In the latrine of the Treasure Hunting Pavilion, the clerk Zhang San was so drained he was on the verge of collapse.
After finally confirming there was nothing left to expel, he unfolded the crumpled paper and began to clean himself.
He hadn't even had time to fully unfold the last piece of paper when he heard someone call his name.
"Zhang San, don't wipe your ass!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang San's face went pale with fright.
He had no other hobbies, aside from listening to storytellers.
Just yesterday, he had heard a story about the particular passions of some noblemen for other men.
Now, hearing that voice, he was so scared that he clutched the last piece of paper tightly in his hand and hastily pulled up his pants.
Just as he pulled his pants up to his waist, Zhang San saw the stall door get yanked open. A man with bloodshot eyes and a ferocious expression lunged toward him.
