Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Yi Shuyuan continued to speak vividly.

"At that time, the innocent souls were kept out of the public gate and were not allowed to enter, and the villagers who stood up for the innocent souls in the court were being punished. For a moment, the woman who died in vain was filled with grief and anger, and was about to turn into a fierce ghost."

Yi Shuyuan's voice was deep and full of sadness. When he talked about this passage, the people around him who were listening to the book were also extremely depressed.

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

"I'm a lonely ghost. I have a home that I can't return to, and I can't be reincarnated. I'm unwilling to die in this miserable place, ah——"

As soon as this voice came out, it turned out to be a female voice, which made all the villagers get goosebumps all over their bodies, and some even screamed in fear.

Several children were scared but couldn't help but be curious.

Some brave children lay down next to the storyteller, turned their heads and looked behind the fan, and discovered that the sound was really coming from the storyteller.

This made the two children with runny noses widen their eyes and open their mouths.

Yi Shuyuan looked sideways at the child, smiled slightly and then immediately returned to seriousness. He put down his fan and his voice immediately became deeper.

"When the civil servant saw this, even though he was afraid in his heart, he couldn't bear it any longer, otherwise his conscience would be uneasy!"

"A scholar has ambitions, learns from the wisdom of the sages, and upholds that awe-inspiring righteousness. How can it be said that he refuses to save others and does not help them when they are wronged?"

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

"stop--"

There is no need for the storyteller to narrate at this moment. Everyone in Tingshu Village knows that this is the voice of the clerk who stopped the execution.

The listeners have been completely immersed in the story, and almost all men and women, old and young, are slightly relieved at this moment.

Hui Mian huddled inside Yi Shuyuan's cloak, listening to his husband's story while also paying attention to the surrounding situation.

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

With a hand patting outside the clothes, Hui Mian understood and secretly slipped out from the corner of the cloak that was almost hanging on the ground.

No one noticed a little mink scurrying away quickly. Everyone was attracted by the storyteller's emotional interpretation.

——

Hui Mian moves very fast. He is not limited to running on flat ground, but also keeps running around on stones and house walls.

His eyes wandered everywhere, as Hui Mian quickly moved through the village, observing many places carefully.

Although he felt uneasy, even though he was very nervous at the moment, this was what Yi Shuyuan wanted him to do, so Hui Mian would definitely not fall behind.

My husband rarely asks me to help. Don’t be afraid. No matter what, I’m a monster too!

Hui Mian comforted himself and ran quickly through the village, walking through corridors, walking on walls and climbing on wooden beams.

Bird's nest, swallow's nest, mouse hole.

No, no, no

Nothing, not a swallow, not a mouse!

Your observations are always so meticulous and your intuition is always so accurate!

Hui Mian seemed to have gained a little weight at the moment, but this was not true, but because his body was cold and his hair was exploding.

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

Sometimes, by observing seemingly unrelated things, we can deduce some powerful relationships.

There are a lot of things like rat holes and swallow nests in the village, which shows that these little animals are definitely not absent here, at least there used to be.

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

They all ran away, they were all scared away!

Although the monster did not show much aura, its malice frightened some weak and sensitive animals, and they all ran away driven by instinct.

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

Not to mention other small animals, Hui Mian himself had the urge to run away. If Yi Shuyuan hadn't been here, he wouldn't have wanted to stay for half a quarter of an hour.

As more and more discoveries were made, it seemed that Hui Mian's synaesthesia became sharper with the help of these clues, which seemed to be influenced by Yi Shuyuan.

It can even feel a vague and subtle evil spirit that is not easy to detect at first.

It is definitely not possible that this is a kind-hearted monster who has volunteered to help the villagers drive away rats.

After finally seeing a few dogs, this kind of animal that was originally annoying to Hui Mian actually made him feel more friendly——

Over at the village's pool, the story Yi Shuyuan told is coming to an end.

Around the time when the officials from the public servants went to the boat together and finally caught the rogue businessman, the villagers clapped their hands in excitement.

It was also at this moment when the mood of the person listening to the book was high that a gray shadow "swooshed" from the chair and entered the inside of Yi Shuyuan's clothes.

"As the saying goes, evil cannot defeat good! Gather all the force of the Yuanjiang County Government and finally take down the evil businessman!"

Yi Shuyuan's voice is slightly high-pitched, giving listeners space to express their emotions.

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

"Huh! I finally caught him!" "Fortunately, I caught him!"

"This evil businessman deserves to die!" "It's not a human thing, he's just kidnapping and selling the teeth of a good family!"

"Have you heard, this is what my mother always said, don't go out and run around in the future?"

"knew"

Yi Shuyuan fanned slowly, one left hand already reaching 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 touch of that warm hand, as if he could feel the sir's voice.

Don't be afraid, sir is here!

——

Compared with other storytellers who like to say, "If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the breakdown next time," Yi Shuyuan's story telling can be said to be done in one go.

"The evil businessman was finally killed in Yuanjiang County, and all the residents in the county applauded."

Yi Shuyuan put down his fan and spoke a little louder, but in a slightly gentle tone.

