Picking Up Fluffballs in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

Several hundred years ago, a master wrote a collection of ghost stories and gave it to an old friend.

Who could have known that the monsters in the book would suddenly become real and escape? In no time, the living world was devastated, bringing calamity upon the whole realm.

The great orthodox sects rose up together to hunt them down, but some still slipped through the net.

Time passed, the years rolled on, and before long, a new era began.

Beichen never imagined that the line between prophetic words and a jinx was so thin. Nor did he expect that the fat cat who had lived at home for at least thirty or fifty years would one day be detained on the charge of illegally becoming a spirit. Wait, isn't this a modern, scientific society? How can things still become spirits? His grandfather left him this inheritance, and now he has to pay a fine for it? Staring at his empty wallet, Beichen asked with difficulty: How much is bail?

Unable to come up with the money, Beichen was forced to join the Special Investigations Unit, selling himself to pay off the debt and earn his freedom sooner so he could reclaim his weak, helpless, but very hungry little kitty.

Unfortunately, on his very first day at work, this pig beat up the black-headed Pegasus belonging to the white dog in the neighboring unit...

Before he even got paid, Beichen received a huge compensation bill. Furious, he held a cat in one hand and a dog in the other. "Who's the dog's owner? Come out! We have to split this bill fifty-fifty!"

The dog's owner, Kunpeng, hid in his office and nervously searched online: What should I do if my dog beats up my partner's cat?

The first case Beichen received after joining the Special Investigations Unit felt strangely familiar: these creatures looked just like the painted-skin monsters his grandfather had told him about as a child...

Then one case after another happened right around him, making Beichen ever more certain: they were supernatural stories his grandfather had told him when he was little.

A simple, honest, but dim-witted poor student suddenly becomes clever and cunning; a beautiful woman stands in a corridor dripping with blood late at night, holding a heart and singing; whispers at midnight in Lanruo Temple, and the secret of the Dao Ancestor's meditation cushion.

Ying Ning, a lively and beautiful young college student; an apparently ordinary three-legged pet tortoise; three trees laden with jewels...

The mystery of his great-grandfather's identity, old friends he doesn't recognize, and a deskmate who has passed away: one mystery after another is unraveled before Beichen's eyes.

Cat: Did you know you have a betrothed, arranged when you were babies?

Bei: We mustn't indulge in feudal superstition.

Kunpeng: The bill...

Bei: We can still give things a try.

Kunpeng: Would you like to try an office romance?

Bei: No, I'm afraid my butt will hurt.

Cat: ???

Beichen has a not-very-reliable gift for prophetic words and a rather reliable jinxing skill.

Modern setting, with elements from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, Notes from the Thatched Abode of Close Observations, The Classic of Mountains and Seas, the primordial wilderness, and more.

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Next novel: [Crossover] The Heroes Are Three and a Half

Mo Ya thought he had either been reborn or transmigrated into the Marvel Universe. He had a small detached house in a busy neighborhood, a little patch of lawn, and lived alone.

Then one day, Mo Ya went out and found a little BABY wearing a skintight suit, a tiny cape, and sucking on a finger...

Whoa, all the heroes have gotten smaller?

Mo Ya rubbed his chin and wondered, "Does a three-year-old still need diapers changed?"

All the shrunken heroes are hazy and have almost no memories~

Theme: Seek the light, but never forget the darkness.