Tomb Raider: Storytelling Steals Pens, Nine Gates Are Confused

What the hell is going on here!

"Adjutant, go and inquire." Foye frowned and looked at the situation below.

He always felt that things were going too smoothly.

It seems that someone is laying out all of this, and they are the pieces on the chessboard.

……

After a while, the adjutant returned to the box, but his expression was strange.

"Buddha, Peng Sanbian is dead."

"what?"

Following the adjutant's words, everyone in the box was shocked.

How is this possible?

"It's true, none of Peng Sanbian and all his bettors survived."

"I heard that this was done by Mr. Zhang."

The complexions of Foye and the others all changed, and after a long while, Foye let out a sigh of relief.

"I knew that Mr. Zhang was unusual, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful."

Er Yuehong also nodded, but his tone was indeed full of relief.

"I really didn't realize that Mr. Zhang has such skills."

"Also, Mr. Zhang has helped us a lot this time."

If Zhang Chen hadn't killed Peng Sanbian, I'm afraid they would need a lot of money to get the deer live grass.

Whether Zhang Chen knew it or not, he would accept this love.

"It wasn't Mr. Zhang who did it, but his subordinates."

The adjutant told the truth of what he had inquired about.

The expressions of the people in the box also began to change slightly.

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Ba Ye frowned, looked down at his palms, and made fortune-telling on his fingertips.

After a while, he raised his head to look at Buddha and the others and shook his head.

He couldn't figure out what Zhang Chen's subordinate was.

But he can be sure that it is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Mr. Zhang is getting more and more mysterious." Buddha bowed his head and pondered this.

Originally thought that he might be related to the Zhang family in the northeast.

But now it seems that is not the case.

The Zhang family did have the ability, but it was still impossible to bring such a thing under their command.

"Adjutant, send someone to listen to the book later, don't miss every one."

"I always feel that the secret of Mr. Zhang will be of great help to us in the future."

"Yes!"

Ba Ye pushed his glasses: "No matter what, now that we have got the live deer grass, we will rush back to Shacheng tomorrow morning. The second master's wife's illness can't be delayed any longer."

……

On the second day, the bosses of the major newspapers showed joy on their faces.

It has to be said that Zhang Chen is their cash cow.

Printing "Stolen Pen" made them a good fortune before, but now he has killed Peng Sanbian and made headlines for them.

They can already predict that this newspaper will definitely sell well!

"Quick! Hurry up and print!"

"We must seize all the time and be ahead of our peers!"

"Boss, this is the new news, the list of gold and treasures arranged by Mr. Zhang."

Someone walked in with a piece of information, and his face was full of joy.

The death of Peng Sanbian, the gold list and the treasure list.

These three news, no matter which one will attract a lot of attention.

They are about to develop!

……

In the lobby on the first floor of the Crescent Hotel, many people gathered every day waiting for Zhang Chen to tell a story.

These people knew that Zhang Chen would tell the story only once every three days, but they were afraid that Zhang Chen would suddenly come to the stage to tell the story that day, so they all stayed here and waited.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang is too lazy. He only tells a story once every three days."

"Yeah, who's the storyteller is so lazy, if it wasn't for the stories he told, others wouldn't know, I don't know, I wouldn't come here to listen to books."

"Hey... The consumption of the New Moon Hotel is so high, Zhang Chen doesn't care about storytelling, it's really annoying!"

"So what, you don't listen if you have the ability..."

The audience below gathered together and sighed.

……

Yin Xinyue on the top floor was clattering with her abacus.

But in just a few days, the income doubled, and these audiences seemed to be welded to death in the Crescent Hotel, and they were unwilling to leave.

"Miss, someone is trying to force her way in." Yiyi suddenly pushed the door open and came in with a serious expression on her face.

Yin Xinyue frowned immediately: "What's going on?"

"A few natives, I don't know what happened to them."

"They were crying and making noise outside the hotel. They insisted on coming in, saying they were looking for Mr. Zhang."

"But Mr. Zhang also ordered not to disturb him when he is not talking."

Yiyi looked at Yin Xinyue with some embarrassment.

"Looking for Mr. Zhang?" Yin Xinyue was also surprised. What happened to Peng Sanbian just happened yesterday, but someone came to the door today?

Really not afraid of death!

"Ask exactly what's going on, and don't alarm Mr. Zhang about trivial matters."

"The other party said that the book Mr. Zhang said has come true."

"What?!" Yin Xinyue stood up suddenly: "What do you mean the book that Mr. Zhang said has come true?!"

"I heard that someone saw a blood corpse near Darziling in Shacheng."

"It's the same as the blood corpse in the tomb of Mr. Blood Corpse."

Yin Xinyue's eyes flashed and she said, "Go ask Mr. Zhang."

……

In the lobby of the New Moon Hotel, seven Tu Fuzi stood in the middle in a mess.

All the guests around looked at them and pointed.

"Looking at the stench of their corpses, I'm afraid they just came out of the tomb not long ago."

"He was seriously injured and all his limbs were broken. It seems that he encountered something terrible in the tomb."

"Why do you come to the Crescent Hotel instead of going to the doctor's office when you're injured?"

"Could it be that they touched some treasure and sent it to the auction?"

For a while, many people looked at them eagerly.

Antique cultural relics are necessary for making a fortune today.

If you can buy one or two pieces at a low price and sell them at a high price, the difference in price can be enough to feed a family for several years.

……

But those Tu Fuzi were full of eagerness, their eyes glanced up from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone to come out.

Seeing their distraught appearance, someone couldn't help asking.

"Dude, what the hell happened to you? Why are you in such a mess?"

"Shouldn't you meet the big zongzi in the fight?"

Listening to their questioning, the seven people finally turned their eyes back from the second floor box.

They were full of fear, and said with a deep sigh.

"Hey! Don't talk about it, it would be great if it was just a big rice dumpling, it's a blood rice dumpling!"

As soon as he said this, many people were stunned for a moment, and then they reacted instantly.

"What?! Blood rice dumplings?"

"Is there really blood rice dumplings in this world?"

"Isn't the blood zongzi just in Mr. Zhang's book? Why do they really exist?"

"No wonder... no wonder they are coming here."

At this time, it was not only the seven native masters who were looking forward to Zhang Chen's appearance.

Even the people listening to the book were full of expectations for Zhang Chen.

In this world, everyone relies on fighting to get rich.

If the monster in Zhang Chen's book really existed, why had they never seen it before?

Could it be that this storyteller is really some hidden master?

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Rao was as calm as Zhang Chen, and seeing nearly a hundred pairs of eyes staring at him, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

what happened?

Is it possible that these audiences can't stand the book once every three days, and are ready to collectively "force the palace"?

"Mr. Zhang!"

Seeing Zhang Chen appear, all the people below looked at him with burning eyes.

The eagerness in his eyes made Zhang Chen feel unbearable.

……

Among the seven native masters, the oldest one bowed to Zhang Chen and asked.

"Mr. Zhang, I wonder if the content in the book you mentioned is real?"

A monster in a book?

Zhang Chen was startled, could it be that this person has already found the place where the ancient tomb in the book is?

Hey~

It's his fault too.