"As the saying goes, retribution is not good in the cycle of heaven. This case has been concluded, and it can be regarded as an explanation to the people of the world."

"I wonder if Jia Yuntong ever thought about this day when he did evil? His boat was filled with offerings to gods and Buddhas. Did he also have deep fear?"

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

"Don't worry too much even though you are lamenting. The events in this book have become a thing of the past. Just hope that you feel clear of guilt and can sleep peacefully!"

From the beginning to the end, Yi Shuyuan successfully concluded the entire story in more than an hour.

"Pa~"

The ruler fell again, shocking everyone to come to their senses, but Yi Shuyuan was already holding a folding fan and thanked him.

"It's embarrassing, thank you for listening now!"

"Is it over yet?" "Nonsense, those evil traders are dead!"

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

"It turns out that storytellers are so powerful."

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

"Sir, what you said is so good!" "Yes, let's play another part?"

"Sir, please do one more!"

Yi Shuyuan waved his hands repeatedly.

"Hehehehe, it doesn't matter. Storytelling is also a laborious task. Even if I talk for more than an hour, I am already tired!"

As he said that, Yi Shuyuan had already picked up the tea cup and drank water to moisten his throat.

Few people in the village have heard stories from other storytellers. After this experience, many people in the village were deeply impressed by the storyteller.

This story made the villagers linger and sigh with emotion, and it also made the villagers in Bitan Village's favorability towards Yi Shuyuan skyrocket.

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

In the future, if you have the opportunity to go to the city or other places, even if you have to spend some money, you have to listen to a book!

The old village chief walked cheerfully 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 just stay at my house?"

Yi Shuyuan's face showed a look of surprise and he quickly thanked him in return.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lao. I am worried about this matter, and because I am thin-skinned, I am too embarrassed to speak!"

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

The old man’s smile never changes, this storyteller is a capable person.

He had heard other people tell stories before, but he had no impression that any storyteller was so powerful. Such a person would be a famous star even if he went to a prosperous city!

"Sir, you can also spend the night at my house!" "Yes, sir, you are welcome to my house too!"

"Okay, okay, you want your husband to be a storyteller, right?"

"Hahahahaha, thank you all for your love, let's all go away!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and thanked them. The crowd did not want to disperse, so he left with the old village chief.

As for the tables and chairs, others will naturally take care of them.

——

Yi Shuyuan and the old village chief were walking around the village. They didn't look like they were being guarded before. They were clearly distinguished guests of the village.

"These days, people in the village have never seen a storyteller. They don't know how powerful Mr. Sir is. He talks about stories. It's so wonderful!"

The elder in Lao Li is somewhat literate, and this compliment comes from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahahahaha, that's ridiculous. I take storytelling as my profession, and I also take storytelling as my pleasure. And storytelling, when you are alone, is not as good as when everyone is together!"

The old man nodded.

"Sir, do you want to go directly to the humble abode to rest, or do you want to take a stroll?"

"Shopping, of course!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the village as he walked. At this moment, many villagers were still excited about the story in the book, just like some people were discussing the plot after watching a play.

There are also a few people who have not listened to the book and are regretful.

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

"Old Li Chang, this village is quite quiet. How come there aren't even any birds?"

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

"Sir, if you don't tell me, I haven't felt anything yet. Now that I think about it, I haven't heard any birds chirping for a while."

Not to mention anything else, there are not even a single swallow, and it is far from the time to overwinter.

Yi Shuyuan looked as usual, as if something suddenly occurred to him.

"Oh, by the way, when I entered the village, I saw a small temple on the road outside the village, with a clay sculpture of a head in the temple."

"Alas! It must be those horse thieves who suffered a thousand cuts. They even chopped off the heads of the landowners. These people really deserved a bad death!"

"I see."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, but he knew in his heart that at least this matter was not the work of a horse thief.

"This group of horse thieves makes us afraid to go out casually on weekdays. Just a while ago, a few people disappeared. I don't know if they were harmed by them. Alas!"

Yi Shuyuan frowned, had someone been killed?

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

Suddenly, several dogs came and barked at Yi Shuyuan, and the old man hurriedly scolded him.

"Go, go, go away, don't shout at the guests -"

"Are you still barking? Break your dog legs!"

Seeing that the dogs refused to leave, the village chief picked up a branch and rushed over to chase the dogs away.

Yi Shuyuan slowly opened the folding fan. While fanning, he took his eyes away from the old man who went to drive the dog away, and slowly turned back.

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

"They say there's a great storyteller here, but it's such a pity that I didn't get to hear Mr. storyteller just now!"

In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the woman's eyes had a vague feeling. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that they were yellow with vertical pupils.

A demonic aura suppressed by human anger seems vague, but it also smells terrible!

"Meow-"

At this moment, a shrill and terrifying cat meow sounded in Yi Shuyuan's heart.

Yi Shuyuan's heart tightened slightly, but at this moment, he became calmer and calmer, with a smile on his calm face.

"Oh, it's just the villagers' compliments!"