My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 210 Storyteller

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Instead of trying to guess, which might not be correct, it would be better to wait for things to develop. When the time comes, all doubts will naturally be resolved.

At this time, a prompt message came from the mobile phone.

The game characters are resurrected.

But what surprised Jiang Xinghuo was that after the game character was resurrected, he was still in Dragon City.

He thought he would be on the bank of the River Styx, so that he could return to the world of the living through the shrine in Fengdu.

But now it seems better to continue exploring the underworld. Although there are many dangers in the underworld, the rewards are much greater than in the world of the living.

Moreover, he suspected that the technology for shared live broadcasting also came from the underworld of the folk world.

I'd better take this opportunity to see if I can find some clues.

"What are your options next?"

"Are you going to leave here and choose to return to the world of the living? Or do you choose to continue exploring the underworld?"

Jiang Xinghuo naturally chose to continue exploring the underworld.

"You chose to stay in the underworld and continue exploring."

"Where are you planning to go next?"

Looking at the options listed in the game text, Jiang Xinghuo began to think, and finally decided to go to the Fuchun Teahouse in the underworld, hoping that the storyteller there might have some clues.

"You chose to go to the Fuchun Teahouse in the underworld."

"The journey is ongoing..."

"please wait……"

"You are walking on the streets of Dragon City and are suddenly stopped by a few heavy smokers. They died from smoking opium in their lifetime and are still addicted to it after death."

"But they have no family to support them, so naturally they have no money to buy opium. Fortunately, the opium den has made a condition for them. If they have no money, they can exchange it with other things. They are looking for the right unlucky person."

"You are their target."

"These big smokers wanted to kidnap you by force, but they didn't expect to hit a wall. You used the Heavenly Thunder Technique."

"A talisman flashed with bright electric arcs, and the white-purple lightning instantly engulfed half of the street. These big smokers didn't even have a chance to resist, and they turned into ashes and dissipated."

"Your thunder magic is the nemesis of those evil spirits. While destroying these big smokers, it also shocked other evil-minded ghosts."

"You saw a few drug addicts who were ready to make a move disappear quietly, and a few beggars on the street also put down their dog-beating sticks."

"Your killing behavior on the street has attracted the ghost messenger from Dragon City. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, you'd better leave here as soon as possible."

"You continue to move forward..."

Jiang Xinghuo pondered for a moment, opened his magic bag, took out the ever-changing mask he got from the juggler, chose to use it, and put it on the face of the game character.

"You used the Mask of Change."

"Before you take off the mask, your face will look different in everyone's eyes. Don't worry about exposing your identity."

"You continue to move forward..."

"You were stopped by two ghost officers, who came over with a wanted poster in hand, looked you up and down, and asked you if you had seen the ghost on the poster?"

"You took a closer look and found that the portrait on the notice was exactly your own. How would you answer next?" "1. I didn't see it. I was just passing by and didn't know who the officials were looking for."

"2. A real man should not change his name or surname. The ghost on the notice is your grandfather. What do you want, you filthy rascals?"

Seeing the contents of these two options, especially the second one, Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but frown. The text options given by this game are really full of bad taste.

If I choose the second one, I'm afraid my bones will be broken, and it will be unreasonable for these two ghost officials not to kill me.

Jiang Xinghuo chose the first answer.

"You said you just came to Longcheng not long ago. I don't know who the officials are looking for."

"After hearing what you said, the two ghost messengers didn't make things too difficult for you. They just told you to go to the ghost yamen and inform them immediately if you see the person on the notice, and then they left."

"You continued on your way, and after going around two streets, you finally arrived at your destination safely without encountering any more trouble."

"You have arrived at Fuchun Teahouse."

"Fuchun Teahouse is an industry opened up by Jiangnan salt merchants in the underworld after their death. With a lot of money and paper money to pave the way, and with the information and connections held by many storytellers in the teahouse, it quickly took root in the underworld."

"Compared with the Fuchun Teahouse in the living world, it is even better. Moreover, the storytellers in the teahouse can also exchange books with each other through the Golden Casket. They are the number one gossips in both the Yin and Yang worlds."

"You enter the Fuchun Teahouse."

"The waiter led you to the stand, and you gave him 20 incense sticks, and took out the Fuchun Teahouse token to identify yourself."

"You explained your purpose to the waiter. When the waiter learned that you wanted to find the storyteller in the teahouse to get information, he took you to a private room on the second floor."

"Through the waiter's description, you learned that a special storyteller would come to the teahouse today."

"The other party has a long history among storytellers. He is very likely the first generation of storytellers and knows many ancient secrets."

"But whether you can get the information you want from the other party depends entirely on your luck."

Jiang Xinghuo was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet the first generation of storytellers based on the background setting of the folk world.

The group of teahouse storytellers has a long history, and they were already well-known in the secular world when the Lord of the Secular World was still alive.

Maybe I can really get some information from the other party.

"You waited quietly in the teahouse's private room. Not long after, a storyteller appeared on the high platform. Although he was very old, he had a loud voice. He did not move, but his voice spread to every corner of the teahouse."

"This storyteller is exactly the one the waiter mentioned. Would you like to donate some money to invite him to come up and talk in detail?"

Jiang Xinghuo chose to donate incense without any hesitation.

"You gave a tip, 300 incense sticks to the storyteller."

"The storyteller stood on the stage and bowed, thanking his parents for their support, but then he did nothing else."

Jiang Xinghuo thought that this might be too little, so he gave another 200 incense sticks as a reward.

There was no change in the game text that could be displayed. They just bowed and expressed their gratitude.

Jiang Xinghuo continued to give rewards without believing in them, until the amount of rewards reached 2000, and then there was finally a different reaction.

"The amount of incense you donated is too much. The storyteller is flattered and is rushing towards the room where you are. He wants to thank you in person."

Jiang Xinghuo sneered a few times. What a nice thing to say, "I'm flattered," but it was nothing but greed. If the information he got was worth the price, it would be fine.

If it's not worth it, then don't blame him for being ruthless. He can destroy the Huangpizi Temple, so he doesn't mind having this teahouse!
(End of this chapter)