Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 99 The sound is on the scene
Seeing the elegantly dressed outsiders seemed a little scared, the older people in the group spoke.

"Don't be afraid of outsiders. We are not evil people. We are just afraid of letting bad people enter the village. Come and invite them in!"

Yi Shuyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally entered the gate of the village.

"Thank you very much"

Yi Shuyuan thanked while cupping his hands.

The door of the village was slowly closed again at this moment, which also attracted Yi Shuyuan to turn his head frequently, showing some anxiety.

A group of people looked Yi Shuyuan up and down, but they didn't see any weapons.

"Outsider, where is your hometown, but traveling far away?"

Although it was Fang Yi Shuyuan who came in, the vigilance of the crowd obviously did not let go, and a group of people gathered around here and did not move away, still in a posture of questioning.

Yi Shuyuan quickly put his hand into his bosom, took out a document and took it out.

"My hometown is Yuezhou, this is Luyin."

Although Dayong has regulations on guiding the way, in fact, the management on this matter is relatively loose, and only in some special circumstances will strict investigation be conducted.

But it is definitely more convenient to have a guide than no guide, such as this kind of time.

The road guide Yi Shuyuan took out was actually only the seal of Yuanjiang County.

But Yi Shuyuan will change if he can't stand it. When the road guide is unfolded, there are already more seals of Wuzhou on it, and there are four or five county seals.

This makes this guide very full, with many official seals.

In fact, the people in the village can't understand official documents and seals, but having such a thing still makes the people in the village feel at ease.

"Is this Lu Yin?" "So many seals?"

Yi Shuyuan saw that Lu Yin was passed around among a group of people, so he explained.

"I'm a storyteller in the rivers and lakes. I go to many places and stay for a long time. It's troublesome. Many times I will prepare the way. Don't spoil it."

The old man took Lu Yin from a young man and returned it to Yi Shuyuan.

"Yuezhou, come so far, don't you have any luggage?"

When someone asked such a question, Yi Shuyuan suddenly showed bitterness.

"Oh, don't mention it, the merchant's caravan gave me a ride. I just relieved myself in the wilderness, and they left by themselves, which made me walk here for a long time."

"This luggage is still in the car, and now I only have a little outfit on my body!"

"Oh, it's so pitiful. If you have time, sir, can you tell us a story in the village?"

When the old man asked this question, it seemed that because of his own occupation, Yi Shuyuan's face showed a bit of confidence from the nervousness and panic just now.

"Why not! Although the luggage is lost, the guy who eats still takes it with him."

After finishing speaking, Yi Shuyuan slipped out a folding fan from his right sleeve, and took out a ruler from somewhere in his left hand.

Up to now, people have basically believed in Yi Shuyuan's identity, and their attitude has obviously eased, and things like sticks, iron rakes, bows and arrows have been put away.

"Grumpy"

An obvious cry came from Yi Shuyuan's belly, which was a little embarrassing, but also broke the last bit of embarrassment.

"Don't blame sir, it's not peaceful recently, and I have no choice but to be so on guard! Let's go, sir, let's have a light meal."

"Uh, good."

Yi Shuyuan followed the old man forward, but the people beside him not only did not disperse, but increased in number.
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A small table was set up in a spacious courtyard with a low fence, and a few small stools were placed beside the table.

Yi Shuyuan, the old man, and a few men were sitting at the table, on which were some pickled radishes and salted duck eggs.

Several people were holding bowls of porridge and eating with just such a small dish.

"call"

Yi Shuyuan whipped up a piece of white porridge, blew it a few times, and put it into his mouth, then picked up a piece of radish and gnawed it, it was very delicious.

"Mr. Yi, just eat, there is still a lot in the pot!"

"Well, thank you, thank you!"

There are many people around the yard, including neighbors and idlers.

A stranger came from outside this early in the morning, a storyteller from Yuezhou, which naturally aroused the interest of many people.

"Sir, is there anything rare in Yuezhou?" "How long have you been here?"

"Did you encounter any strange things on the road?" "Mr. is a storyteller, can you give us a paragraph?"

"Go, go, we have to wait until the husband finishes eating!"

Yi Shuyuan looked around, it seems that there are very few outsiders in this village, let alone storytellers.

But while others were looking at Yi Shuyuan's diorama, Yi Shuyuan was also observing the crowd while eating.

Everyone I have seen so far seems to be normal and not contaminated with any evil spirits.

Taking another mouthful of porridge, Yi Shuyuan said with a smile as he ate the salted duck egg with chopsticks.

"Speaking of strange things, when I was in Yuezhou, I saw a martial arts conference held in Yuezhou. A lot of martial artists went there. It was so lively."

Now people are more interested.

"How lively is it?" "Are there many people?"

"Tell us something, please?"

"Okay, I'll tell you later, and I'll tell you a book, um, anyone in the village who wants to hear it can come."

"Hahaha, that's great!" "It's been a long time since the troupe came to the village!"

Yi Shuyuan could only grin and continue to eat porridge. In the eyes of the villagers, storytellers and theater troupes can be equated.

"By the way, old Li Zhang, don't the horse thieves here have no government to take care of?"

The old man who received Yi Shuyuan was actually a village head, and of course the villagers also called him the village head.

"Of course it's in charge. It's just that the government sent troops to try to suppress the bandits, because the problem of miasma in the mountains can't be resolved."

"miasma?"

Yi Shuyuan didn't feel any miasma along the way, and he didn't feel miasma intuitively.

