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Chapter 37 Storytellers

"However, there are several groups of bandits hovering in the mountains on both sides of the canyon.

The composition of different bandits is very different. For example, the bandits near the canyon are mostly villains, hooligans, and scoundrels in the village.They often rely on the advantages of terrain to rob passers-by, and reclaim wasteland in the mountains to grow food for a living. "

After hearing a few words, Wen Yu's expression turned serious. Isn't this the bandit they encountered in the canyon a few days ago?How could this person understand so clearly in Yanmen City?

Swiping left and right, I found the storyteller in front of a bakery cake stall. He was sitting at a small table in front of the cook cake stall, holding a rattle in one hand and laying it flat on the table with the other. His dark cloth was washed white with starch. The face is about 40 to [-] years old, the facial features are ordinary, only a pair of eyes are piercing, with the experience of thousands of vicissitudes, but also revealing the clarity of a child.

A few pancake buyers gathered around, their faces full of curiosity, urging him to continue talking.

Wen Yu walked over with Ah Tang who didn't know what happened, and the storyteller cleared his throat and continued.

"There is another group of bandits. Since they entered the mountain, they have been the leader of the bandits in this cluster. They are large in number, about 500 people. They are well-armed and well-mannered. Bandit exchanges, in addition to the necessary training on weekdays, they will also cultivate the fields, self-sufficient, and rarely make a move.

Every month, there will be a batch of unnamed convoys that enter the mountain in the middle of the night and bring several cars with goods that no one knows what they are loaded to the cottage. They leave without communicating with each other. "

The storyteller glanced at Wen Yu, and continued talking without pausing or expressing too much.

"The tragedy of the Shen family we talked about last time was related to this group of bandits. The Shen family was exiled because of the failure of the party struggle, and more than 100 members of the whole family were relegated to the southern wasteland. Even so, Shen Xiangru still did not give up. Please Old friends from the DPRK and China provided news for him in order to make a comeback.

Although the Holy Majesty was angry, he still showed mercy to Shen Xiangru, and let his old friend take care of him to help him on his way to relegation. baby. "

"But the strange thing is that the exile of the Shen family was covered up by Shen Xiangru's old friends, so few people knew about it, but the bandit seemed to have planned it long ago and made a special trip to wait for the Shen family to arrive."

Having said that, the storyteller moistened his throat with white water from the table.

Wen Yu asked the cake shop for all the existing cakes. While waiting for the stall owner to pack them, Wen Yu took Ah Tang to find a place to sit down. She always felt that the storyteller mentioned the Shen family twice, which seemed to be intentional. reminding myself.

But what does the Shen family have to do with him?
Could it be related to Wen Yu, the two girls who escaped from the Shen family?

This is not impossible, Wen Yu rubbed his chin, after all, when he first came to this world, this body was alone, and she was a little girl, delicate and frail, which fit the image of a lady from the family.

However, she is Wen Yu, a child of the Tianyan Sect in the cultivation world, the Shen family?I'm so unfamiliar.

At most, for the sake of the original body, if you meet the surviving members of the Shen family, you can help them if you can.

"Snapped!"

The storyteller put down the porcelain bowl and tapped on the wood, "We're far away, let's go back to the recent days. After the Shen family was slaughtered, the Bandit King avoided the mountains. A group of fugitives."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Yu's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and she looked at the storyteller with a hint of killing intent.

The storyteller seemed not aware of it, and his expression was normal, "There is not enough food in the bandit village, I thought this group of people were in their pockets, but I didn't expect the fugitives to burst out with infinite potential under the leadership of a young girl, and the one who survived would kill them all." All bandits."

"After that, the people fleeing from famine did not leave directly, but instead organized people to go to the bandit village and search for supplies."

The storyteller sighed quietly, "But it was also this move that brought them fatal danger."

The storyteller's words were like a bolt of lightning that split Wen Yu from head to tail, his whole body was numb and stiff, and the incongruities in his mind were connected together in his mind.

Ordinary bandits would not be able to possess such sophisticated weapons even if they robbed the passing crowd. The long sword that Wen Yu carried was infused with aura after being used many times.

So the question is, where did their weapons come from?

It was the bandit kings.

Then this group of bandits at the foot of the mountain, close to the canyon, who can be regarded as "gatekeepers" died, and even the weapons and food in the village were swept away, then this group of bandit kings who deliberately hid their tracks and lurked in the mountains, what will happen? Don't you think that the fleeing people have already found them?

Do you suspect that ordinary bandits have leaked their existence for a while?

In this regard, the bandit king will only take one measure - hunt down and kill them all.

A coolness burst from Wen Yu's heart and flowed into the limbs. Only the heartbeat became faster and faster. The faces of the villagers flashed in Wen Yu's mind. A little emotional.

According to what the storyteller said, the bandit kings might be elite soldiers lurking in the mountains, fearless of death, and their force is more than one grade higher than that of the villagers.

Go back and tell them!
"Snapped!"

There was another crisp wooden sound, which woke Wen Yu from self-thinking, carrying an invisible charm of calm and reassuring.

After coming to this world, I still relax!

Wen Yu let out a breath, but her eyes lit up little by little. This long-lost sense of urgency is the driving force for her to continue to improve and become invincible at the same level.

"What happened after that?"

"Yes, yes, did the bandit king catch up, did he kill all the fugitives?"

"No, no, I guess the group of deserters can solve the pursuit, after all, this is a story!"

"."

The seven or eight storytellers who were listening to the book gradually gathered stopped, and began to urge the story to continue while guessing the continuation of the story.

"There is no follow-up."

The storyteller put away the rattle, and saw that the listener felt itchy when he heard that there was no follow-up, and he didn't want to believe the result of the questioning. A smile flashed in his eyes, as if he liked to tantalize people.

"I just heard this story by accident. There is only the first half, and there is no follow-up."

The storyteller got up, drank the remaining white water in the porcelain bowl in one gulp, squeezed his way out of the crowd, and walked towards the teahouse.

Alas, it's time to go to work.

Wen Yu picked up the baked cakes packed by the store, and told Ah Tang to bring the rest to the grain store to gather with others, while she herself chased after the storyteller.

This person is a bit weird, and he knows too much information. Wen Yu guessed that he might also be a cultivator, and he might be able to get more useful information.

"and many more."

The figure of the storyteller passed the street corner, and Wen Yu quickly caught up with him. After turning around, he found that the storyteller stopped, with a smile on his face, waiting for Wen Yu to catch up.

"who are you?"

　Thanks to [Black, Black, White and White], [Happy Collector], [Tinglan Listening to the Rain], and [SSCC] for the recommendation tickets!
　　(I dreamed that someone voted for me as a monthly ticket. I was so happy, and then I turned on the background of the assistant. There was not a single red dot, and the air leaked instantly.)
　　(There will be another chapter later, after eleven o'clock.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)