Normal hotel stays, normal transactions, normal interactions between guests and hotel owners.
The shop assistants were cleaning, the manager was looking at the accounts, and the chefs were cooking in the kitchen.
Everything seemed so normal.
Until the fortune teller entered the room and closed the door.
"bump……"
The door closed, separating two worlds.
At the same time, everyone in the inn stopped what they were doing, turned their heads, and smiled as they looked towards the room.
"He didn't realize it, he even walked right into the trap, hahaha, I knew it, I knew it, he couldn't see my abilities this time."
It's obvious that this is someone's territory.
Honestly, Han Feiyu never expected this to happen; the fortune teller had come knocking on his door.
This inn is a product of his fictional original work, and the staff and such inside are his puppets.
He had been traveling until evening and wanted to rest for a while, and also see if any unlucky (crossed out) lucky people would come by so he could have some fun with them.
To his utter surprise, his very first customer was the fortune teller he had been longing to meet.
The shopkeeper stroked his chin, analyzing the current situation.
"Can modern storytellers, in theory, restrain themselves from this kind of divination and fortune-telling approach?"
The resurgence of the new school of storytelling involves taking advantage of or fabricating original manuscripts, and then impersonating the characters in those manuscripts.
In other words, in the eyes of these fortune tellers, they are not storytellers, but Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, and those who were killed by the storytellers.
In this way, misjudgments caused by erroneous information can sometimes be fatal.
Just like now, fortune tellers are racking their brains, trying their best to escape.
But by sheer chance, he ended up in what was the most dangerous place for him.
"A very good start. I must treat this friend well, otherwise how can I make a lasting impression on him?"
Yes, that's it. We must make our friend feel at home, to the point of being moved to tears.
"Innkeeper, we are six brothers, looking for a place to stay."
A new voice interrupted his thoughts. Han Feiyu hadn't expected that someone else would arrive at this time.
"Oh, six guests, please come in. Is there anything you can't eat? I'll go tell the chef to prepare the dishes."
Double happiness! We just found a fortune teller, and now we have some new friends. This night is going to be very interesting and fun.
The burly men gave them the money, said nothing, and went straight upstairs.
"Brother, this is terrifying! When did the storyteller replace Fifth Brother? And now he's trying to drug us!"
If his acting hadn't been so bad and he hadn't accidentally given himself away, I think all of us brothers would have been finished.
"Don't even mention it. Just thinking about it makes me sick. I almost drank the water laced with sleeping pills."
"Hey, these storytellers are really something else! They used to be harmless, but now they've turned into monsters!"
Thinking back to what they had experienced before, the group felt a sense of relief; thankfully, they hadn't fallen victim to it.
Now that we've run far away, that guy can't possibly catch up, right?
Han Feiyu listened from the side. Although he wasn't the one who caused these people's misfortunes, it was partly because of him.
This gave him a wonderful sense of accomplishment.
The weather in Zhejiang is truly outrageous. We don't experience autumn at all; it's like going straight from summer to winter.
The temperature dropped by more than ten degrees in one day, and the author also caught a cold. I can still maintain three updates a day, but I may not be able to post on time during this period. Sorry.
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