Wu Guan'an and the Four Great Classical Novels

Facing a sudden situation, Yuan Zhu didn't panic. He held the Exorcism Handbook and sat on the closed toilet, waiting quietly.

Soon, the space around him was quickly enveloped in darkness, and even the toilet beneath him disappeared without him noticing. By the time he realized it, he was already standing, feeling the solid ground beneath his feet.

"Ahem, everyone look over here. This batch of newbies, not bad at all."

A voice cut through the darkness, and when Yuan Zhu looked in the direction of the sound, the surrounding environment returned to normal. He was no longer in the toilet, but in an unfamiliar indoor space, no longer the Fire Fang headquarters.

Black patterned marble floors, white marble pillars, and a dazzling golden chandelier everywhere highlighted the nouveau riche's extravagant style.

A man in a black suit, wearing white gloves and gold-rimmed glasses, with a smile on his face and an elegant demeanor, was standing beneath the magnificent chandelier, gazing at everyone with a smile, as if looking at newly acquired favorite toys.

The more he looked, the happier he became; the more he looked, the more satisfied he was.

"Baa, baa..." This was the sound of a sheep.

"Where is this?" This was a cry of surprise.

"Don't hurt me!" This was a plea for mercy.

"Huh?" This was a sound of curiosity.

Yuan Zhu looked around and saw several other people who, like him, had been abruptly teleported into this nouveau riche hall. Some were dazed and confused, some were nervous and panicked, and others had eyes full of exploration and curiosity.

Closest to him was a short-haired girl with ear-length hair, wearing blue and white casual clothes, half-frame glasses, and a bulging backpack. Her hair was pink, and her appearance was slightly above average, the kind of small round face that looked ordinary at first glance, but became more attractive upon closer inspection.

Not far from the backpack-wearing short-haired girl stood another tall, beautiful woman with a black ponytail and riding boots. The familiar retro uniform, with patterns even more intricate and ornate than those on Fatty Wang's clothes, made Yuan Zhu immediately recognize her identity: a Security Bureau investigator.

At this moment, the female investigator was scanning everyone in the room with scrutinizing eyes, not lingering on Yuan Zhu, but staring at the strong man behind him.

Looking back, behind him stood a middle-aged, bald, fat, and strong black man, nearly two meters tall, built like a bull, panting heavily, and with a protruding belly. He was staring coldly at the female investigator from across the room, neither willing to give way.

The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. This black strong man was not only holding a dripping cleaver, but the rubber apron, with large patches of black solidified dirt, was also drenched in blood, flowing down like a waterfall.

Uh... judging by the look, this black uncle should be a butcher? He couldn't be a serial killer, could he! Taking half a step back to show respect, Yuan Zhu continued to look around, then saw a rural old woman holding a hemp rope. Her face was full of weathered wrinkles, her clothes were patched and worn, thin and dry, looking like she lived a hard life.

At the other end of the hemp rope was a white-and-black spotted goat, full of energy, struggling to break free from the rope, and constantly "Baa, baa..." cursing.

On the old woman's side was a colorful, mottled-haired boy with a panicked expression, constantly muttering, "Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!"

This boy wasn't old, wearing a leather jacket studded with iron nails and metal spikes. He had a row of lip piercings on his left upper lip, a nose ring, and two metal rings pierced into the corner of his right eyebrow. His hair was a red, yellow, blue, and green gradient mohawk, a punk look straight out of a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Unfortunately, he was holding a modified pipe wrench, but looked like a weakling, cowering and begging for mercy in the void. After a long time of being ignored, he chuckled and stood up, constantly retreating, trying to hide in the farthest corner.

Finally, there was a soft girl wearing work clothes, with braided pigtails and a friendly smile, trying to hide the tension and unease in her eyes, smiling at everyone, trying to show a harmless side, and saying, "I am an employee of September Bakery. May I ask, where is this place? And who are you all?"

