Whether it was Old Wang, who had already decided to give up the struggle, or the three storytellers, they all saw the people who had appeared here.

The innkeeper seemed terrified by the scene before him, standing motionless.

The broom in his hand had fallen to the ground. He took two steps back, trying to get away from the place, but one of the storytellers grabbed his shoulder.

"What should we do? It looks like we've been seen?"

"Turn it into the original manuscript together? I don't think it's necessary. This guy is just a passerby."

Firstly, this guy isn't a strong person, and secondly, his identity is useless to us.

Indeed, an ordinary person can only remember what we look like now.

"Knocking them out and leaving them here should be enough. Anyway, we'll be a different person tomorrow."

The storytellers had no intention of directly attacking the man; their main targets were the martial artists.

Because of Han Feiyu's improved storyteller path, an ordinary person, even when transformed into a manuscript, has no combat power.

The power of a reproduction is far less than that of one's own original work; without sufficient acting skills to match, it is easy to create a certain degree of disharmony.

It's like a so-called fake person; at first glance, they seem fine, but upon closer inspection, the more you look, the more suspicious they become.

Moreover, this waiter's identity is of no use outside the inn.

"Smack..."

A chop to the neck landed on the waiter, and the storyteller prepared to take down this unlucky guy who had just stumbled upon the crime scene.

However, the results of his actions were not quite what he had imagined.

"bump……"

The moment the man was hit, his body disappeared, and then a book fell to the ground.

Every storyteller present knew what this book was.

"What, the original manuscript? How is that possible?"

The original manuscript, without a doubt, is an original manuscript, but why has it become an original manuscript?

Where is the storyteller? Where did the storyteller with the original manuscript go? Why is there only one book here?

The three storytellers suddenly started sweating profusely, somewhat bewildered by the situation.

In an inn, a waiter you randomly encounter turns out to be a product of the storyteller's abilities, and the storyteller himself is nowhere to be found.

The fact that storytellers can bring a story to life without combining the story itself with the original manuscript seems rather unscientific to them.

"Could it be some kind of fictional ability? After all, those stories are so strange, creating clones or something isn't impossible, is it?"

"If that's the case, does that mean there's one of our storytellers here? I wonder which group he's in?"

They made a rough guess about the current situation.

The three men had assumed that everyone else was on the first floor, while they, the storytellers, were on the second.

It now appears that while they were causing trouble, someone was secretly observing them from behind.

This guy is on the third floor!

"You guessed some of it right, but you still guessed a lot of things wrong."

A figure appeared beside them at some unknown time, squatting on the ground looking at Old Wang, who was on the verge of death but still had a breath left.

"Oh dear, buddy, what can I say about you? You spout nonsense to our storyteller right in front of us."

If the three of them aren't going to make a move, I'm prepared to play with you, the brave one.

After all, didn't you say that you're not afraid of storytellers, and you don't even care about the all-knowing scholar?

"To fulfill your wishes, shouldn't I, the all-knowing scholar, come and play with you?"

Old Wang: Do you think I still have a chance to struggle?

He doesn't want to say anything anymore. He's really tired and has nothing more to say.

Storytellers, storytellers, storytellers are everywhere!