binding Ritual, one cycle every twelve years. The youngest child in the village must be used as the 'bolt,' sealing the 'memory' of their village within the door. The bolt must not leave the village, otherwise the memory will overflow, causing all villagers to lose their memories or die. However, if a blood relative of the bolt stays behind to take responsibility, the blood relative can undertake the bolt's duty, allowing the bolt to leave." Chen Mo's breath hitched. (To be continued)

But the lamp was right there on the corner of the table, its dim light illuminating the entire wall. He walked to the table. The open page of the notebook was filled with writing. He recognized it as Old Zhou's handwriting—exactly the same as in the diary in the garage, but more mature, more suppressed. "I spent sixteen years trying to make all this disappear. But some things, the clearer you try to be, the clearer they become. Fog Valley never disappeared. It just found another way to live—in everyone who left. Lin Jing's case, Fang Guodong's crackdown, Shen Yuehua's foundation, Xu Ziqian's land... all fragments of Fog Valley. I cleared them, but they grow back on their own. I finally understood today. The only way to close that door isn't to hide it. It's to let the person who is supposed to go in, walk in themselves." Chen Mo turned to the next page. A drawing was on it—Chen Mo had seen a similar diagram, the one Lin Jing drew, but this one was more complete. In the center was a banyan tree, and beneath it, a door. Six people stood around the door, each holding a rope, the ends of which converged in the center of the door. "A ritual," Chen Mo murmured. He picked up the framed photograph from the table. In the photo, a young Zhang Zhenyu, a strange woman, and that little boy stood under the banyan tree. Chen Mo looked closely at the woman's face—thin, her eyes gentle but shadowed—he had seen her somewhere before. Not in a photo, not in a memory, but something more recent. He flipped the photo over. On the back, written in blue ink with the same handwriting as the invitation, was a single line: (To be continued)

My vacant self, after all external sounds vanished, heard the rushing sound of water – it was my blood. The deafening roar was my heartbeat. Then, these bodily sounds also gradually subsided. Now, I only felt myself in a vast darkness, similar to the starry sky when I spoke with my senior before, except there were no stars, and similarly, no sense of up, down, left, or right. Slowly, I began to sense the surroundings, where faint points of light appeared, yellow, red, blue, and more were milky white, like wisps of cotton-like airflow drifting with a jade-like luster. At this moment, I was suddenly interrupted. I opened my eyes and realized that Wen Yue and Hou Taotao were staring at me with wide eyes, and of course, the one hanging beside me was too. "You... did you, feel it?" Wen Yue hesitated slightly, as the national record took three days, let alone the academy's fastest record of a month. "Teacher, feel what?" I asked, speaking without context, playing riddles with me. "Do you know how much time has passed?" Wen Yue didn't answer directly but instead asked me a question. "How long? A few minutes, right? Didn't you just hang the Emperor's Wall?" "A few minutes? Three hours have already passed. If I wasn't sure you weren't asleep, I would have woken you up already. Class is over," Hou Taotao exclaimed from the side. "Tell me, what did you feel just now? Say whatever comes to mind, don't hide anything." Wen Yue stared at me, his voice trembling slightly. "It was very dark, with many different colored light spots, and milky white, jade-like luster cotton wisps." I answered honestly, though it might have been a dream I had while asleep.

"Now find a good spot and sit properly, straighten your back, lift your head slightly, place your hands open on your knees, let your feet rest naturally, forming three 90-degree angles with your body, thighs, calves, and feet. Relax your whole body, close your eyes, and clear your mind. Imagine the external scenery. Imagine the sun shining brightly in the sky, its rays penetrating from the top of your head, gradually driving away the darkness within your brain. Allow yourself to slowly see the folds of your brain, then the light continues downwards, illuminating as it goes, driving away the darkness. It passes through your throat, lungs, heart, liver, stomach, intestines, then down to your thighs, calves, and all the way to your feet, expelling the darkness from your feet into the ground. Your body gradually merges with the light, and you feel the outside world along with the light. If you feel or see anything strange, quietly come to me, and I will teach you the next steps." "Hoo~~ hoo~~" The snoring sound directly woke me up. As expected, due to the dizziness and the need to clear his mind, Di Bi fell asleep immediately, and by the looks of it, he was sleeping soundly. "Don't mind him, you two, continue." Wen Yue said while stuffing a cloth into Di Bi's mouth, and casually took out ropes to tie Di Bi into a cocoon and hang him from the ceiling. Where did he pull so many things from? But since Di Bi has been dealt with, I should continue trying. After an unknown amount of time, I slowly cleared my mind. The sounds I could hear before, the noise from the corridor outside the classroom, the cheering and encouragement from the seniors training on the sports field, gradually disappeared. Instead, the hungry chirping of young birds in the trees and the buzzing of insects in the grass gradually became clearer, and then they too slowly fell silent.