"We're not entirely sure, but we just feel that a few guys in the team are acting a little differently than before."
A storyteller whispered to him, warning him to be careful not to be ambushed by the storyteller.
Although it was just a suspicion, Old Wang was now completely unable to sleep. He was terrified that one of his acquaintances would suddenly turn into a storyteller and stab him in the back.
"Guys, can I still trust you guys?"
"Of course, what kind of relationship do we have? You can trust us the most."
He hesitated as he looked at the three old men in front of him. In the light of the oil lamp, each of them had such a sincere expression.
He had initially suspected that there might be a storyteller among them, but now he was convinced that the three brothers were definitely safe.
They're all old friends, and he still doubts them? He deserves to die.
"Everyone should be careful lately. It would be best if there were no storytellers around, but if there are, it's safer to be on guard."
"Yes, I know that too. Let's work together from now on, so no one gets left out."
“Good idea, that’s what I was thinking too.”
Old Wang reached an agreement with the three storytellers: as long as they acted together, they wouldn't have to worry about any of them being switched out by the storytellers.
As they chatted, Old Wang, no longer feeling tired and even startled by a few people, felt he needed to go to the toilet.
"Brother, come with me. I don't feel safe going alone."
"It's okay, we'll go with you. There's nothing to be afraid of now."
The door opened again, and Old Wang looked at their group of four, feeling completely safe.
A storyteller? He'll never return.
No matter how skilled a storyteller is, it's just one person. But this place is different; there are four of them!
It's the same familiar corridor, the same familiar place, the perfect spot where two storytellers clashed and three storytellers confronted each other not long ago.
In his most relaxed moment, he heard his companion's voice.
"Old Wang, I'll tell you a secret."
"What?"
"We suspect that you are the storyteller."
Old Wang: ?!
Before he could react, one person cut off his left leg and left hand, another cut off his right leg and right hand, and yet another choked him and covered his mouth, preventing him from screaming.
The whole process was completed in one go, and by the time Lao Wang realized what was happening, he had already lost the ability to move.
"Mmm..."
"Hehe, storyteller, stop making this futile struggle. We've already seen through you."
You give us a different feeling than Lao Wang; you're definitely not the real Lao Wang.
"Tell me, when exactly did you replace Old Wang and infiltrate our team?"
"Mmm!"
If Old Wang weren't being gagged, he probably would have already started cursing.
What the hell? What do you mean you suspect I'm a storyteller and want me to prove I'm myself?
How is he supposed to prove this? And can you guys please let go of my mouth?
Han Feiyu found it amusing. What a master of false accusation! What a rebellious act! Not only did they take down the target, but they also tortured his mind and body?
It's a good job, he likes it.
The first update is here. The author is feeling a little better, at least not as badly as before.
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