Star Trace Gate

Chapter 872: Unlucky Little Fatty, Inference in the Formation Center

"Since I've already said that he's a powerful and mysterious being, why would I tell you his identity before we've established absolute trust?"

The storyteller's control over Fatty was as confident as a fairy's control over a ruthless lickspittle. He recalled the blind third-rank wild dog, its lack of literary and martial skills, and found it amusing. So he boasted, "If you can cooperate with us in good faith, then we're all on the same page, and sooner or later we'll meet the 'leader.' Haha, believe me, his identity will definitely surprise you."

surprise? !

Why did he say, "I'm sure to be pleasantly surprised"? Was this a euphemism?

Who can surprise me?

Oh my God, it can’t really be Second Uncle... Li Xiaopang is deeply immersed in Dihua’s thoughts and can’t extricate himself.

"Just tell me straight, what do you want to choose?" The storyteller deliberately waited for a long time before pressing in a cold tone.

"call……!"

Fat Li pondered for a moment, then let out a long breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "I actually have no choice. Fine, I agree to cooperate and join you. But I have a rule in mind: you must not kill anyone unless absolutely necessary, and after entering the God's Tomb, you must leave immediately."

"Whether to continue killing people is not something I can decide. I need to ask the mysterious and powerful leader... If he is willing, then of course I also hope to escape from the Illusion Village quietly." The storyteller nodded slightly.

This leader must be incredibly well-connected within the village, otherwise it wouldn't be possible to make this unpredictably high-status death row inmate so fearful and anxious. Damn, he really does look like my uncle... Fat Li felt incredibly uneasy, like someone who had accidentally witnessed an octogenarian cheating, yet couldn't directly question him.

"Since you and I have agreed to cooperate, you must also take the initiative to show your sincerity to reassure me." The storyteller made a suggestion.

"What sincerity?" Fat Li asked back.

"Buzz!"

The storyteller raised his hand and flipped it. A golden volume, titled "Miscellaneous Human Stories," appeared in his palm. He then spoke softly, "This book is a spiritual object. If a feeling arises in my mind about what I've seen or heard, it will record the current story in words or pictures. If an outsider opens it, they will enter a state of visualization, seeing everything happening in the story firsthand. This includes our appearance, the content of our conversations, our mannerisms, and so on... However, if you want the story to be imbued with spiritual charm and move the audience, it also needs to have a special spiritual charm."

"This spiritual charm is profound and comes in many forms, but you don't need to know." The storyteller raised his head and commanded without question, "You only need to invest a ray of your soul into this miscellaneous book, and I will find a way... to imbue this story with spiritual charm. This is the sincerity you must show, and it is the only way to reassure me."

If Little Bad King were here, he'd definitely summarize it succinctly: "Isn't this just a portable surveillance camera? Under special circumstances and with special perceptions, it can record everything, and can also be viewed by outsiders... and used as evidence to blackmail Little Fatty."

Li Xiaopang understood the other party's words. He knew that the other party wanted to use the strange book to record everything that was happening, and then let him project a wisp of divine consciousness as "spiritual energy." This way, if the storyteller encountered any accident, or was betrayed by Li Xiaopang, the evidence could be shown to the judges in the court, the patrol court, and the punishment court. If these three courts sensed Li Xiaopang's spiritual aura in the story, they would instantly confirm his identity as a traitor.

Li Xiaopang was not on guard in this regard during the conversation just now. He acknowledged the fact that he went to the array's eye room to steal important items, and then personally agreed to cooperate.

He listened to the storyteller's request and thought for a long time, but he could only give in and said, "Okay, I give you this sincerity, and please don't break your promise...!"

"let's start."

The storyteller slowly opened the latest page of the miscellany of human stories, and took the initiative to guide the other party to cast a wisp of soul into the story on that page.

Everything was ready. Even though Li Xiaopang was completely kidnapped and put into the car, he accidentally joined the criminal gang composed of prisoners and blind men.

The storyteller silently put away the book, the sorrow on his face became more obvious, and even the tears in his eyes slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

He looked at Fatty Li quietly and whispered, "I need to wait for the leader's notification on what to do next. During this time, just do what you're supposed to do and don't act out of character. When I need you later, I'll have someone draw the character 'one' on the stone lion to the left of the Li family's gate. You must check this every morning. If you see the character one, meet me here after finishing your work in the evening."

"I remember." Fat Li nodded heavily.

"Do you want me to help you with something?" asked the storyteller.

"No rush, let me think about it again..." Fat Li shook his head thoughtfully.

"Okay." The storyteller stood up with tears in his eyes, his expression extremely sad, as if he was about to say goodbye to his own son. "Now that it's settled, you can go back."

Fat Li looked at the other person in surprise, his curiosity no longer suppressed, and he asked, "I have a question, which may be a little impolite..."

"ask!"

"Why do you look like your mother has died? Why are you crying silently in the middle of the night?" Fat Li asked politely.

The storyteller didn't mind. He simply tilted his head at a 45-degree angle and gazed up at the sky, his eyes filled with deep sorrow as he spoke: "The Night Wanderer broke into the Heavenly Prison alone, slaughtering his way through the bloodshed, only to see his young master's testicles removed, his patella shattered, his eyes gouged out, completely crippled and driven mad by fear... He was filled with grief and felt guilty towards his former master. He even wanted to have his testicles removed as well, to atone for his sins with his disability...!"

