He nodded and collected the string of sandalwood beads.
"Hey, didn't you hear what I said?" Ji Liyou called him.
He has walked away.
The stall owner smiled and said, "That person hasn't paid yet."
Ji Liyou asked, "How much?"
"Twelve articles."
"Where's that string of jade beads?"
"Two taels of silver."
"Really, I don't know the good stuff." Ji Liyou shook his head and paid the bill.
He hurriedly followed him, "Why don't you want the jade beads?"
"That color is too harsh on the eyes."
Ji Liyou argued, "It looks good to me. It's not dazzling at all. Although it's not the best jadeite, it's still manageable in my hands."
The storyteller stopped discussing the beads with him.
Ji Liyou replied, "Where did you talk about just now? Yes, that concubine. Was she killed by Mrs. Zhu? Then their husband and wife were really... the husband sang and the wife followed..."
"Zhu Shuo killed him."
Ji Liyou was no longer surprised, "I just said that I can't escape his involvement."
"On their wedding night, he shaved off his concubine's long hair. When she was pregnant..." the storyteller stopped and did not continue.
"What happened when you were pregnant?"
The storyteller said, "Cut her nose." He said lightly.
Ji Liyou wanted to vomit at that time. He wanted to relieve the discomfort, but he couldn't suppress his nausea and fear.
He was a little weak and couldn't walk.
The storyteller slowed down and said, "Do you know why I don't tell stories about wild things, ghosts and gods, but only some interesting folk stories?"
"Huh?" Ji Liyou didn't react.
After he thought for a while, he said, "Don't say it again. I'm scared and can't stand the excitement."
"What I said must be true, or maybe I said it to trick you into being scared." The storyteller really liked seeing his weak look.
"When have you ever told a lie?" Ji Liyou said to himself.
"I just lied to you." The storyteller said.
"No, when you told lies, it seemed like you were teasing me, but just now, you didn't. You told me carefully and briefly who Zhu Shuo is."
Ji Liyou recalled what the waiter said later, and added, "That night, the room where Zhu Shuo lived heard that a man had committed suicide in the room not long ago due to gambling and his family was ruined. No one dared to live in that room, but Zhu Shuo said He was upright and not afraid of ghosts. He placed his family in another room and went to sleep in that room. He said that he was sleeping until midnight when he saw several red-crowned women with disheveled hair entering the room. He picked up his sword and started doing random things. Then he went back to bed to sleep, but in the daytime, when the guy who was cleaning up the room went upstairs, he saw blood all over the floor. He had killed his wife, children, and mother."
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to ask you, where you stayed last night, did you find any monsters or ghosts causing trouble?" Ji Liyou asked.
"Where do I get the ability to see through it at a glance?"
"You... you are a god, big and small. Although I don't know what kind of god you are, you have some supernatural powers. Of course I believe you have some abilities."
"No, I don't have any ability." He said.
After wandering around for a while, the storyteller said, "It's time to go back."
Ji Liyou was a bitch, "I'm going to call the carriage now and let's go back to the teahouse."
The storyteller said, "Go back to the hotel."
Ji Liyou's expression changed. Although he didn't say anything, his heart beat when he thought of the hotel. "How about we go back to the teahouse? It's time for Master Ying to find us after being out for so long."
"I told him, he won't look for it." The storyteller didn't care.
The fear that overflowed from Ji Liyou's heart was all displayed on his face. He grabbed the storyteller's sleeve and said, "I'm really afraid. You... go to the hotel alone. I want to go back to the teahouse."
The storyteller left to his own devices.
Ji Liyou was startled and caught up with him, "Wait for me, don't leave me alone."
The storyteller's eyes paused on him for a moment.
His strange gaze did not attract Ji Liyou's attention.
The rain in the early morning started again at night, and it was pouring.
Ji Liyou almost followed the storyteller wherever he went. When he met Wei Lang by chance at the hotel, Ji Liyou just nodded and said hello without staying much.
The storyteller wanted to go upstairs to rest, but Ji Liyou refused to go back to his room no matter what. He only said that he would go in and sit for a while, then he got into the storyteller's room like a loach.
The storyteller closed the door and went downstairs. Ji Liyou followed him like a tail that couldn't be shaken off.
At this time, the waiter brought the fermented glutinous rice dumplings to him again and said with a smile, "It's just been cooked and it's still warm. It's raining outside, so keep yourself warm."
Ji Liyou was eating Yuanxiao while staring at the storyteller's footsteps, chewing rice dumplings in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Don't even think about getting rid of me."
In the middle of the night, I heard slight noises coming from the room. People in the hotel started talking about it. Many people who didn't know about it also knew about the tragic incident that happened some time ago. Some people packed their bags immediately and rushed to escape from here.
Ji Liyou and the storyteller heard the noise downstairs and came down.
Ji Liyou asked him in a low voice, "I still can't figure it out. Tell me, why did Zhu Shuo do those things? He seems to hate Fen Niang particularly."
The storyteller never answered. When he got downstairs, he found a chair at random, leaned on the chair and took a nap, leaning his arms on an armrest, as if he would fall asleep soon.
Ji Liyou thought that he didn't listen to what he said just now, so he didn't continue.
The storyteller gently opened his eyes and said, "No move."
Ji Liyou asked, "What... why don't you do it?"
As soon as the words were spoken, he knew what they meant.
He watched the storyteller lean back lazily on the chair and stopped talking. He wanted to laugh but was embarrassed to laugh out loud. Old Man Wen could always summarize the most difficult-to-understand truths in the simplest words.
A young woman was chatting with Ji Liyou. Ji Liyou thought of a conversation but didn't pay much attention to it.
The woman seemed to have gotten up in a hurry, and had not arranged her clothes. She casually threw on a tulle, slightly revealing the plain snow in front of her body. Ji Liyou turned his eyes away and said nothing more.
The woman's lips were red and her clothes were scented with fragrance. She held up her chin and looked at the storyteller behind Ji Liyou. Ji Liyou noticed her gaze and deliberately moved to the side to block her sight.
The waiter who had taken Ji Liyou's money smiled when he saw this and said, "Young Master Ji is a little in the way."
The woman nodded, "Heroes see the same thing."
"What did you say?" As soon as Ji Liyou finished speaking, the woman stretched out a slender jade hand with five fingers covered in vermilion, held down Ji Liyou's head, and pressed him arrogantly on the table.
“This way it’s out of the way and out of the way.”
The storyteller slowly opened his eyes without saying a word.
Ji Liyou was furious, "Let me go! You..."
Being pushed down on the table by a woman, so humiliated, Ji Liyou was angry and ashamed. Thinking of seeing her beautiful face in the first place, he even glanced at her a few more times, and became irritable, "If you don't let me go, I will." I’m not done with you.”
The woman looked at the storyteller behind him, "I haven't seen you for a long time. You have been silent a lot. You are nothing like before."
Ji Liyou was still cursing, and the woman hissed. Ji Liyou couldn't say anything, so he had to ask the storyteller for help, staring at him without blinking.
(End of chapter)