Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 100 Appeared?
Yi Shuyuan continued to speak vividly.

"At that moment, the wronged souls were rejected from the public gate and were not allowed to enter, and the villagers who stood up for the wronged souls in the public hall were being punished. Suddenly, the woman who died in vain was filled with grief and anger, and she was about to turn into a ghost."

Yi Shuyuan's voice was low and full of sadness. When he talked about this passage, the people around him felt depressed to the extreme.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan's folding fan went up again, covering half of his face, and a faint voice of sorrow sounded from his mouth.

"I'm already a lonely ghost. I can't go back to my home, and I can't be reborn. I'm not willing to die in this desolate place, ah—"

As soon as the voice came out, it turned out to be a female voice, and all the villagers got goosebumps when they heard it, and some even let out a low voice in fright.

The children were afraid but couldn't help being curious.

The bold child lay beside the storyteller, turned his head sideways to look behind the fan, and realized that it was really the storyteller's voice.

Seeing this, the two children with snotty noses widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

Yi Shuyuan looked sideways at the child, and immediately returned to seriousness after a slight smile. He put down his fan, and his voice immediately became low.

"When the official saw this, although he was afraid in his heart, he couldn't bear it any longer, otherwise his conscience would be disturbed!"

"Scholars have ambitions, learn from the wisdom of the sages, and inherit the great righteousness. How can it be said that if you die, you will not be rescued if you are wronged?"

Yi Shuyuan fanned his fan slightly, and the moment he covered his face, his voice changed immediately, bursting into a firm and powerful voice.

"stop--"

There is no need for the storyteller to narrate at this moment, all the people in the listening village know that it is the voice of the official who prevented the execution
The people who listened to the book were completely immersed in the story, and almost all men and women, old and young, breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Hui Mian huddled inside Yi Shuyuan's cloak, not only listening to the master's story, but also paying attention to the surrounding situation.

Yi Shuyuan's voice was not limited to the village square by the pool, but spread far and wide, constantly echoing in the village.

One hand patted lightly on the outside of the clothes, and after Hui Mian understood, he slid out from the corner of the cloak that was almost hanging on the ground.

No one noticed a little mink running away quickly, and everyone was attracted by the storyteller's eloquent interpretation.
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Hui Mian's movement speed is very fast, and he is not limited to running on flat ground, but is also constantly moving around stones and house walls.

His eyes wandered around, following Hui Mian's rapid movement in the village, carefully observing many places.

Although he was uneasy, even though he was very nervous at the moment, but Yi Shuyuan asked him to help him, so Hui Mian would definitely not lose the chain.

My husband rarely asks me to help, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm also a monster!
Hui Mian comforted himself, and ran quickly in the village, walking through the corridors, walking on the walls and climbing on the wooden beams.

Bird's nest, swallow's nest, rat's nest.
no, no, no
None, not a single swallow, not a single mouse!
Mr. is always so nuanced, Mr. intuition is always so accurate!

Hui Mian seems to be a little fatter at the moment, but it's not really fatter, but because his body is cold and his hair is a little bursting.

Sometimes, you don't have to start from the perspective of mysterious spells and aura to see some clues.

Sometimes, by observing seemingly unrelated things, some powerful relationships can be deduced.

There are quite a few things like rat nests and swallow nests in the village, which shows that these small animals are by no means absent, at least they used to be.

As a mink, Hui Mian is naturally sensitive to these things, and can even see some traces.

All ran away, all were scared away!

Although the monster didn't show much aura, the malice made some weak and sensitive animals feel scared, and they ran away instinctively.

And it is very likely that the things that make them feel horrible have a feeling of natural enemies.

Not to mention other small animals, Hui Mian himself has the urge to run, and if Yi Shuyuan wasn't here, he wouldn't want to stay for a quarter of an hour.

As more and more discoveries were made, Hui Mian's synaesthesia also became sharper under the blessing of these clues, which seemed to be influenced by Yi Shuyuan.

It can even feel a ghostly aura that was not easy to detect before.

It is absolutely unlikely that some kind-hearted monster volunteered to help the villagers drive away the rats.

After finally seeing a few dogs, this kind of animal that Hui Mian hated so much made him feel very friendly——
On the other side of the pool in the village, Yi Shuyuan's story is coming to an end.

When it was about the time when the Gongmen officials went to Louchuan together and finally caught the bad businessman, the villagers cheered and clapped their hands.

It was also the moment when the listeners were in high spirits, and a gray shadow "swished" from the chair into the inside of Yi Shuyuan's clothes.

"As the saying goes, evil cannot prevail against righteousness! Gather all the forces of the Yuanjiang County Government, and finally take down those evil merchants!"

Yi Shuyuan's voice is slightly high-pitched, giving the listener room to express their emotions.

There were quite a few people nearby who were listening with bated breath just now, and now they couldn't help but take a big breath.

"Huh! Finally caught him!" "Fortunately caught him!"

"This evil businessman deserves to die!" "It's not a human thing, it's a human tooth from a good family!"

"Did you hear that, this is what mother always said about human teeth, don't go out and run around in the future?"

"understood"

Yi Shuyuan fanned the fan slowly, with one left hand already stretched into the side of the cloak, gently stroking the hair on Hui Mian's back.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan could feel Xiao Diao trembling slightly.

Although Yi Shuyuan didn't speak, Hui Mian gradually regained his composure under the caress of that warm hand, as if he could feel the voice of his husband.

Don't be afraid, Mr. is here!
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Compared with some ordinary storytellers who like "If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter to break it down", Yi Shuyuan's storytelling can be said to be done in one go.

"The evil businessman was cut in half in Yuanjiang County after all, and all the residents in the county clapped their hands and applauded."

