Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 852 The Mysterious Storyteller
So, what is the relationship between Chen Zhen and this story?
Yanyan suddenly had an idea.

What if she revealed the ending of this story?

As soon as this thought came into Yanyan's mind, her eyes immediately released a light of excitement full of anticipation.

She looked sideways at Chen Zhen, and asked with a smile, "Chen Zhen, do you want to hear the ending of this story?"

Yanyan herself didn't feel it, her expression at the moment looked exactly like the wolf grandma who abducted children.

Chen Zhen immediately turned to look at her, and nodded without hesitation: "I want to hear it!"

Yanyan was about to tell Chen Zhen the ending of the story when suddenly there was a loud noise from downstairs.

The two of them looked downstairs at the same time, and saw a sedan chair startled the horse for some reason, and the horse rushed into the teahouse dragging the sedan chair.

Several stools and tea tables were knocked over at the door, and the groans and shouts of the injured tea guests came one after another.

The originally quiet bookstore was immediately turned into a pot of boiling porridge by this sudden change, and all the tea drinkers who listened to the books went out to watch the excitement.

The book, I can't go on talking about it.

Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, Yan Yan and Chen Zhen exchanged a glance, both of them had the same expression: I knew it would be like this.

Although Chen Zhen is a child, he is not interested in the bustle at the door at all. He turned his head and stared at Yanyan, his eyes sparkling: "Sister, you just asked me if I wanted to know the ending of the story. I really want to know, this story Do you know the ending?"

Yanyan was about to speak, but suddenly stopped.

The space key she wore in her hair, which had been quiet all along, suddenly trembled slightly.

Yanyan glanced around subconsciously, and then fixed her gaze on Chen Zhen in front of her again.

Chen Zhen also stared at her without blinking.

In those dark and bright eyes, Yan Yan even saw the full expectation, as well as her own reflection...

However, Yanyan didn't continue the conversation they had just had.

Yanyan looked at Chen Zhen, then raised her hand, and shook it lightly in front of Chen Zhen a few times.

Her fingers were less than half a finger away from Chen Zhen's eyes, but when she was shaking, Chen Zhen's eyes kept looking at her without blinking.

The expression on the child's real face has never changed.

Yanyan stood up in horror.

Chen Zhen in front of him was real and alive, but he was completely motionless.

Chen Zhen was frozen in the moment when he asked that question just now.

Yan Yan suddenly turned around, turned her head to look around...

The whole teahouse fell into deathly silence.

The commotion caused by the frightened horses just now, and the noisy tea guests were all frozen in a certain moment in the past.

At this moment, time and space were simultaneously paused, and only Yanyan remained.

This feeling is scary and full of weirdness.

"Little girl, it's easy to tell a story, but not everyone can bear the consequences after the story is finished."

A loud voice came from downstairs, Yanyan suddenly lowered her head, and saw the storyteller looking towards her.

Yan Yan and the storyteller looked at each other, and found that the other had a pair of very bright pupils.

The gentleman looks about forty years old, his temples and beard are a little gray, but his face is rosy and his complexion is good. He is not like most storytellers struggling to survive on a meager salary.

Obviously, the gentleman in front of him is not an ordinary storyteller.

Yanyan stood up, and through the railing, she bowed her hands to the gentleman downstairs: "Since you can see my actions, you must be aware of the strange situation in this town. Just now, you said that the ending of the story is not easy to tell, and Yan doesn't know why , I hope you can teach me what to do and what not to do?"

Mr. Storyteller picked up the gaiwan on the table and gently lifted the lid.

The water in it is as clear and bright as the people around it but still, even the wisps of hot air floating on the tureen hang quietly above the tea bowl.

But the tea, which was originally still, immediately began to flow normally the moment it touched the storyteller's lips, and was sipped hot by him.

As a Golden Core cultivator, Yanyan saw this minute detail carefully and clearly.

This subtle movement instantly made Yanyan understand.

The manipulator of the stop of time and space at this moment is the storyteller.

She quietly watched the storyteller drinking tea and stopped talking.

After drinking the tea, the storyteller gently put the tureen back into the saucer, and then slowly raised his head to look at Yan Yan again: "This place has nothing to do with the girl, the girl should not do anything, leave quickly .”

While speaking, Mr. Storyteller had already stood up, put several storytelling utensils on the table into the linen bag that he carried one by one as last time, put the bag on his arm casually, and then walked out the door.

"gentlemen!"

Seeing that someone wanted to leave, Yanyan was a little anxious, called out, and jumped down from the second floor.

But the figure of the storyteller was faster than her, and he had already left the teahouse without seeing the fluctuation of spiritual energy around him.

The surroundings were always silent, and Mr. Storyteller's plain long gown was swaying lightly without wind, relaxed and unrestrained.

Bypassing the angry-eyed horse frozen in front of the door, the surrounding crowd with different expressions disappeared in front of the door in the blink of an eye.

The description is too long, Yanyan only took a few breaths to chase her out.

When she stood in the street and looked around, the storyteller had long since disappeared.

And when Yanyan stood still in the street, the time and space around her seemed to be thawed instantly, returning to her usual appearance in an instant.

Pedestrians were bustling and bustling, horses neighing in front of the tea shop accompanied by disputes between shopkeepers and shopkeepers and car owners poured into Yanyan's ears.

The space spoon between Yanyan's hair trembled again at that moment.

Yan Yan knew in her heart that that person had already left.

"Master!"

Bo Chengxian's hurried voice came from behind.

After chasing to Yanyan's side, Bo Chengxian saw Yanyan's serious expression, and rubbed his hands innocently: "Master, just now the apprentice obeyed the master's order, and did not dare to relax in front of the tea shop, just waiting for the storyteller Come out sir. But..."

Bo Chengxian didn't know how to express the words after "but".

The main reason is that he himself didn't know what was going on. By the time he realized it, the bookstore inside had already dispersed, and the storyteller had disappeared.

Even Yanyan was already standing on the street.

But when all this happened, Bo Chengxian seemed to have lost his memory, he had no memory at all.

Seeing that Bo Chengxian's words were full of self-blame, Yan Yan comforted him: "This matter has nothing to do with you, this gentleman is not an ordinary person."

Seeing that Yanyan didn't blame him, Bo Chengxian felt even more guilty, and said: "The apprentice will go to investigate today to see if he can find out where this storyteller lives. He comes to this tea shop to tell stories every day, so he should live here In this town."

(End of this chapter)