You want to remove both eggs to atone your sins?!

Fatty Li was confused by what he heard, but he grasped the key point. He then subtly advised, "People, never go against your own strong and pure inner thoughts. That will only hurt your mind in the end... Since you are in so much pain over this matter, I will not advise you any further."

The storyteller looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Cutting yourself is still too painful. How about you go and keep my young master company?"

"Senior, I am at home waiting for your call. Goodbye!" Fat Li immediately replied with a fist salute.

"brush!"

The storyteller collected the soul rope and waved his hand, saying, "Go away!"

Upon hearing this, Fat Li felt as if he had been pardoned. He kicked off his strong and powerful short legs and ran away wildly, disappearing into the night.

In the weed-covered wilderness, the storyteller's face remained sorrowful. He shook his head repeatedly, gritting his teeth as he spoke, "Alas, I've mobilized too much of the Night Wanderer's power. The consequences of this are so strong... I actually want to cut myself off. I can't suppress it...!"

"Night wind, night wind, if you also agree to mow, then blow these weeds to the north...!"

He must have been extremely resistant to that idea, so he came up with the absurd idea of ​​making the south wind blow north.

"brush!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the wind direction really changed.

The storyteller felt a chill in his crotch, and he looked up and cursed loudly: "Damn Heaven, you are so naughty... Jealous of my balls?!"

This was originally a joke, but if you savor it carefully, it is not difficult to find that the storyteller's words and expressions are full of disgust and contempt for the way of heaven.

When he tells a story, he can immerse himself in the spirit of a character and briefly gain some of their strange magic. Of course, if the character he immerses himself in has beliefs that conflict with his heritage, he cannot "play" them.

This kind of inheritance is too strange, it seems like a special rare inheritance, such as the God system, the Soul system, or the Scholar system...

However, this powerful inheritance also carries the price of "karma." That is, if the storyteller becomes too immersed in the storytelling process, he or she will clearly perceive the character's joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, and find it difficult to control himself or herself.

That's why he reveals uncontrollable sadness, even the urge to undergo twin ova removal. This kind of excessive "immersion" is actually a precursor to being lost. If it gets worse, he might completely lose his sense of who he is, go mad, or firmly believe that he is a night wanderer...

However, even though he was overly immersed in his thoughts, he was not confused. He forcibly abducted Xiaopang into the car, not just because the latter could help him enter the God's Tomb.

What's more, Fatty Li possessed an ancient mirror, a trait only possessed by the core descendants of the Li family. Therefore, forcing him into the car was actually a form of insurance. If anything happened to him and the blind man, the Li family might secretly let them off, or even help them, because of Fatty Li's connection...

In this way, the storyteller left amidst the night wind and green grass, feeling extremely conflicted. The twin eggs under him also innocently experienced thousands of life and death disasters.

……

The night wind was howling, and Fat Li ran towards home while thinking about the reason for his inexplicable disappearance tonight.

It would have been fine if nothing had happened in the prison, but now that so many people had died, all the jailers would likely be investigated. Therefore, he had to come up with a reasonable reason to prove his absence.

The brothels east of the village might be a good choice. There were many people there, and he only needed to leave the impression of his presence to a few "witnesses."

In addition, he was also thinking about his relationship with Death Row Inmate No. 79 and the mysterious leader.

The reason why he agreed to cooperate with No. 79 was not only because he guessed that someone in the Li family might be involved in this matter, but the bigger reason was... he also wanted to enter the Tomb of the Gods.

If Number 79 wanted to use him, wouldn't he also want to use a powerful being to help him enter the Tomb of the Gods? Although he had previously stolen the Guiding Talisman, he wasn't very confident that he could break through the Tomb of the Gods' Confinement Array. But now, if he could "cooperate" with the Storyteller, then the chances of breaking into the Tomb of the Gods would be much greater...

Most importantly, he was a child who had walked out of the Tomb of the Gods. He knew some of the areas there better than outsiders. So... as long as the storyteller could go in with him, he could take advantage of the various mysteries of the Tomb of the Gods and turn the tables at a critical moment. Even if he could kill the other party to prevent future trouble, he had a certain degree of certainty.

That's why he chose to give in, and when the storyteller asked, "Do you need any help?", he concealed his desire to enter the tomb of the gods.

Although his mind is not yet fully mature, he has a quick mind and a good heart.

However, his guess about the mysterious leader was extremely off the mark.

Riding on the night wind, he hurried to the village.

……

False Village, Heavenly Prison.

Some of the jailers in the third prison were cleaning up the messy scene of the fight. They carried more than a dozen corpses one by one to the burial room next to the execution hall; some jailers were clearing the collapsed ruins, urgently checking other cells, etc.

Since No. 79 had successfully escaped from prison, there was no need for the experts from the four major families to remain at the scene. Most of them had already returned, and only a small number remained to guard against any further incidents.

The Tianlao was under the jurisdiction of the Punishment Hall, whose sole responsibility was to detain, interrogate, and control and punish prisoners. The Patrol Hall, however, was responsible for investigation, detection, and arrests, while the Court of Justice was responsible for approval and trial. Therefore, when Young Master Zhao, who was in charge of the Patrol Hall, and the head of the Sun family, who was in charge of the Court of Justice, appeared together, the prison escape case naturally fell into their hands.