Half a month had passed, and Little Liu Bei had already spread to a considerable extent.
"Why did Ying Ning have to be a fox spirit? Ah..."
"Brother Huang, could it be that you, too...?"
"What do you mean, me too? Never mind that. Xiang Yu turned out to be a flower spirit as well..."
"Qiu Lian was a carp spirit. But carp don't have that sort of opening, do they? Could it be her mouth? I've heard carp have no teeth, and if you put a wooden stick in their mouths, they'll instinctively suck on it..."
"Good grief, brother, what are you talking about?"
"The monsters and all that are nothing. The real problem is that it cuts off right at the climax. Does anyone know who wrote this book? I'll take something over to his residence. The Laji Festival is coming up, after all. Just a little token of my appreciation."
"It seems to be Grandee You from the court..."
Most of the crowd gathered outside the Yao Bookshop were discussing that Little Liu Bei book, which did not even have a title.
Their remarks were somewhat restrained, however. They discussed only the stories and went no further. After all, few people had skin thick enough to discuss bedroom matters in broad daylight. At most, they talked about the enmity between humans and spirits, using that as grounds for criticism to express their dissatisfaction, while asking after the author's residence along the way.
A small, scrawny figure tried to squeeze through the crowd, immediately drawing a chorus of complaints.
"What are you doing? Can't you see all these people waiting in line? Have you no manners?"
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Get to the back of the line!"
These were all people who had heard the stories of