Storyteller's helplessness: "I asked you guys whether your brains have been dumbed down by practicing cultivation. I'm just waiting for the price. I'm selling for the price. Do you understand me?"
"The same goes for that idiot from Daqian Civilization. What's the price? Is there a price for this thing? Of course you have to set the price yourself."
"You have to force me to say it so clearly, eh, it's really difficult every day."
Behind him, the creature collecting money followed quietly without saying a word.
Several creatures around looked at each other and offered their own prices, but only the storyteller heard it.
The storyteller shook his head after hearing this, "I thought those who dared to listen to the secrets of the Daqian civilization were just a bunch of poor ghosts. Forget it, let's go and tell the master behind you that if you want a horoscope, be sincere. Really.
"After that, leave.
Those creatures were helpless. They had already offered the highest price, but the other party didn't like it.
Lu Yin looked at the storyteller's leaving figure and followed him slowly. .??.
I followed him all the way, and other creatures followed me from time to time. They came up to say a few words from time to time, but they were all chased away by the storyteller. The price was obviously inappropriate.
After a while, another creature arrived, followed by the creatures that had been bid before.
The storyteller became interested and talked with the other party for a while, but Lu Yin couldn't hear him.
Then, he was driven away again.
"Are you trying to scare me? I've been walking within a small distance for many years and I'm not afraid of anyone. Come and find out how many secrets I've told you. Either give me a suitable price or get out of here." The storyteller angrily drove away those creatures.
Leaving the small town and heading towards the mountains, the storyteller attracts the attention of countless creatures. With its horoscope, it is destined not to be lonely.
Not long after, it stopped, turned around, and looked at Lu Yin.
The creature collecting money behind it also looked at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin looked at it.
"You've been following me all this time. Do you want to make a price or threaten me? Let's talk about it?" asked the storyteller.
Lu Yin said, "I want to hear a story."
Storytelling "??"
The creature that collects money...
Lu Yin looked at him seriously and said, "Can you tell me?"
The storyteller blinked and said, "Listen to the story?"
"right."
"Are you serious?"
"certainly."
"Just the story?"
"if not?"
"This horoscope?"
"not my business."
"Do not want?"
"can not afford."
The storyteller didn't know what to say, and finally just said, "Please be early tomorrow." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Lu Yin continued to step forward and follow.
The storyteller turned around and looked at Lu Yin, "Please be early tomorrow."
Lu Yin said calmly, "I'm afraid you'll run away."
The storyteller is speechless "I will always be here."
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"You have offended too many creatures, and I am afraid that you will die." Lu Yin said.
The storyteller pondered for a moment, "So, you are here to protect me?"
Lu Yin shook his head, "I just want to hear a few more stories before you die."
"How much do you want to hear a story?"
"Want to hear it very much."
"Even if I tell you that I made it up?"
"Well written."
The storyteller took a deep breath. It was the first time he encountered this kind of thing. Telling stories was not its purpose. It was just to attract others. Its purpose was to buy and sell. How come there are really living things here that want to listen to stories?
Lu Yin suddenly felt like he was a trickster.
Of course, a thousand tricks forced him to tell stories. Using stories to deduce his character can deduce the combat skills that are most suitable for him. Now, Lu Yin just wants to understand the master through stories and understand this strange distance, because he
I found that this storyteller really has something to say.
It's also about telling stories.
Now it's his turn to push others.
"I don't want to talk about it today. If you want to follow me, you can follow me. I won't talk about it anyway." The storyteller turned around and left.
Lu Yin followed. In this huge city, no one could use their strength. It was impossible to run away, and they could be seen no matter how far they ran.
After a while, the storyteller came to the foot of a mountain peak. There was a stone house below. He entered and rested.
The creature collecting money stood outside the stone house and stared at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin sat calmly on the other side of the stone house, closed his eyes and rested.
In the stone house, the storyteller didn't believe that Lu Yin really wanted to listen to the story. He must have been sent by some existence to monitor him, and it was also for the sake of his horoscope, but not necessarily, because this creature had been listening to the story, starting from when he told the story about Qingshanwang.
It has always been there, without knowing beforehand that I had a horoscope.
Could it be that you really want to hear a story?
The sun and moon rotated in the giant city. On the second day, the storyteller walked out of the stone house, glanced at Lu Yin, and then walked towards the small city.
After arriving in the small town, I started storytelling.
In fact, it wasn't just Lu Yin who was staring at it, there were also many creatures who were staring at it overtly or covertly, but none of them appeared. Lu Yin was the most conspicuous.
"Come on, come on, the rich will give you money..."
The story began, and Lu Yin listened with relish. Not all of the stories it told were secrets, but there were many that did sound like they were made up. It could be made up, and it would also rely on its knowledge of local customs and customs.
It actually made Lu Yin understand a little bit.
For example, he knew that a certain person who controlled luck stayed in a certain place all year round, so that many creatures gathered in that place.
For example, a fishing civilization once passed by a certain location, causing a war between two civilizations, and even involving the shrine. In the end, the fishing civilization
Nothing was found out.
But Lu Yin knew what that fishing civilization was.
Because he heard the bridge.
