Why did it turn out this way? It started with one or two storytellers trying to cause trouble, but it turned into three storytellers ganging up on a victim.
Now, the four storytellers are having a team-building event, preparing to do some more fun.
It must be said that these storytellers, including Han Feiyu, are all very energetic.
Following the same trick they had used to trick Old Wang, the four of them went to the four-person room next door.
"What's wrong with you guys? It's not even dawn yet, why are you opening the door? Can't a person get some sleep?"
"Brothers, get up! Something's happened! We think we've spotted the storyteller."
"What? Really? Storyteller!"
"Really, why would we lie to you about something like this? Would we have nothing better to do?"
The four people lying on the bed did not notice that the expressions of the four people at the door seemed a little strange.
The next morning, while having breakfast downstairs.
"Brother, look at that table over there. Didn't they have eight people yesterday? Why is there only one person here today?"
"Is this any of your business? Maybe the remaining seven people just want to stay in bed and don't want to get up."
Let's just mind our own business. I wonder if the storyteller has caught up with us yet.
We're about to enter the city. Once we're there, I don't believe the storyteller would dare to commit violence in public again.
The leader of the martial arts team, who had been ambushed by the storyteller once, gazed in the direction of their destination.
That place, once you get there...
"I say, brother, you have a brilliant idea."
The storyteller wholeheartedly agreed with the man's assessment; once in the city, he certainly wouldn't make a move in public.
However, dealing with them slowly, one by one, silently, is also an option.
Perhaps, such an action is even more interesting.
The group that came to the inn last night gradually left, and it was around this time that the fortune teller came down from upstairs.
"It's so frustrating. The divination hasn't worked out yet, and I don't know how long I'll have to keep hiding..."
He didn't get a good night's sleep last night, and his intuition kept alerting him, keeping him constantly vigilant.
However, his intuition told him that he couldn't go out or leave the room, even though he wanted to escape.
He was terrified all night, but when he came out and found nothing wrong, he almost cried.
"Oh, sir, your health isn't good. I've always told young people to be moderate, but you're getting on in years, so you need to be even more careful."
"No, shopkeeper, what are you talking about? Have you misunderstood something?"
The fortune teller immediately retorted, "What do you mean? Don't slander people out of thin air!"
"It's okay, it's okay, I understand. You didn't do anything last night."
"You... never mind, I don't want to explain anymore, you wouldn't believe me anyway."
"Give me two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge. I need to eat so I can continue on my way."
"Okay, here you go. Eat it so you can get on your way."
Although he felt quite good about the inn, he couldn't stay in one place for too long.
I don't know if this divination means things are really bad, or if there is some unavoidable danger.
The longer he stays in one place, the more likely he is to encounter misfortune.
He cannot stop; as long as he doesn't stop, the road will keep extending...
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