"Picking up from the last chapter,
You all know that the Southern Palace's cultivation techniques and skills are particularly outstanding, with wings to fly in the sky, skin that changes color, clothes that carry flames…
It's truly a spectacle of a thousand forms and myriad changes!"
*Tap!*
As the storyteller slammed the wooden clapper on the table, all the ghosts in the teahouse jolted in unison.
They stopped sipping their tea.
"This time, we'll talk about what happened after Jiang Wuchang arrived at the Ghost Market."
"In the Southern Palace's Ghost Market, there's this arena. Whoever steps onto it must accept challenges from all the ghosts and monsters…"
"This arena is no ordinary place. Any ghost that steps onto it will have their ghost qi suppressed.
Even a dragon must coil itself here!"
A curious ghost in the teahouse asked, "Then how do they compete?"
"This patron asks a good question!"
The storyteller stroked his beard. "If you were to ask what the Southern Palace excels at the most? It's their cultivation techniques and skills!"
"When they go on stage, they compete with these!
See who has the superior skills, and the one who remains at the end will be the recognized overlord of the Ghost Market…"
The ghosts in the teahouse listened intently.
A young girl with a cat perched on her shoulder sat among them, her chin propped in her hands.
It's been almost a month since Senior set out…
The outside world sounds so exciting, so interesting.
The Southern Palace…
Senior must be learning a lot on this trip.
After listening to the storyteller describe various interesting skills, Qi Yaoyao raised her hand and asked,
"Sir, has Jiang Wuchang entered the ring?"
As soon as she spoke, other ghosts nearby chimed in,
"Yes, yes, has Jiang Wuchang appeared?"
"How can such a spectacular arena be complete without Jiang Wuchang?"
…
At the entrance of the teahouse, Xu Guzi was pulling his father, Xu Shuzi, inside.
As soon as they entered, they heard everyone mentioning Uncle Jiang. Xu Guzi quickly pulled his father to find seats.
"Dad, listen quickly, they're talking about Uncle Jiang!"
Xu Shuzi said helplessly, "You asked me to come out for a walk with you, and you brought me here to listen to that guy?"
This kid.
He finally got a day off, only to be dragged here to hear how awesome Jiang Lin was out there.
Really…
"Waiter, a plate of melon seeds," Xu Shuzi said.
*Tap!*
The storyteller struck his wooden clapper. Xu Shuzi flinched, and a melon seed kernel dropped.
"...Damn it!"
"The champion defeated all the challengers who stepped up. He swept his gaze and his eyes fell on Jiang Wuchang!
He beckoned with a finger, challenging our Eastern Palace's ghost messenger!"
The storyteller put down the wooden clapper and spoke with powerful conviction:
"But this is Jiang Wuchang's first time in the Southern Palace, and he's never competed in the arena before. He hasn't learned any of the Southern Palace's cultivation techniques or moves!"
"So, how will he win!?"
At this moment,
Xu Shuzi, holding a handful of melon seeds, stopped eating.
He was worried about Jiang Lin, but then noticed the silence ahead.
He looked up and saw the storyteller standing there with a smile, saying nothing.
He couldn't help but ask, "What happens next? What happens next?"
Why did he stop talking?
Isn't this deliberately trying to make ghosts anxious to death?
"For what happens next, you have to pay to hear it."
A ghost in front spoke, and was the first to throw money into the bowl beside the storyteller.
This line of work also requires sustenance.
Other ghosts nearby also gave some money after seeing this.
Seeing this, Xu Shuzi nudged his son with his elbow and whispered,
"I haven't even heard a couple of sentences, and they want money. I was thinking of labeling him as a 'death-by-anxiety' ghost myself…"
Xu Guzi chuckled inwardly, "You're enjoying it now, aren't you, Dad?"
"Dad, I'll shell melon seeds for you."
As soon as he reached out, Xu Shuzi swatted his hand away.
"What melon seeds? Your Uncle Jiang is in such a state, and you're still in the mood to shell melon seeds!"
"…"
Xu Guzi glanced at his father, suppressing a smile.
Dad, actually, Uncle Jiang is fine.
I've already heard about this.
I just wanted to drag you here to listen.
You finally got some time off, and you can't go find Uncle Jiang for a drink and chat.
Why not come and hear what Uncle Jiang has been busy with.
"Jiang Wuchang accepted the champion's challenge and, with a light leap, landed on the high arena…"
"Facing Jiang Wuchang directly, the champion was intimidated by his aura and actually retreated three steps!"
Inside the teahouse, after the money was paid, the storyteller resumed his narration.
As he spoke, he retreated slightly, his voice vivid and engaging.
"At this moment, red light flashed on the stage, and all the surrounding ghosts showed expressions of horror."
"What exactly happened? And who was the champion who remained in the end? Listen to me as I slowly tell you…"
Outside the teahouse, passing ghosts could occasionally hear cheers from within.
Some ghosts stopped, found a spot by the teahouse entrance, and listened attentively.
When the exciting parts came, they also shouted:
"Good—!"
These were ghost messengers from their Eastern Palace.
They felt a sense of shared honor!
…
…
The human world.
In a quiet private dining room.
Hong Ya was floating behind a young man, leaning forward to look at the livestream on the man's phone.
"Eh~ Captain and the others are going to the Western Palace?"
I wonder what the Western Palace is like?
Since Jiang Lin was away on a business trip, the members of the 18th team were currently assigned to other teams.
"Southern Palace, Western Palace, and then it must be the Northern Palace…"
She was quite looking forward to the local specialties from the other palaces.
When the captain left, he said he would bring some back for them.
After watching for a while longer, Hong Ya glanced at the time on her phone.
"Eating ghosts, eating souls, time to work, work~"
Hong Ya got up and passed directly through the wall, floating out of the private room.
She was going to guide souls.
The private room was very quiet.
Three minutes passed, and the young man maintained his posture of holding his phone.
"Um, did that thing leave?"
Across from him, Jiang Xian shrugged. "Probably. I can't see it."
The young man, Tang Tianze, tentatively twisted his arms and then stood up to stretch.
"It seems to have left. I don't feel that chilling sensation anymore."
After interacting with ghosts more often, he could sense some things now.
However, Tang Tianze didn't know that the one who had just arrived was not an ordinary ghost.
Moreover, it was a ghost messenger from the team of the streamer he was watching.
Just then, there was a knock on the private room door.
Tang Tianze and Jiang Xian immediately put away their phones and sat up straight.
They were both wearing shirts and dress pants.
Clearly, they weren't out for food and drinks this time.
When the door opened, a middle-aged man walked in.
Seeing how young the two were, the middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged.
One of them was a newly risen rich young master in the circle, and the other was a widely popular 'feng shui master'.
Who would dare to underestimate them?
However, their actual abilities would only be known after a conversation.
After all, hearing is not as good as seeing.
"Thank you for waiting."
…
(ps: Chapter one hundred, two hundred, three hundred! Everyone, don't just keep the book in your library, remember to come back and check it often!
ღ(´･ᴗ･`) Hugs~)
[The storyteller mused: I should ask for a dream to tell my descendants to talk more about the livestream.
This little bit isn't enough for him to talk about. He's also eagerly awaiting the follow-up.]