Chapter 26: Wu Guan’an And The Four Great Classical Novels
Don’t panic when facing sudden situations. Yuan Zhu held the Exorcism Manual in hand and sat on the closed Toilet, quietly waiting.
Soon, the space around him was quickly enveloped in Darkness, and even the Toilet beneath him disappeared unnoticed. By the time he realized it, he had already stood up, sensing the solid ground under his feet.
“Ahem, everyone look over here. This batch of newcomers has pretty good quality.”
A voice pierced the Darkness. When Yuan Zhu looked toward the sound, the surrounding environment restored itself again. He had left the Toilet and arrived in an unfamiliar Indoor Space, no longer at Fire Fang headquarters.
Black-patterned Marble floor, white Stone Pillars, golden Ornate Chandeliers everywhere, all highlighting a tycoon’s luxurious style.
A man wearing a black tuxedo, White Gloves, Gold-rimmed Glasses, with a smiling face, elegant and poised, stood under the Ornate Chandelier, smilingly gazing at everyone, as if looking at some newly acquired favorite toy.
The more he looked, the happier he got; the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
“Baaah…” This was a goat’s bleat.
“Where is this?” This was a cry of alarm.
“Don’t hurt me!” This was a plea for mercy.
“Huh?” This was a curious sound.
Yuan Zhu looked around and saw a few other people like himself, abruptly teleported into this tycoon Hall. Some were dazed and confused, some nervous and panicked, and some had eyes full of curious inquiry.
Closest to him was a girl with ear-length short hair, wearing blue-and-white casual Clothes, half-rim Glasses, and a bulging Backpack. Her hair was pink, her Appearance above average, the type with a small round face that seemed ordinary at first glance but grew on you upon closer inspection.
Not far from the Backpack short-haired girl stood another tall, outstandingly beautiful big sister with a black single ponytail and Boots on her feet. Her familiar retro-style Uniform had even more complex and ornate patterns than Fatty Wang’s, letting Yuan Zhu immediately realize her identity: Security Bureau Investigator.
At this moment, the female Investigator scanned everyone in the Room with scrutinizing eyes, not lingering on Yuan Zhu, but fixing her gaze on the burly man behind him.
Looking back, behind him stood a nearly two-meter-tall, bull-like robust, huffing heavily, pot-bellied middle-aged bald fat sturdy Black Uncle. He held a cold, icy gaze, staring down the female Investigator from afar, neither yielding.
A pungent bloody smell assaulted the nostrils. This Black Uncle burly man not only held a dripping Bone Cleaver, but his chest-front rubber apron, stained with large patches of black solidified grime, was drenched in blood as if a basin had been poured over it, blood streaming down profusely.
Uh… judging by the look, this Black Uncle should be a Butcher? Surely not a Murderer!
Stepping back half a pace to show respect, Yuan Zhu continued looking around and then saw an Old Woman from the countryside holding a hemp rope. Her face was full of weathered wrinkles, wearing patched-up tattered clothes, skinny and withered, looking like she lived a hardscrabble life.
At the other end of the hemp rope was tethered a black-spotted white Little Goat, full of vigor and struggling nonstop to escape the rope’s bonds, bleating “Baaah…” non-stop from its mouth.
On the Old Woman’s side was a colorfully mottled-haired man with panicked eyes, muttering nonstop: “Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me!”
This boy wasn’t very old, wearing a leather jacket studded with iron nails and metal spikes. His upper left lip had a row of lip studs, a nose ring on his nose, and two metal rings pierced at the outer corner of his right eyebrow. His hair was a red-yellow-blue-green gradient Mohawk Chicken Comb Head, a full post-apocalyptic wasteland biker Punk outfit.
Unfortunately, though he held a modified Pipe Wrench, he had a total weakling coward look, hunched over and timidly pleading into the void. After a long time with no one paying him attention, he sheepishly stood up, constantly backing away, trying to hide in the farthest corner.
Finally, there was a soft girl wearing work Clothes, with braids, a friendly smile on her face, trying hard to hide the tension and unease in her eyes, smiling at everyone, striving to show a harmless side, and speaking up: “I’m an Employee of ‘September Bakery’. May I ask what place this is? And who are all of you?”
