Hell, run away, the little milk baby is coming to the underworld again.

Chapter 831 Storyteller

Ye Zeyan and the others also followed Xiao Yanbao up to the second floor.

The second floor was almost full.

There are two empty seats in the corner against the wall.

Xiao Yanbao and his brother sat down, and the rest of the people had to stand.

Little Yanbao was attracted by the storyteller's voice. Which child doesn't like listening to stories?

The storyteller was talking about the descendants of the gods.

"Then how did Miss Huo marry into the God Clan?"

"Back then, Miss Huo was one of the ten most beautiful women in Xizhou. People who proposed marriage to her had already knocked down the door of the Huo family, but Miss Huo didn't like any of them. In a fit of rage, Mr. Huo held a ball-throwing ceremony to find a husband. On the day of the ball-throwing ceremony, almost everyone in Xizhou City rushed to the Huo family, and there were also many people from other places. The scene was so grand! But Miss Huo's ball was caught by a beggar."

The people listening to the book sighed.

"Then can Mr. Huo agree?"

"Will Miss Huo agree?"

The people who were listening to the book began to get anxious.

"To know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter." The storyteller closed the folding fan in his hand.

Then he bowed deeply and left the stage.

The person who was listening to the book was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously.

When Xiao Yanbao saw the storyteller close his folding fan, he felt a flash of spiritual power.

Little Yan Bao raised his eyebrows, it seems that this storyteller is not a simple person!

Just when she wanted to follow and take a closer look, a man came out of a private room closest to the stands and shouted, "Stop, my master wants to ask you something."

The storyteller paused for a moment, but did not look back, and continued walking.

The man flew into the air and landed in front of the storyteller. "My master has something to ask you. Didn't you hear me?"

The storyteller remained silent. He used the folding fan in his hand to gently push the person who was blocking his way away.

Seeing this scene, those who were listening to the book exclaimed and stood up from their chairs.

Everyone stretched their necks to look down at the stage.

But no one dared to come forward.

These people didn't stand up. Little Yanbao sat on the chair and could still see the stage by raising his little head.

As soon as these people stood up, she was completely blocked.

Ye Zeyan picked up his sister, and then he stood on the chair again. He knew that his sister liked to watch the fun.

Some people in the crowd began to whisper, "The man who stopped the storyteller is from the Huo family."

"How do you know it's someone from the Huo family? Don't all the people from the Huo family live in seclusion at Ziyun Peak?" the person next to him questioned.

"Don't worry about how I know this. There are spies from the Huo family in Xizhou City."

The storyteller pushed the man aside and walked away without stopping.

Little Yan Bao quickly pinched a strand of the storyteller's life energy as the storyteller left.

But I didn't get anything.

Little Yanbao exclaimed in his heart.

This storyteller has quite a background.

The man who was pushed aside got up and started chasing the storyteller again.

But no one came out of that private room.

Xiao Yanbao also quietly threw out a tracking talisman.

Although she did not obtain the storyteller's life energy, she left a trace of life energy in the storyteller.

The tracking talisman is used to track one's own life energy.

Just at this moment the waiter came over to add more tea, and little Yanbao grabbed the waiter.

Ye Zeyan immediately understood what his sister meant.

Then he winked at Li Qian.

Li Qian has followed his master for so long, so of course they have absolute tacit understanding.

He took out some change from his pocket.

"Our lady wants to ask you something."

The waiter looked at the silver coins in his hand with a smile on his face, "If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I will tell you everything I know."

"Does that storyteller often tell stories here?" Xiao Yanbao asked.

The waiter shook his head and said, "This storyteller is new. He is very strange. Not only does he not ask for money when he comes to the teahouse to tell stories, but he also pays us ten taels of silver for each show."

Everyone present was also very surprised. They had never heard of a storyteller paying for the teahouse.

"What's wrong? Is it that no one wants to listen to his book?" asked Magistrate Lin.

The waiter glanced at Prefect Lin, but still answered him, "Look at this packed house, how is it possible that no one wants to listen to his book? He is talking about the Huo family, descendants of the gods. No one in Xizhou dares to talk about the Huo family so blatantly."

Prefect Lin frowned and said to himself: "This is a bit strange. Could it be that there is too much money and nowhere to spend it?"

Although Magistrate Lin said this, he obviously knew that this was not the case.

"Why, is the Huo family still a taboo in Xizhou?" Ye Zeyan asked.

"No, it's just that no one dares to discuss the Huo family's affairs. If anyone talks about the Huo family's affairs, they will be found dead in the wilderness within three days, and their deaths will be very strange."

When the guy said this, his face showed a bit of panic.

"How many times has this storyteller told stories in your teahouse?" Xiao Yanbao asked.

"Three times," said the guy.

"Oh? Doesn't that mean that the storyteller is in danger today?" Ye Zeyan blurted out.

The waiter shook his head and said, "This storyteller should be an exception, because he only comes here to tell stories once every three days."

Little Yanbao understood why those who were listening to the story were scratching their heads anxiously when they heard the storyteller say that the story would be resolved next time.

Maybe there won’t be a next time.

"Then is the person who tried to stop the storyteller just now a member of the Huo family?" Xiao Yanbao asked again.

The guy shook his head again. "I don't know. It's said that the Huo family has spies in Xizhou City, but no one has seen them. I don't know if it's just a rumor."

"Are the Huo family descendants of the gods?" Magistrate Lin asked again.

The waiter looked at Prefect Lin again and held out his hand. "This lady gave me silver, so I risked my life to answer. If you want to ask, bring silver too."

Prefect Lin: Are you still risking your life? Is that little bit of silver worth risking your life? If no one dares to mention the Huo family, you wouldn't dare to say a word even if I gave you 100 taels.

They are just asking for money in various ways. Maybe it's a gimmick your teahouse deliberately created.

Prefect Lin reluctantly reached into his arms, took out some change and threw it on the table.

If this happened in Yongqing Prefecture, who would dare to speak to him like this?

The waiter picked up the change on the table and said only three words, "I don't know."

Prefect Lin was so angry, "I don't know why you took my money?"

The two yamen runners behind him wanted to come over and snatch the silver back.

Ye Zeyan glared back at him.

"Whoever told you to ask for information must know it."

The waiter gave Ye Zeyan an approving look and said, "This young man is quite reasonable."

Xiao Yanbao felt that even if he continued asking, this guy might not know the truth, so he had to go find the storyteller.