Tomb Raider: Storytelling Steals Pens, Nine Gates Are Confused

A corner deep in Dart Ridge.

A taciturn man leaned against an old tree with a knife in his arms.

His eyes were cloudy, his face was covered, and there was a bit of madness all over his body.

He gives a feeling.

A feeling that what I fell was not fighting, but what I fell was despair.

This person is none other than the sixth master among the nine gates.

Not long ago, he heard about the blood corpse tomb from the population, and he was very interested in this tomb.

He also became interested in Zhang Chen who talked about the blood corpse tomb.

However, Zhang Chen was in the capital, some distance away from Shacheng, so it took a lot of time to meet him.

But this tomb of blood corpses is right in front of you.

……

"How about it, have you found the blood corpse tomb?"

In the dense forest, many people whispered to each other.

Since hearing that the content in the book is real, these people have searched in this dense forest.

But until now, no one has found out where the blood corpse tomb is.

Many people began to doubt the authenticity of this matter.

"Found it! Here it is!"

"Damn! There are really blood corpses! Run!"

Suddenly, the entire dense forest became chaotic.

……

In just a few days, rumors about the unearthed blood corpse tomb spread widely.

More and more people gathered at the Crescent Hotel, waiting for Zhang Chen to appear as a storyteller.

Boss Yin couldn't help showing a satisfied smile on his face as he watched more and more people gather.

"Looks like we'll have to start expanding."

The Crescent Hotel has never been short of guests, but this is the first time I have seen such a huge crowd of guests.

Today, not only the lobby and private rooms of the Crescent Hotel are full, but there are also many people waiting outside.

They hope to be able to enter the Crescent Hotel, and they are willing to give more money.

……

"Have you heard? Those people really found the blood corpse tomb. Mr. Zhang is really amazing!"

"I've also heard that the things in the tomb seem to be completely untouched."

"Yes, yes, the ancient tomb is intact, and there is no sign of being stolen."

"What is that Mr. Zhang planning? There is such a good ancient tomb. Instead of stealing it, we will compile it into a book and tell everyone!"

"Then who knows, Mr. Zhang is becoming more and more mysterious now."

"I hope that Mr. Zhang can come out to speak every day, so that we can find the ancient tomb!"

"One person writes in blood, I beg Mr. Zhang to be more diligent and tell stories every day!"

"Add one person to the blood book! I want to see what the ancient tomb in the book looks like!"

……

The audience was discussing a lot, and everyone's faces were full of anticipation.

Many people are booing.

I hope that Zhang Chen will start storytelling quickly, preferably without interruption.

Just tell him what he knows.

If it was before, many people would scoff at it.

It's nothing more than a storyteller, even if the content of what he said is really good, he can't hold back such a big reaction.

But now, everyone was looking forward to Zhang Chen talking more.

……

Just as everyone expected, Zhang Chen appeared.

As in the past, he sat on the high platform, sipping tea and looking around.

Today's Crescent Hotel can only be described as full of guests.

The originally loose hall is extremely crowded today, and the number of tables and chairs has more than doubled.

Even the entrance of the restaurant was crowded with many people. They couldn't get in, so they could only listen to what was going on inside.

Seeing Zhang Chen take a seat.

Many people below started booing.

"Mr. Zhang, can you talk a little longer this time!"

"That's right, sir! Every time I listen to it, I'm still unsatisfied. I don't want to think about food!"

"Haha, me too! My mind is filled with the plot of stealing pens every day, and I can't sleep because I think about it every day!"

"Mr. Zhang, hurry up and start! I've been waiting until my hair is bald."

"Quiet, quiet! Don't disturb Mr. Zhang!".

Chapter 27 Elder Liaochen (seeking evaluation votes)

These audiences have been waiting for three days.

If you hold back the words in your stomach, now you can't wait to empty out all the words in your stomach in one breath.

Zhang Chen put down the teacup in his hand, cleared his throat and said.

"Thank you for your support, let's stop gossip, let's talk about the book first."

Everyone understood, and immediately quieted down, quietly waiting for him to speak.

"The book is next."

"Zhang Bald, Wu Xie and others dived underwater..."

Zhang Chen narrated the stories in the book without haste.

……

The east corner of the Crescent Hotel.

A young man, holding a pen and notebook, is writing vigorously.

He tried his best to record every word Zhang Chen said.

This is the task assigned to him by the boss.

Whether the newspaper can sell well tomorrow depends on whether the book Zhang Chen said today is good or not.

And just as he was writing furiously, someone next to him couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

"This book is good, but after careful scrutiny, I feel that it is full of loopholes."

"During the Ming Dynasty, how could there be such a big ship, and, even if there was one, it would have been ruined after so many years of soaking in the bottom of the sea!"

"The most outrageous thing is that it is at the bottom of the sea! How could there be air, people would have been suffocated to death!"

Hearing the complaining voice, the young man couldn't help but looked up at him, and said.

"Let's just listen to it. Our goal is to make money. As long as the book he said can make money, why bother?"

Originally, they were not fighting against each other, they were just reporters from the newspaper office, and what they wanted was news.

"That can't be nonsense, what if someone comes to trouble our newspaper office!"

Xiaoba said dissatisfied.

Seeing his appearance, the young man couldn't help shaking his head.

Zhang Chen is a good storyteller, and countless people have already witnessed it, otherwise there would not be so many people in the Crescent Hotel today.

However, Xiao Ba has already fallen into the fixed thinking, and this matter can only be discovered by himself.

……

West corner.

An old man in a monk's robe looked at Zhang Chen on the stage with burning eyes.

"Okay, okay! This trip is worthwhile."

He clapped his hands and laughed with a smile.

"Sure enough, the feeling of listening to a book in person is different from reading it in a book!"

"I really don't know where this Mr. Zhang studied under him."

This person is none other than someone who touches gold.

Liaochen became a monk in Wuku Temple and is the elder of Wuku Temple.

Although he has become a monk, he has not been ordained, and his lightness kung fu is excellent, and he is quite famous in the Tao.

Seeing him applauding continuously, someone beside him came over and asked in a low voice.

"Why, master, do you think what Mr. Zhang said is good?"

Liao Chen nodded with a smile: "I've seen some records of underwater tombs in ancient books, but I don't know much about them."

"After listening to Mr. Zhang's book today, it gave me a little more insight into the tombs under the sea."

"Mr. Zhang really deserves his reputation!"

……

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for obtaining 5000 storytelling points. 】

[Congratulations to the host for winning 5 lucky draws. 】

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for getting more than 10000 storytelling points and two extra lucky draws. 】

【Current number of lucky draws: 7 times】

【Host please make persistent efforts! 】

Listening to the voice in his mind, Zhang Chen couldn't help but see a bright light.

He even got two extra times!

Moreover, I don't know if it's an illusion, but the popularity of storytellers seems to grow extremely fast today.

I'm afraid that after finishing the book today, I can make up ten consecutive draws.

Just as Zhang Chen was thinking, a mechanical notification sound appeared in his mind.

[The more people listen to the book, the faster the storyteller's popularity will grow. 】

【The host please make persistent efforts. 】

Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, it turned out to be like this.

He turned his gaze to the audience below.

The number of people who come to listen to books today is indeed more than double that of the past.

The Crescent Hotel will not be able to accommodate it.

Zhang Chen looked at the folding fan and said with a smile.

"Let's talk about the follow-up."