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Chapter 131 Teahouse Storyteller

"Will the author like ghosts? I remember that when I was a human, I didn't seem to like ghosts very much."

"It would be better if we don't reveal that we are ghosts."

"We also need to obtain the copyright of the physical book from the underworld. Old Wang, remember this, remember to talk to your superior and ask her to think about how to do it."

Old Man Wang was also very excited when he heard this, but he knew that this would definitely be difficult to achieve.

"You forgot that the underworld and the human world are not allowed to have too much contact. It's not up to us ghosts to decide. It's up to the King of Hell."

The ghosts were silent. They dared to fight and talk in front of the ghost catcher, but they dared not say a word in front of the King of Hell, who had the highest authority.

Although most ghosts have never seen the King of Hell since they went to the underworld, they still feel fear of him as soon as he is mentioned.

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"Old Li, where have you been recently? You've been gone longer than before. Nine out of ten times I went to your restaurant, you were not there. Is the underworld so fun to visit?"

"I went to the ghost market in the east and saw a lot of good things. I'll tell you about them now."

The underworld is as big as the human world. But the underworld is simply divided into four major areas: east, south, west, north, and north. The rulers at the top are, of course, the four kings of hell.

The ghosts from the four areas rarely move around. They usually stay where they go in the underworld until they are reincarnated.

Old Li was an ancient storyteller during his lifetime. He loved reading all kinds of stories and traveling around.

This habit did not disappear even after his death. Every now and then he would leave his teahouse and wander around to other places. After wandering for a while, he would return to his teahouse and tell the ghosts who were hanging out in his teahouse about the strange things happening in other places.

It can be said that if you want to get any information about the underworld, you can always find him.

It's no different from knowing everything.

But since he went to the underworld, not many ghosts came to him to ask questions. Even when he told stories up there, he was just satisfying his own desire to talk, and the ghosts below had no interest at all.

They just came here to rest.

But it's true. For hundreds of years, Old Li has been telling the same stories over and over again. There is nothing new about it. It's all old-fashioned.

Every time he went out to travel, he wanted to find some material for his storytelling, but unfortunately, he couldn't find any.

The underworld is different from the human world. If you take a few steps forward in the human world, you may encounter some gossip. Anyone with a little imagination can use this as inspiration to make up a story.

But in the underworld, ghosts are so bad that even relatives burn money to take away their loved ones’ money. How can this be a bullshit gossip story?

When Lao Li goes out, he really just goes out and doesn't bring anything back.

But this time it's different.

Old Li thought about the stories he saw and heard in the east, and felt that it was worth it for him to stay there for so long.

Because I didn’t have a physical book, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to fully memorize and retell the essence of the story.

While reading, he copied the book in a notebook he carried with him, and he worked hard to finish copying the entire novel before the other party got angry and beat him up.

Bringing back these two stories, Lao Li felt like he had a mission, which he had accomplished gloriously, and returned home with honor.

He held his head high and said, "This time, I brought back a good story. I guarantee you won't want to sleep after listening to it."

The ghosts in the teahouse were lying, sitting, and standing all over the place, looking at each other in disapproval.

"Come on, you always say the same thing every time you come back. You never say anything new."

"If you say you brought us some stories from your trip to the human world, then I would believe you. There are many bad things in the human world, but what new things can there be in the underworld?"

"Old Li, if you ask me, you just lived in an era that is too old. You have never seen anything new in your life. People like us modern people have seen everything. What you are talking about is already outdated."

"Whose family did you hear these nonsense from this time? I bet I'll fall asleep on the table in less than a minute."

"If you talk too much, I can fall asleep without hesitation in a second."

After they talked for a few sentences, they were surprised to find that Lao Li did not refute them.

In the past, they would have started arguing with them after just a few words, and would have loudly refuted that the story he was about to tell would definitely be a good one.

But this time, there was no sign of anger. He just listened to them quietly without arguing. There was a mysterious smile on his face, as if to say "you don't understand".

As their voices gradually faded away, Lao Li smiled and said, "Why don't you continue talking? I love listening to what you say. I hope you can still talk after I finish telling the story."

That's really crazy.

The ghosts in the teahouse all felt uncomfortable listening to him, as if what he was about to say was so great that they could immediately change their minds and slap themselves in the face after listening.

how is this possible.

"Hey, Lao Li, what you said, don't let the ghosts downstairs fall asleep later, and you will be telling stories up there while slapping yourself in the face."

"What has provoked Lao Li to make him speak so harshly this time?"

"Are you trying to get me to stay and listen to your story? If you are trying to attract my attention in this way, then I tell you, you succeeded."

"I'll stay and listen to the beginning, then go back to sleep."

"Old Li, you must be under a lot of pressure today. We have so many pairs of ears listening to you. If we all lie down and sleep together later, you will be so embarrassed."

"But it's okay. When we are bored and fall asleep, no one will know about your boast. We won't talk nonsense when we wake up."

Ghosts don't need to sleep, sleeping is just a way for them to pass the time.

It would be enough to slap himself in the face if they just lie down and pretend to sleep later. Lao Li is provoking them in this way, which is simply looking for ways to slap himself in the face.

Old Li completely ignored the onlookers' gazes and walked toward the stage with confident steps.

"The story I bring to you today is a novel from the human world called Death Train."

Just one name and the people below started discussing.

"Death Train? There's actually a novel called this?"

"What period of time is this novel from? Why haven't I heard of it? I used to read novels when I was alive."

"Could it be a novel that only appeared after my death? The title sounds like a horror novel."

"What does death have to do with trains? Could it be that the train going home caught fire or was blown up?"

"What a weird book title. It doesn't sound original at first glance."

"Hahaha what a mess! You guys started talking nonsense just because of a book title."

"I'm asleep, please feel free to do as you please."

Regardless of what the people below said, Lao Li began to immerse himself in the story, and began to narrate the content of the story with great excitement from the first chapter.

The originally noisy sound below gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

The first person who lay on the table pretending to sleep was really planning to take a nap to kill time, but when he was about to fall asleep, Lao Li started telling stories.

As soon as the narration came out, his ears perked up.