Hearing this question, Yuan Zhu had the same doubt. This scene, this picture—why did it feel so familiar, like déjà vu?
“Infinite flow, of course! This is naturally ‘Yellow Heaven Space’. What else could it be? ‘Infinite Terror’, one of the ancient Xi State four great classics. Haven’t you all read it?”
The pink-haired Glasses girl with the Backpack suddenly spoke up, showing no panic at all, instead full of curiosity as she looked around eagerly, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“Infinite flow? I’ve read similar novels in the newspaper. Garbage author being inhumane, hasn’t updated for over half a year!” The mottled-haired Chicken Comb Head shrinking in the corner suddenly spoke up, trying hard to show off his knowledge.
“Wow! You can actually read? With your look, I thought you were just some street illiterate thug!” The pink-haired girl was amazed.
The Chicken Comb Head’s face flushed red, he held it in for a long time, then retorted: “Nonsense, I finished all of junior high! And I have the graduation certificate.”
Yuan Zhu searched his own Memory and found no relevant information, couldn’t help asking: “What are the four great classics?” Is it the one I know?
The pink-haired one glanced at Yuan Zhu, saw he was a wild-style handsome guy, her eyes lit up, and she happily explained: “About seven hundred years ago, in the eastern ancient country of Geng Continent, a once-in-a-millennium genius named Wu Guan’an appeared. This scholar failed the exams repeatedly, had an Enlightenment in a wilderness ruined temple one night—some say he was possessed by ghosts and gods—from then on no longer pursued officialdom, but made a living by writing books.
“Scholar Wu wrote four monumental works in his lifetime: ‘Journey to the West: Demon Subduing Edition’, ‘Mythical Three Kingdoms’, ‘Demon Star Calamity Record’, and the last one, the most fantastical, linking the first three: ‘Infinite Terror’. This final one is about a space revered as Yellow Heaven Way that allows Mortals to traverse different Times and Spaces, and Worlds.
“Uh…” Yuan Zhu opened his mouth, wanting to spit something out, but he didn’t dare. Another transmigrator?
At this time, the Chicken Comb Head couldn’t help jumping in again: “I know, I know. Ancient critics said his writing was flat and straightforward, devoid of literary flair, only knowing to use ‘Terror as such!’, utterly disgracing literature! But his imagination was wildly fantastical, opening a new school, revitalizing the novelists, and leading the second wave of new-style novels.”
Yuan Zhu opened his mouth, wanted to speak but stopped.
Damn ‘Terror as such’, right? Definitely a transmigrator! ‘Wu Guan’an’, huh? Pretty meme-worthy. Wonder how he mangled the first three classics? If there’s a chance, gotta find these four ancient books to read.
At this time, the pretty Investigator Lady from the Security Bureau spoke: “This isn’t the time for chit-chat. The most important thing is to figure out the current situation. Am I right, sir?”
After speaking, the Miss looked toward under the Chandelier, at the tuxedo Glasses man who had little presence, watching everyone with a satisfied smile.
“No rush, we still have plenty of Time. Everyone can get to know each other first, then discuss the main business.”
The Miss wasn’t buying it: “How about you tell me first what the main business is? Haven’t asked yet, who might you be…?”
“I’m Li Kejian, your Captain for the foreseeable future. As this Miss just said, you’ve arrived at a place similar to ‘Yellow Heaven Way Venerable Space’. Due to certain karmic ties, you’ve been selected into the Room I belong to. Though a bit embarrassing, I still must say: Welcome everyone to join [Mao Mao King’s Happy Home].”
When saying the last name, the usually elegant and poised Captain Li’s expression had become complex beyond the heavens. Don’t even mention saying it himself—even just hearing it with his ears made Yuan Zhu feel an indescribable shame, goosebumps rising all over.
In an instant, the entire Room fell silent. Even the Investigator Lady who was about to continue questioning got stuck, her hard-built momentum shattered to pieces.
No one could maintain their last shred of seriousness in front of [Mao Mao King’s Happy Home].
“Pfft!”
The pink-haired Miss couldn’t hold back anymore and mocked: “What kind of name is this? So cute.”
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