Hearing this question, Yuan Zhu had the same question. This scene, this picture, why did it feel so familiar? "Infinite flow! This is of course the Yellow Sky Dao Venerable Space, what else could it be? Immeasurable Horror, one of the ancient Four Great Masterpieces of Xi Kingdom, haven't you read it?"

The pink-haired glasses girl with the backpack suddenly spoke, not panicked at all, but full of curiosity, looking around and measuring, her eyes flashing with eagerness.

"Infinite flow? I've read similar novels in the newspaper. The garbage author is inhuman, and has been on hiatus for more than half a year!" The mottled mohawk head hiding in the corner suddenly spoke, trying to show off his knowledge.

"Wow! You can actually read? Looking at you, I thought you were just an illiterate street punk!" The pink-haired girl was amazed.

The mohawk head's face flushed red, and after holding back for a long time, he retorted, "Nonsense, I finished the entire junior high school! And I have a diploma."

Yuan Zhu searched his memory and found no relevant information, so he couldn't help but ask, "What are the Four Great Masterpieces?" Is it the one I know? The pink hair looked at Yuan Zhu, and after discovering that he was a wild-style handsome guy, her eyes lit up, and she was very happy to explain, "About seven hundred years ago, in the ancient eastern country of Geng Continent, a stunning genius appeared, named Wu Guan'an. This scholar failed the imperial examinations repeatedly, and had a sudden enlightenment in a dilapidated temple in the wilderness one night, or some say he was possessed by ghosts and gods, and from then on, he no longer pursued fame, but made a living by writing books."

"Scholar Wu wrote four masterpieces in his lifetime, namely Journey West to Release Evil Tale, Mythical Three Kingdoms, Demon Star's Calamitous World Record, and finally, the most imaginative, linking the first three books together, Immeasurable Horror. This last one tells the story of the Yellow Sky Dao Venerable Space, which allows mortals to travel through different times and spaces and worlds."

"Uh..." Yuan Zhu opened his mouth, wanting to vomit something, but he didn't dare. Another transmigrator?

At this time, the mohawk head couldn't help but jump out again: "I know, I know. The ancients commented that his writing was straightforward, without any literary talent, and he only used 'How terrifying!', simply ruining civilization! But his imagination was unconstrained, pioneering a new school, revitalizing novelists, and guiding the second wave of new-style novels."

Yuan Zhu, opened his mouth, hesitated.

Damn, 'How terrifying!' is it? He must be a transmigrator! 'Wu Guan'an' is it? Damn, that's quite a meme. I wonder what kind of magic he did to the first three masterpieces? If I have the chance, I must find these four ancient books to read.

At this time, the beautiful investigator lady from the Security Bureau spoke: "Now is not the time to chat, the most important thing is to figure out the current situation. Am I right, sir?"

After speaking, the lady looked at the man in the suit and glasses below the chandelier, who had no presence and was looking at everyone with a satisfied smile.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time. You can get to know each other before talking about the next business."

The lady didn't buy it: "Why don't you tell me what the business is first? I haven't asked yet, who are you...?"

"My name is Li Kejian, and I am your captain for the next period of time. As this lady said just now, you have come to a place similar to the Yellow Sky Dao Venerable Space. Because of some fate, you were selected to enter this room where I am. Although it's a bit embarrassing, I still have to say: Welcome everyone to MaoMao King's Happy Home."

When he said the last name, Captain Li's expression, which had always been elegant, had become so complicated that it broke through the sky. Not to mention saying it himself, even just hearing it, Yuan Zhu felt an unspeakable shame, and goosebumps popped up.

In an instant, the entire room fell silent. Even the investigator lady, who had been planning to continue questioning, was rarely stumped, and the momentum she had painstakingly built up was utterly defeated.

No one could maintain their final seriousness in the face of 'MaoMao King's Happy Home'.

"Pfft!"

The pink-haired lady couldn't hold back any longer and mocked, "What kind of name is that? So cute."

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