Feng Qing, who was listening to the story, was fidgeting.

As mentioned before, Feng Qing was a chuunibyou, and for a chuunibyou, being seen as a fool was one of the most unbearable things in the world. Moreover,

the teahouse was eerily quiet. Feng Qing had never heard such a weird storytelling scene. In the past, the whole place was full of cheers, but now it seemed that apart from the storyteller's voice, there was only the sound of panting.

In such a weird atmosphere, Feng Qing wanted to take out her mobile phone several times. This was really the subconscious reaction of a socially anxious person when facing embarrassment, but she soon realized that things were different now, so she could only stop the action abruptly.

The other guests in the teahouse were all fidgeting, and those who had just made fun of Feng Qing felt like they were about to break out in a cold sweat.

For some reason, that person, just sitting there drinking tea without saying a word, already had an extremely terrifying aura, making the people around him afraid to speak, and even wanting to escape involuntarily.

The storyteller continued to tell the story in such a weird atmosphere.

Although the storyteller himself had already told Yun Shujun's story badly, he was still a very competent person overall, and he was not ambiguous at all when it came to telling the story.

"Come to think of it, this Yun Shujun... was a stunning beauty when she was young, but unfortunately she was infected with a cold poison and fell seriously ill. In her later years, she didn't like to move around. A famous doctor once said that the cold poison in Yun Shujun's body might shorten her lifespan. If she rested quietly, she might be able to die of natural causes. But in order to stop Feng Wuhen, she still traveled thousands of miles to the border..."

Don't say it, although Feng Qing was a little panicked in her heart, she really learned a lot of Yun Shujun's stories from the storyteller, and she was really fascinated by it.

After returning, she felt that she could continue writing on the forum, which was the only thing to be thankful for.

However, when Feng Qing was listening to the story attentively... she had no idea that someone was watching her in an attic not far away.

Chu Changzui frowned and carefully observed every tiny expression of the shopkeeper downstairs.

"Yun Shujun and Feng Wuhen are a pair of mortal enemies known to everyone. They have been fighting each other for decades until their death..."

This Yun Shujun is really a hero. Feng Qing was left with only admiration after listening to Yun Shujun's story, and with such admiration, her expression softened a little.

Feng Qing has a characteristic, that is, because of her long bangs, even if she is just sitting there normally, she will make people feel scary.

So most people don't dare to observe Feng Qing easily, but there is such a person right now.

Only Chu Changzui is looking at her face.

At first, the shopkeeper's face was indeed very gloomy, and even looked a little scary. But as the storyteller slowly told the story of Yun Shujun, the shopkeeper... actually slowly calmed down?

This was simply incredible to Chu Changzui.

After all, everyone can't guess anything else now, but there is one thing that can be guessed.

This shopkeeper must be a cruel and ruthless person.

How can such a person calm down by simply listening to a storyteller telling a story?

About half an hour later, the storyteller let out a long sigh, then bowed to the guests and said, "Everyone, I'm really sorry, I'll stop here today..."

Before he finished his words, everyone around him sighed at the same time. The sigh of one person was not loud, but the sighs of the people in the room were particularly obvious.

Then... the group of guests turned around and ran away without saying a word. The

teahouse owner stood on the second floor and was so distressed that he wanted to reach out and grab the group of guests to stop them from running.

But it was obvious that he didn't dare... because he was also afraid of Feng Qing.

This great god sat down and looked like a big Buddha. No one dared to get close to her.

However, just after everyone ran away, the man slowly stood up and walked in front of the storyteller.

The teahouse owner's breathing suddenly stagnated.

He felt that the storyteller below might be beheaded at any minute, but as a teahouse owner, he didn't dare to rush up to stop the man.

Forget it, wish the gossiper a good journey. For the sake of decades of friendship, he will remember to burn paper. The teahouse owner silently retreated to the back.

Although the storyteller had experienced many ups and downs in his life, his legs trembled when he saw the scene in front of him. He watched the man approaching him step by step, and even raised his hand...

Just when the four words "great hero, spare my life" were already on the storyteller's lips, the man suddenly took off a ring from his hand.

...Hmm?

