Reversing the Heavenly Gang, what a reversing of the Heavenly Gang!
Han Feiyu loved this kind of play, and he was once again certain that there were many talented people in their storytelling community.
Previously, my imagination was limited by my abilities, but now that my abilities have improved, I can do whatever I want.
Friends, unleash your imagination!
He continued watching the show, while Old Wang had already given up hope.
Why did it turn out this way? The four of them were traveling together, which should have provided better protection against the storyteller's attacks.
Now, he's being treated like a storyteller, his limbs chopped off by three old buddies.
Their medical skills are also very advanced; there are doctors who can help, and there are medications available to reattach severed limbs.
But now that he's being treated as a storyteller, does he still have a chance to prove his innocence and go back alive?
As everyone knows, only those who have wronged you truly know how wronged you are.
The three storytellers watched Old Wang's expression, which went from initial confusion to pain, bewilderment, and despair, and they began to feel a surge of pleasure.
Of course, when acting, you have to go all the way; they are very professional.
"Tell me, when did you kill Old Wang? What are you trying to do by infiltrating our group?"
"Mmm..."
"You're not going to talk, huh? If you're not going to talk, don't blame us for teaching you a lesson."
He picked up the scabbard and began whipping Old Wang relentlessly. If his body hadn't been held down, he probably would have been whipped into a spinning top.
"Will you tell me or not? Will you tell me or not?"
"Mmm..."
Old Wang's eyes widened; he wanted to say, "Let go of his mouth!"
"Old Li, I've thought of something. Is there something he's trying to say?"
"Uh, it seems so?"
Just as Old Wang was about to shout, a stinky sock was stuffed back in, and he removed his hand from his mouth.
Old Wang seriously suspected that his old friend hadn't changed his socks in a long time, and wondered if mushrooms were growing on his mouth.
"I knew you weren't being honest. I'll give you one more chance. Tell me your purpose honestly, or we'll all be getting our hands dirty."
"Mmm..."
Old Wang nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Alright, tell me, storyteller, what is your purpose?"
"No, buddy, I'm really not a storyteller. I'm just Old Wang. Look at me, look at me."
"You're Old Wang? How can you prove you're Old Wang?"
Old Wang: ?
What the hell? What do you mean by making him prove that he is himself?
"I have a birthmark on my chest that I've had since I was a child. Shouldn't that prove it?"
"How could that be? Don't think we don't know. When a storyteller is replaced, it's a complete replacement from head to toe."
Birthmark? Old Wang's birthmark—isn't it perfectly normal for you, the storyteller, to have gotten your hands on it?
Old Wang had even more questions on his mind. "No, are you deliberately making things difficult for me? How do you expect me to prove it?"
"Hey... Lao Liu, we've been playing together since we were kids. Do you remember that time we threw firecrackers into the water and blew the fish out?"
As a result, he angered several fishermen nearby who had caught nothing and they chased and beat him up.
"Also, you were naughty when you were eight years old. You tried to peep at the neighbor's wife taking a shower, and I had to cover for you."
He racked his brains, trying to recall their dark history as much as possible. These things should be able to prove his true identity, right?
"Hmph, memories can be faked too. I've heard that storytellers can replace people and see the memories of their victims."
From the few times I wet my pants as a child to what I ate in the last few days, everything is crystal clear. This is also part of your storyteller's trick!
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