I am the villain in the book

“… … So, Young Master Wei took Yuan’er and Zhang San away from the capital, heading straight for Shu Prefecture!”

“Esteemed patrons, that’s all for today’s tale. To find out what happens next…”

The storyteller heavily struck the table with his wooden block, creating a dull thud.

“Tune in next time for the continuation!”

“Thank you, gentlemen, for your support! Thank you for your generous tips!”

“…”

As the storyteller announced the end, the crowd in the teahouse protested.

“What? That’s it? Continue the story!!”

“That’s right! Isn’t the fox demon supposed to follow them? Where is she?”

“And what about Xiao Feng? What happened to him?!”

“Tell us quickly! There will be a generous reward!”

Instantly, countless copper coins and bits of silver flew into the small copper brazier in front of the storyteller, creating a crisp, jingling sound.

However, some hot-tempered men were more direct, slamming their various weapons on the table with a “thwack.”

There were swords, hammers, axes, staves… The most outrageous was a broadsword, nearly ten feet long!

The storyteller trembled at the sight, but he still braced himself and said:

“Everyone, everyone, that’s really all for today.”

“This humble one has been telling stories for over a month now, I need to rest my voice…”

“Rest your ass!”

The man with the broadsword interrupted with an angry shout: “Hurry up and tell the story, or I’ll make sure you’re no longer a man!”

“Ah?”

The storyteller paled and shrank back, looking to the other heroes for help.

Fortunately, the others were more reasonable and spoke up to defuse the situation:

Provoked by the man, the crowd immediately echoed:

“Yes, yes! Tell us, little sir!”

“If you don’t tell us, I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave this door today!”

“See this silver ingot? Tell us, and it’s yours. Don’t tell us, and it’s gone.”

“…”

“Ahem! Then I’ll tell you in advance…”

Forced to the point of no return, the storyteller finally coughed and agreed to the request.

His expression became serious, and his eyes swept around the room.

The teahouse slowly quieted down, and then a clear voice slowly rang out.

“To lie drunk on a beauty's lap, to awaken and wield a sword of slaughter.”

“I seek not the treasures of a walled city, but the power to kill.”

“Esteemed patrons, the next story we will tell is…”

The storyteller paused slightly, and then spoke in a loud and impassioned voice, word by word:

“Ascending with the wind, ninety thousand miles high!”

Whoosh!

Like a refreshing downpour, a commotion instantly erupted in the teahouse.

But when everyone came back to their senses and looked again, the storyteller had disappeared without a trace, along with the small copper brazier filled with tips.

Although the person was gone, the last sentence echoed in the air, lingering for a long time.

Ascending with the wind, ninety thousand miles high.

… …

Early the next morning, the teahouse was packed.

But everyone waited for a long time, and the storyteller, who should have arrived long ago, did not appear.

“Waiter! What’s going on? Why hasn’t the storyteller arrived yet?!”

“That’s right! I’ve already finished a whole plate of melon seeds!”

“I think you don’t want to keep this shop open!”

“Where’s my knife?”

“…”

Amidst the barrage of curses, a waiter with a towel on his shoulder ran out in a panic, bowing and wringing his hands nervously.

“Gentlemen, he, he might not come today…”

“What the hell? Not coming????”

“Explain yourself clearly!!”

“Damn! Making me wait for nothing!”

“Let’s do it, everyone! Smash up his shop!”

“Shua shua shua!”

Various weapons were drawn again, while the waiter wailed, trying to stop them with both hands and feet.

“Gentlemen! His absence has nothing to do with our teahouse!”

“Don’t smash it! Don’t smash it!”

“…”

Just as the teahouse was in chaos, in a small courtyard not far away, the storyteller was pulling his hair out in distress.

Where should I start?

Oh, how vexing, I really can’t think of anything!

No… Should I take another day off?

But wouldn’t I get killed?

Thinking of that ten-foot-long broadsword, the storyteller trembled again.

But…

Never mind!

What’s wrong with taking a day off!

In broad daylight, they can’t really kill me, can they?!

Having made up his mind, the storyteller instantly relaxed and lay back on the bed.

But after lying down for a while, he felt bored again, and always felt like he needed to find some fun.

It’s not easy to take a day off, what should I do?

I heard that several new girls with excellent singing and dancing skills have arrived at Manchun Pavilion?

How about…

“Shua!”

The storyteller immediately turned over and got out of bed, grabbed a handful of tips from the copper brazier, and pushed the door open and hurried out.

Little ladies! I’m coming!

This chapter is an irregular summary. The regular summary, goddess chapter, and shelving感言 will be tomorrow!