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Chapter 26 Wu Guanan and the Four Great Classical Novels
Don't panic when facing an emergency. Yuan Zhu holds the exorcism manual, sits on the closed toilet, and waits quietly.

Soon, the space around him was shrouded in darkness, and even the toilet beneath him disappeared without a trace. By the time he realized it, he had already stood up and felt the solid ground beneath his feet.

"Ahem, everyone, look at me. This newcomer has pretty good qualities."

A sound cut through the darkness. When Yuan Zhu looked over, his surroundings returned to normal. He had left the restroom and arrived in an unfamiliar indoor space, no longer the [Fire Fang] headquarters.

The black patterned marble floor, white marble columns, and gorgeous golden chandeliers highlight the luxurious style of the rich and powerful everywhere.

An elegant man in a black suit, white gloves, gold-rimmed glasses and a smile on his face was standing under a gorgeous chandelier, gazing at everyone with a smile, as if he was looking at a new favorite toy.

The more I look at it, the happier I am, and the more satisfied I am.

"Mee-yeah-yeah..." This is the sound of sheep.

"Where is this?" This was an exclamation.

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

"Huh?" This was a curious sound.

Yuan Zhu looked around and saw several other people, just like him, who had been suddenly transported into this tycoon's hall. Some looked confused and bewildered, some nervous and panicked, while others' eyes were filled with inquisitive curiosity.

The person closest to him was a girl with short hair, wearing blue and white casual clothes, half-frame glasses, and a bulging backpack. Her hair was pink, and her appearance was above average. She had a round face that looked ordinary at first glance, but on closer inspection, she was quite attractive.

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

At this time, the female investigator was scanning everyone in the room with a scrutinizing gaze. She did not linger on Yuan Zhu, but stared at the burly man behind him.

Looking back, he saw a middle-aged, bald, and muscular black man standing behind him, nearly two meters tall, as strong as an ox. He was breathing heavily, with a bulging belly. He was staring coldly at the female investigator, neither of them giving in.

The pungent smell of blood rushed into my nose. This strong black man not only held a bloody bone-chopping knife, but also had a large patch of black, coagulated dirt on his rubber apron, which was covered in blood as if it had been splashed with a basin of blood, and blood was flowing down his chest.

Uh... judging by his appearance, this black uncle should be a butcher? He doesn't necessarily mean a murderer, right?
Taking a half step back as a sign of respect, Yuan Zhu continued to look around and saw an old country woman holding a hemp rope. Her face was wrinkled and frosted, and her clothes were patched and worn. She was thin and dry, and her life was very hard.

At the other end of the hemp rope, there was a little goat with black spots on a white background. The goat was struggling vigorously, trying to break free from the hemp rope, and kept cursing: "Mee ye ye ye..."

On the side of the old lady was a man with colorful mixed hair and a panicked look in his eyes, who kept muttering, "Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!"

The boy was young, wearing a leather jacket studded with nails and metal spikes. He had a row of lip studs on his left upper lip, a nose ring, and two metal rings pierced in the corners of his right eyebrow. His hair was a red, yellow, blue, and green Mohawk, a punk look reminiscent of a post-apocalyptic bosozoku.

Unfortunately, he was holding a modified pipe wrench, but he looked weak and cowardly, bending over and timidly begging for mercy. After a long time, when no one paid any attention to him, he stood up with a wry smile and kept backing away, trying to hide in the corner.

Finally, there was a soft-spoken girl in work clothes, pigtails, and a friendly smile. She tried her best to hide the nervousness and anxiety in her eyes. She smiled at everyone, trying to show her harmless side, and said, "I'm an employee of 'September Bakery'. May I ask where this place is? Who are you all?"

Upon hearing this question, Yuan Zhu had the same question. Why did this scene, this image, feel so familiar?
"Infinite flow! This is of course the 'Huangtian Space', otherwise what would be the situation? 'Infinite Terror', one of the four ancient masterpieces of the ancient Xi Kingdom, haven't you read it?" The pink-haired and bespectacled girl with a backpack suddenly spoke up. She didn't seem panicked at all, but looked around with curiosity, her eyes flashing with eagerness to try.

"Infinite flow? I've read similar novels in the newspaper. The author is rubbish and not a human being. He hasn't published any more novels for half a year!" The mixed-haired guy with a cockscomb huddled in the corner suddenly spoke up, trying to show off his knowledge.

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

The man with the cockscomb-haired hair flushed red, and after a long pause, he finally refuted, "Nonsense! I finished junior high school! I even have a diploma."

Yuan Zhu searched his memory and found no relevant information. He couldn't help but ask, "What are the Four Great Classics?" Is it the one I know?
Pink-haired glanced at Yuan Zhu, realizing he was a wildly handsome man. Her eyes lit up, and she happily began to explain, "About seven hundred years ago, in the ancient eastern kingdom of the continent, a remarkable genius named Wu Guan'an appeared. This scholar, having failed numerous examinations, experienced enlightenment one night in a dilapidated temple in the wilderness. Some also say he was possessed by a spirit, and from then on, he gave up pursuing fame and fortune, and instead made a living by writing books."

"During his lifetime, Wu Xiucai wrote four masterpieces in succession: Journey to the West to Exorcise Evil, Mythology of the Three Kingdoms, Records of the Demonic Star's Troublemaking, and the final and most imaginative work, Infinite Terror, which ties the previous three books together. This final work tells the story of the [Huang Tian Dao Zun Space], which allows mortals to travel through different time and space and connect with different worlds."

"Uh..." Yuan Zhu opened his mouth, wanting to spit something out, but he didn't dare. Another time traveler?

At this point, the cockscomb-haired guy couldn't help but jump out, "I know, I know. The ancients said his writing was too plain and blunt, devoid of literary grace, using only the expression 'horrible!' It was a complete disgrace to his manners! But his imagination was unbridled, he pioneered a school of thought, revived novelists, and ushered in the second wave of the modern novel."

Yuan Zhu opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Damn, 'this is terrifying,' right? He must be a time traveler! 'Wu Guan'an,' right? Damn, that's quite a joke. I wonder what he's done with the first three classics? If I get a chance, I'll definitely check out these four ancient books.

At this time, the beautiful investigator from the Security Bureau spoke up: "Now is not the time for small talk. The most important thing is to understand the current situation. Am I right, sir?"

After saying that, the young lady looked under the chandelier. There was a man in a suit and glasses who looked at everyone with a satisfied smile, but he didn't seem to be there.

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

The young lady wasn't buying it. "Why don't you tell me what the real business is? I haven't asked you yet, but what are you doing..."

"My name is Li Kejian, and I'll be your captain for the next period of time. As the young lady just mentioned, you've arrived at a place similar to the 'Huang Tian Dao Zun Space.' Due to some fateful circumstances, you've been selected to stay in this room. Although it's a bit embarrassing, let me say this: Welcome everyone to [Maomao King's Happy Home]."

When the last name was spoken, the usually elegant Captain Li's expression became incredibly complex. Yuan Zhu felt an indescribable sense of shame, even from just hearing it, let alone saying it himself. Goosebumps spread across his skin.

In an instant, the entire room fell silent. Even the investigator, who was about to continue questioning, was caught off guard, her hard-earned momentum shattered.

No one can maintain their final seriousness in front of "Maomao King's Happy Home".

"puff!"

The pink-haired girl couldn't help herself any longer and laughed, "What kind of name is that? It's so cute."

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