Restless, embarrassed, and mortified, the shopkeeper was overwhelmed by a jumble of emotions.
How could anyone write about bedroom affairs?
How could anyone write about humans and demons falling in love?
How could there be no continuation?
Working in this bookshop, the shopkeeper had read many travelogues written by court officials and had developed a discerning eye.
Some writers expressed their understanding of worldly life through their words, depicting landscapes of every kind.
Some did not write particularly well, but their prose was seasoned and hit just the right notes.
Some excelled at using gorgeous turns of phrase, while certain ministers' writing carried a touch of madness and disdain for worldly conventions.
But he had never encountered anyone quite like You Hun.
His flaws came in heaps, too numerous to count.
There was little detailed description and no scenes that made readers slap the table in admiration.
It was neither a travelogue recording local customs nor a tender love story, nor a tale of love, hatred, and vengeance.
Even scripts expanded from operas such as Mai Yun Stabs King Zhou, Drumming and Cursing King Zhou, and Stripping and Cursing a Friend were better than this.
It was vulgar, unbearably vulgar, so embarrassing that turning the page felt shameful.
Seeing the shopkeeper's strange expression, Peng Zun was puzzled and leaned over for a look.
One glance was enough to make him feel profoundly uncomfortable, almost nauseated. A fox's tail suddenly appeared on the other party during intercourse? That would surely frighten someone into impotence for the rest of his life!
Peng Zun declared indignantly, "I never imagined such an utterly vulgar book could exist. I cannot imagine what sort of vile person could write something like this!"
He had already understood You Hun's purpose in writing it.
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