Yi Shuyuan put down his fan, amplified his voice a little, but said in a slightly gentle tone.

"As the so-called retribution of heavenly law is not good, the case has ended here, and it can be regarded as an explanation to the people of the world."

"I don't know if Jia Yuntong thought about this day when he did evil in the past? His boat is full of gods and Buddhas. Does he also harbor deep fear?"

Yi Shuyuan stood up and looked at the villagers who were still immersed in the story.

"Don't worry too much when you are sighing, the things in the book are in the past, as long as you have a clear heart, you can sleep peacefully!"

From the beginning to the end, Yi Shuyuan spent more than an hour to successfully conclude the whole story.

"Crack~"

The ruler fell down again, shocking everyone back to their senses, and Yi Shuyuan was already holding a folding fan and thanking him.

"It's ugly, thank you for hearing now!"

"Is it over?" "Nonsense, that evil businessman is dead!"

"It's really nice!" "What a story!"

"So the storyteller is so powerful."

"Isn't it? It's more exciting than singing a big show!"

"Sir, that's really good!" "Yes, let's have another paragraph?"

"Sir, let's have another paragraph!"

Yi Shuyuan waved his hands again and again.

"Hehehehe, it's nothing. Storytelling is also a physical effort. Even talking for more than an hour, I'm tired!"

With that said, Yi Shuyuan had already picked up the teacup to drink water to moisten his throat.

Few people in the village have ever heard other storytellers tell stories. This time, many people in the village have left a deep impression on the storyteller.

This story made the villagers linger and sigh with emotion, and it made the villagers in this Bitan village soar in favor of Yi Shuyuan.

It turns out that just relying on the storyteller's mouth can be more exciting than singing a big show.

In the future, if you have the opportunity to enter the city or go to another place, even if you need to spend a little money, you still have to listen to a book!

The old man happily walked up to Yi Shuyuan who was surrounded by a group of children, and said with cupped hands.

"Sir, don't you have a place to live yet? If you don't mind, why don't you settle down at the old man's house?"

Yi Shuyuan showed surprise on his face, and quickly returned the gift of thanks.

"Thank you for the kindness of the old man. I am worried about this matter, and because of my thin skin, I am too embarrassed to speak up!"

"That's good, that's good!"

The old man's smile didn't change, this storyteller is a capable person.

He has heard other people's storytelling before, and in his impression, there is no storyteller who is as good as this. Even if this kind of person goes to a bustling city, he might be a famous actor!
"Sir, you can also spend the night at my house!" "That's right, sir is also welcome at my house!"

"Okay, okay, do you want Mr. to tell stories?"

"Hahahahaha, thank you for your kindness, let's go!"

Yi Shuyuan thanked with a smile, but the crowd refused to leave, so he left with the old village chief.

As for the tables and chairs, others will naturally clean them up.
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Yi Shuyuan and the old village chief were wandering around the village, and they didn't look like they were guarded in every possible way before, they were obviously the distinguished guests of the village.

"In these days, people in the village have never seen a storyteller, so they don't know how good Mr. is. Mr.'s narration is really wonderful!"

Lao Li is more or less educated, and the compliments from the meeting are from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahahaha, the chief is absurd. I take storytelling as my career, and I also take storytelling as my pleasure. As for storytelling, it's just that the joy of being alone is not as good as that of others!"

The old chief nodded.

"Sir, should you go directly to the humble house to rest, or take a stroll?"

"Of course it's a stroll!"

Yi Shuyuan looked towards the village while walking, and many villagers were still excited about the story in the book just now, discussing the plot like some people after watching a play.

There are even a few people who didn't listen to the book and regretted it.

Then, as if he had discovered something by accident, Yi Shuyuan asked the old man casually.

"Old Lichang, this village is quite quiet, why are there not even a single bird?"

Hearing what Yi Shuyuan said, the old village chief seemed to have just discovered it.

"Sir, don't tell me, the old man doesn't feel any better. Now that I think about it, I haven't heard any birds singing for a while."

Not to mention anything else, there is not a single swallow, and it is far from the time for wintering.

Yi Shuyuan looked as usual, as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, by the way, when I went down to the village, I saw a small temple on the road outside the village, and the head of the clay sculpture in the temple"

"Hey! It must be those horse thieves who suffered thousands of knives, and even the head of the land master was chopped off. This group of people really have a terrible death!"

"So it is"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, but he knew in his heart that at least this matter was not done by horse thieves.

"This group of horse thieves made us dare not go out casually on weekdays. Only a few people disappeared a while ago. I don't know if they were killed by them, alas!"

Yi Shuyuan frowned, has anyone been killed?

"Wow, woof woof woof woof." "Woof woof"

All of a sudden, a few dogs came and barked at Yi Shuyuan, and the head of the village hurriedly scolded him.

"Go, go, go away, don't yell at the guests—"

"Hey, still barking? Break your dog legs!"

Seeing that the dogs didn't leave, the old chief grabbed a branch and rushed over to chase the dogs away.

Yi Shuyuan slowly opened the folding fan. While fanning the wind, he turned his eyes away from the old village head who was going to chase the dog, and turned back slowly.

There, another woman with a basket in her hand and a shy smile was looking at him.

"It's said that there is a great storyteller, alas, it's a pity that I didn't hear the storyteller just now!"

In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the woman's eyes had a vague feeling, and upon closer inspection, they were clearly yellow with vertical pupils.

A demonic aura suppressed by human anger seemed to be indistinct, but it also stinks!

"Meow-"

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan's heart resounded with a shrill meow.
Yi Shuyuan's heart was slightly tense, but the more he was at this moment, the more calm and calm he became, with a smile on his calm face.

"Oh, it's all just the villagers' absurd praise!"

(End of this chapter)