That's right, it's a bridge.
The first thing that comes to mind is the land of mud and water.
Of course, I am not absolutely sure, but I can also guess.
If it was really a land of mud and water, it wouldn't be too far from the surrounding area. Of course, that was a thousand years ago, and no one knows where it is now.
The country of mud and water is absolutely powerful. Ni Bieluo holds a trident, which is enough to challenge the main sequence. Although he was knocked out of several immortal realms by Lu Yin, as long as the war is not started, at first glance, who knows whether it is a fishing civilization.
And with the characteristics of the muddy kingdom, there are so many immortal realms outside, which are very suitable for development, and it is very easy to restore them.
At the end of the day, the storyteller took out the birth chart again and waved it, attracting many inquiries from the creatures, and then returned to the stone house all the way, complaining from time to time that they were all poor people.
Lu Yin followed as usual, sitting outside the stone house and waiting.
Half a month passed in a row.
Just a few days ago, the giant city moved. I don't know who moved it, but it was Zhuobao after all.
Moving means tracking the dead universe.
There are more and more creatures coming into the giant city, and I don’t know how many of them are the main sequence.
This is definitely the place where Lu Yin has seen the most eternal life realms since he has been practicing.
Once war comes, it will be quite brutal.
The stone house opened and the storyteller walked out and glanced at Lu Yin. He had been doing this for half a month.
Half a month is not a long time, but it is very disgusting.
Now there are actually creatures saying that this guy is one of their own, and there are creatures asking him to say hello to him and sell his life chart.
What the hell does this guy want to do?
"You really want to hear a story?"
"There's nothing to do anyway."
"Okay, I'll tell you, you can book the venue, just pay." The storyteller said.
Lu Yin threw a bunch of things.
The storyteller looked at him and said, "Is this all money?"
"You pick."
The person who collected the money walked over and picked them up carefully. In the end, he took away a few, but many of them were useless.
Lu Yin just threw out some of the things he had encountered before, even metal. God knows what money is to this storyteller.
They are so far apart and there is no unified currency.
The storyteller looked at the money collected and said, "It's not enough to book the whole show."
"Then don't worry, as long as you can listen."
The storyteller was speechless and walked to the small town by himself to start his day of storytelling.
Then another half month passed. On this day, the storyteller returned to the stone house, and the money collector also went in. The two of them didn't know what they were doing.
Lu Yin really wanted to go in and have a look.
After a while, the person who collected the money came out.
The storyteller was still inside, holding a piece of money that had been collected, holding it tightly, closing his eyes, the gleaming light was entwined, there was no power fluctuation, and it was very soft.
Lu Yin couldn't see it because the stone house had no windows and was completely enclosed.
He sat outside the stone house all night again.
The next day, the storyteller walked out and looked at Lu Yin with an indescribable look in his eyes.
Lu Yin saw it and didn't know how to describe it, "What's wrong? Not enough money?"
The storyteller looked deeply at Lu Yin, "What do you want to hear?"
"Anything is fine." Lu Yin said.
The storyteller was very calm this time, "There must be something I want to hear more."
Lu Yin wondered, "Is there any good stuff in the money I gave you? Can you still choose the direction of the story?"
"That's right, tell me what you want to hear."
Lu Yin thought for a moment, "Liu Ying."
The storyteller's eyes flashed: "Liu Ying?"
Lu Yin looked at it and said, "Yes."
The storyteller looks up at the starry sky: "Liuying is a place within the main trunk of the mother tree. You cannot say anything about the situation inside the main trunk of the mother tree. It is not unwillingness, but a force of cause and effect. So if you want to know more about Liuying in detail, it is impossible."
"I can only tell you some information about the camp that has been circulated by the outside world."
Lu Yin nodded, "Thank you."
The storyteller rolled his eyes, "Don't thank me. I'll just treat it as your own today. Whatever you order, I'll tell you."
After saying that, he coughed, "The drifting camp was established by the Lord to enslave disobedient creatures. It can also be understood as a smaller version of the Lord's rule over the outside world, because the Lord hopes to put all the creatures in the universe into the stream."
In the camp, you can grow yourself, and you can bring out the creatures you need."
"For example, if you are unable to remove it, you will be imprisoned in a camp. What you will experience there cannot be said, but its power of three removals will definitely be mastered by the Lord. It is just a matter of whether to use it or not."
"There are too many things that are similar to powerlessness..."
Lu Yin listened quietly. Liu Ying was the darkest side of the mother tree's trunk that the outside world recognized. The Lord actually allowed the legend of Liu Ying to emerge without stopping it. This may also be a way to maintain their supreme rule.
Who dares to oppose the refugee camp?
If even the exiled camp dare not oppose, who can resist the Lord?
Liuying is like a mountain that lies above the endless life. If you cannot break this mountain, you will not be able to see the outside world.
Storytellers have said a lot about the situation in the camp, but most of them are just guesses. It depends on yourself what you think.
Lu Yin has been practicing for nearly ten thousand years and has never seen anything dark.
The Eternal Kingdom was the first darkness he saw, and he felt real terror and horror there. Compared to it, the refugee camp was just another kind of darkness.