"In recent years, it has not been peaceful here, and miasma has been produced in the surrounding mountains, especially the foggy weather is the most dangerous. Mr. Yi is lucky."

"That's right, you, a foreigner, happened to find us along the road in the fog. If you take the wrong road and enter the mountain, it will be dangerous!"

The mountains in Xiuzhou in this area are actually not too steep, or the ups and downs of the terrain are not exaggerated, but are slowly showing ups and downs.

But the mountains are not small, and there are many mountains and forests. In fact, if the scope is enlarged, there are many mountains.

It's just that the sense of mountain drop is not strong. Sometimes there is an illusion that you can't tell the difference between going in and out of the mountain, so it's easy to get lost.

Xiuzhou's population distribution is very uneven, and this area is sparsely populated.

The people in the village not only rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, but also farm and fish, and their lives are not bad. Although it has not been peaceful in recent years, it is not too difficult to live on.

While chatting with others, Yi Shuyuan listened carefully, thinking about things in his heart.
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About half an hour later, Yi Shuyuan came to a rather special open place in the village.

The village is generally built in a circular shape, with walls around some places, and some places are bounded by the outer walls of houses, with ups and downs inside.

The place where Yi Shuyuan will be here is by a pool in the center of the village, which is also the main water source for residents.

There is a relatively flat square in front of the pool, behind it are raised mounds, and there are some village pavilions on both sides. This square is also surrounded to a certain extent.

Today is a cloudy day. Although the sun cannot be seen, the fog has disappeared.

Once the fog clears, the people in the village will obviously feel more relaxed.

A small table and a chair, Yi Shuyuan sat on the chair with his back against the pool, surrounded by people from the village, and many people stuck their heads out from the upstairs on both sides.

The children closest to Yi Shuyuan were almost lying down at the table.

I heard that someone is going to tell a book, and I haven't seen similar entertainment activities in the village for a long time. Most of them want to join in the fun and watch something strange.

The crowd was discussing, and someone was talking about the storyteller's background.

Some people were discussing what book to read, and some people were booing the storyteller to hurry up.

Yi Shuyuan put the ruler and folding fan away, slowly rolled up his sleeves a little, and moistened his throat with a cup of tea.

Storytelling also requires a sense of ritual.

Then the next moment, Yi Shuyuan took the fan with one hand and the ruler with the other.

"Crack~"

This sudden crisp sound overwhelmed everyone's discussion, everyone was startled and subconsciously shut up, making the place quiet all of a sudden.

And in this atmosphere, no one spoke again, and all looked at Yi Shuyuan.

"Stab~"

Unfold the folding fan, revealing the miraculous landscape on the fan.

"Today, when I first came to Baofang, I was entertained by the head of the village, so I made an ugly speech as a reward."

Yi Shuyuan's eyes swept over the people present, and he closed his eyes slightly, feeling the anger of more people around.

People around only feel that the storyteller's eyes are introverted, and he gently shakes the fan as if lost in memory.

The next moment, a clear and favorable voice sounded, with the help of the surrounding terrain, it even carried some echoes.

"It is said that at the beginning of the ninth year of Chengxing, a strange case occurred in Yuanjiang County, south of the Cangshan Mountains. That night, a civil servant in the county was correcting the manuscript late at night."

In a few words, many villagers have been drawn into the story by God
"The darker the night, the colder it is suddenly! The civil servants feel the wind blowing."

At this point in Yi Shuyuan's words, he covered his mouth and nose with a folding fan, imitating the sound of a gust of wind.

"Hoohoo."

The audience around them were already very engrossed, but at this moment they just felt like they were there.

"Dong dong dong dong dong."

There was a "drum sound" from Yi Shuyuan's mouth, and the children beside him couldn't help but lean over the table to look at the storyteller's mouth.

It was found that the storyteller's mouth was bulging, and the sound of drums indeed came out of his mouth.

The adults nearby hurriedly pulled the child away, for fear of disturbing the storyteller.

Yi Shuyuan didn't care about the child's movements at all, he put down his fan and lowered his body, and said in a thick but deep voice.

"This drummer turned out to be the wronged soul who died in Eshui—"

"hiss"

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, but no one made a sound.

"In the Yuanjiang County Yamen, from the officials to the petty officials, when they heard the sound of drums, they all went to the court in spite of the fact that it was late at night."

"No one knows how involved this case will be."

Back then, Yi Shuyuan was on the scene, but at this moment, Yi Shuyuan's voice was on the scene. At this moment, with just one mouth, it seemed to bring all the audience back to that night.

He could feel the various emotions of the people present, and he could feel their concentration.

Every ups and downs of emotions can cause changes in people's complexion, and because of Yi Shuyuan's narration, the originally mixed complexion in the crowd gradually tends to be unified
But at the same time, Yi Shuyuan glanced around while telling the story.

Ordinary people are easily affected by the story, and the breath of not being human will become conspicuous at this moment
A very faint strange atmosphere loomed in the crowd at this moment, although it was very faint, but in some aspects it seemed a bit strong to Yi Shuyuan.

This is not contradictory, light is because of shallow contact, thick is because of the fierce aura hidden in it.

The monster has come, even, very close!

Yi Shuyuan's eyebrows tightened, and the scattered demonic aura in his eyes gradually merged with the telepathy, turning into a blurred shadow with a tail
Is this a mark?Good at hiding!
(End of this chapter)