The storyteller was so scared that he almost ran out of the door, but when the ring was handed to him, he suddenly stopped and his eyes involuntarily drifted towards the ring.

This ring...

When the man handed the ring to the storyteller, even Chu Changzui on the rooftop couldn't help but breathe heavier.

Feng Qing actually dressed up for a while before going out today, and she dressed herself up quite straight. Recently, dressing herself up beautifully has become one of her hobbies.

After all, now you don't need to seize the time to be a social animal, and the pressure in your life is instantly reduced a lot. It's really a pity not to do something to kill the remaining time.

Feng Qing can now change three sets of clothes a day, one set for the morning, noon and evening, and each set must be in line with her mood and the atmosphere at that time.

She came to listen to the story today and specially changed into a nice outfit, which was left by a small drama crew. If Feng Qing had not traveled through time, the crew would actually come to her inn again in a few days, but now they might not be able to come.

Although she was dressed very brightly, Feng Qing actually only brought a few copper coins with her, which were used to pay for tea. But as soon as the storyteller clapped his board, she saw a group of people around her running out desperately, and she realized that she might have ruined the place today.

After staying in her long Liuhai for so many years, Feng Qing occasionally encountered some people who regarded her as a bad person, so when this group of guests ran away, she knew what had happened. It was obvious that the storyteller might not be able to eat tonight because of her.

Feng Qing was actually quite kind-hearted. It was not her intention to starve others for no reason. In a hurry, Feng Qing simply took off her ring.

This ring of hers is not worth much, it just matches the costume she is wearing, it is the most common silver ring - and it is 925 silver.

Relying on the fact that ancient people did not understand 925 silver, Feng Qing handed over the ring with some trepidation. Although it is 925 silver, it looks no different from real silver, and it should have been used in ancient times.

Especially there is a lifelike dragon engraved on it. Although this craftsmanship may be a factory product in modern times, in ancient times, it should be carved by a craftsman himself, so it should be worth some money.

She has ruined someone's place tonight, so it is reasonable for her to give him some compensation, right?

Feng Qing felt a little guilty. She felt that she was really out of tune. The old man had worked so hard to tell the story for so long, but she scared away all the customers with just one sentence. So she embarrassedly handed the ring to the storyteller and said, "Thank you, this is for you."

The storyteller was stunned. Feng Qing was very calm and stuffed the ring into his hand directly, regardless of whether the other party refused or not.

Then Feng Qing walked out like other guests without looking back.

So her steps looked quite calm, but only Feng Qing knew that she wanted to run forward now.

She really didn't want to stay here for a moment. She always felt that if she stayed any longer, it would easily leave a psychological shadow.

For most people with social phobia, they may occasionally walk around their homes, but once a place leaves an embarrassing impression on them, they may never step into that area again in their lives. This is the case with Feng Qing.

She went back to confess to the inn. She had just made a vow to be with the inn for the rest of her life, but now she came out alone. This was a betrayal.

She will definitely stay at home in the future.

Watching the man in front of him walk away without looking back, the storyteller stared blankly at the ring in his hand.

A pure black jade ring that feels particularly textured.

It's heavy, and you can feel the weight just by holding it in your hand.

"Ouch." The teahouse owner who had just been hiding upstairs saw the ring and hurried downstairs, holding an oil lamp in his hand. "Wait a minute, what did the guest just give you?"

The storyteller pointed the black jade ring at the oil lamp.

Under the candlelight, the ring suddenly turned green and transparent like a piece of ice.

There was a naturally formed pattern inside the ring, which looked like a dragon.

The storyteller and the teahouse owner took a breath of cool air.

"Hiss..."

"This thing..." The teahouse owner next to him was also dumbfounded. He had never seen such beautiful jade in his life. "This thing... It wouldn't be surprising even if it was a family heirloom, right?"

"What heirloom? How can this kind of thing be a family heirloom? It's a big deal if someone sees it!" The storyteller immediately held the jade in his hand, and then looked at the direction where Feng Qing left with some trepidation.

The innkeeper also came to his senses at this time, and quickly covered his mouth, not daring to say anything more, while the storyteller looked at the inn opposite with worry.

"This guest... What on earth does he mean?"

"I just told a story... Why did you give me this thing just for listening to a story?"