They spared a few survivors so they could have some sense of participation, which is alright.

With just such a simple conversation, they confirmed the information they had previously obtained from other heroic spirits in history.

Bai Xiaosheng, a chaotic, evil-aligned heroic spirit, is described in most ways without error, and may even be an understatement.

"Don't come near me!"

The mournful cry of a certain heroic spirit still seems to echo in my ears. It's hard to imagine that someone who has become a heroic spirit would still be trapped in that state of fear.

"What's wrong, everyone? What are you all standing there for? Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?"

They snapped their fingers with their right hand and noticed a change in their surroundings.

This place looks like a teahouse; the aroma of tea and snacks already fills the air.

At the same time they entered, a group of waiters came over carrying food boxes.

"Please, esteemed guests."

They have the same attitude as normal people, and it would be even better if you ignored their empty eyes and faces that are no different from sculptures.

"After all, I am also a fictional storyteller, and this teahouse is one of my few safe works."

Give it a try. I put a lot of effort into this manuscript so that I could have a comfortable place to rest even in the middle of nowhere.

This can also be considered one of Han Feiyu's works during his time as Bai Xiaosheng, and many fiction storytellers would do the same.

In the past, the biggest obstacle for storytellers collecting stories was the danger of having to live outdoors alone.

A fictional manuscript with its own room freed them from working for taverns and teahouses.

What? You're saying that a building appearing in the middle of nowhere is particularly eye-catching and therefore unsafe?

This is not a problem. Those robbers are not fools either. With the storyteller's activity, they also know very well that this kind of mysterious building is most likely related to the storyteller.

Their lives are at stake; they will follow the voice of their hearts.

Back to the present, although the snacks in front of them were tempting, they dared not touch them when they thought that this place belonged to Bai Xiaosheng.

"Ahem... Mr. Bai Xiaosheng, we understand your efforts and thank you for your contributions to Earth's safety."

We will inspect and deal with that fragment of the world immediately.

On the Spirit Network, there is information about this world fragmentation; your contribution will not be forgotten.

"That's good. I don't know what to say anymore. Some people are too malicious towards me and have too deep a prejudice against me."

They only know how to fear me. Am I really such a bad person?

Even the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, I actually consider him my friend, and he's my second best friend.

Who's the best? It goes without saying, it's definitely the fortune teller. After he's done his job here, he'll immediately go online and find a fortune teller to play with.

(Fortune teller: Family members, do you think I can escape this calamity?)

"Haha, indeed, indeed, your friend is doing very well, everything is very good..."

The Heroic Spirit Envoy couldn't say anything outwardly, but he was absolutely certain that being friends with Bai Xiaosheng was the worst thing that could happen to him.

Look at the Wan Jian Pavilion Master who was persecuted before, and look at some people who developed PTSD because of Bai Xiaosheng's arrival, who are unwilling to go out and about, and even see everyone as Bai Xiaosheng's heroic spirit.

If he weren't truly outmatched, he would have grabbed Bai Xiaosheng by the collar and given him a good talking-to.

Don't you have any idea what your reputation is like?

However, he dared not speak out, fearing that if he did, he would also become Bai Xiaosheng's "friend".