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In this world, there are fireworks and evil spirits hiding in the shadows. There are people in suits and leather shoes, holding long swords, guarding the peace of the city. And I, Wang Dazhuang, wearing a washed plaid shirt and riding a second-hand electric donkey, killed the most ferocious monster in the funniest way. I can bargain with the rat demon, chat with the Yin spirit about setting up the dragon gate formation, and complain about the stingy rewards of the system. But as long as someone dares to hurt ordinary people, I will immediately put away all my playful smiles. Being silly is my protective color, and being funny is my weapon. I don't have earth-shattering abilities or a distinguished life experience. I only have one mouthful of Trump, a heart that protects my shortcomings, and a system that accompanies me to fight with each other. "What I guard is not the avenue, but the braised pork in the cafeteria, the laughter of my roommates, and the lights of this world."