Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused

The deep corner of Dartzi Ridge.

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

His eyes were cloudy, his face was covered, and his whole body revealed a little crazy temperament.

He gives a feeling.

A kind of feeling that what the master fell was not fighting, but the feeling of despair.

This person is none other than the Sixth Master of the Nine Sects.

Not long ago, he heard about this **** tomb from his mouth, and he was very interested in the tomb.

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

However, Zhang Chen was in the capital and was a little far from Shacheng, so it took a lot of time to meet him.

But the blood corpse tomb is right in front of you.

…

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

In the jungle, many people whispered.

Since they heard that the contents of the book are real, these people have searched this dense forest.

But to this day, no one has found 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 **** corpses! Run!"

Immediately, the entire dense forest became chaotic.

…

In just a few days, the news of the unearthed tomb of the blood corpse has been rumored.

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

Boss Yin looked at the gathering of more and more people, and couldn't help showing a satisfied smile on his face.

"Looks like we'll have to start an expansion."

The Crescent Hotel is never short of guests, but it is the first time that the crowds of guests like today have been seen.

Nowadays, 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 also heard that the things in the tomb seem to have not been passive at all."

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

"What is that Mr. Zhang's drawing? With such a good tomb, instead of stealing it myself, I wrote a book and told everyone!"

"Who knows, Mr. Zhang is getting more and more mysterious now."

"I hope Mr. Zhang can come out and speak every day, so that the ancient tomb can be found!"

"One person's blood book, I beg Mr. Zhang to be diligent and tell the book every day!"

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

…

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and everyone had a look of hope on their faces.

Many people were booing.

I hope Zhang Chen will start storytelling soon, and preferably without interruption.

Just tell him everything he knows.

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

Just 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 is looking forward to Zhang Chen to talk more.

…

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, Zhang Chen appeared.

Like in the past, he sat on the high platform, sipping a cup of tea while looking around.

Today's Crescent Hotel can only be described as a full house with friends.

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

Even at the entrance of the hotel, there were a lot of people crowded. They couldn't get in, so they could only listen to what was going on inside.

I saw Zhang Chen take his seat.

Many people below started to boo.

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

"Yes, sir! Every time I listen to it, I still don't know what to do, and I don't want to eat or drink!"

"Haha, me too! Every day I have a story about stealing a pen in my head, and I can't sleep every day!"

"Mr. Zhang, let's get started! I've been waiting until my hair is bald."

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

Chapter 27 Elder Chen Chen (seeking for evaluation votes)

These listeners waited for three days.

After holding back the words, now I can't wait to empty all the words in my stomach in one breath.

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

"Thank you for your support, let's talk less, let's talk about books first."

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

"The book was picked up last time."

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

Zhang Chen narrated the story in this book in a hurry.

…

The east corner of the Crescent Hotel.

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

He worked hard to record every word Zhang Chen said.

This is the task given to him by the boss.

Whether the newspaper will sell well tomorrow depends on whether the book essence that Zhang Chen said today is not wonderful.

And just as he was writing hard, someone next to him couldn't help but muttered 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 were, it should have been soaked in the sea for so many years!"

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

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

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

Originally, they weren't fighting, they were just newspaper reporters, and all they wanted was news.

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

Xiao Ba said dissatisfiedly.

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

Zhang Chen's great storytelling has long been witnessed by countless people, otherwise there would not be so many people at the Crescent Hotel today.

It's just that Xiao Ba has already fallen into his own 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 a burning gaze.

"Okay! It's a worthwhile trip this time."

He smiled and stroked his palms.

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

"I really don't know where this Mr. Zhang came from."

This person is none other than the dust of the touch gold faction.

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

Although he has become a monk, he has not been shaved, has excellent light skills, and is quite famous on the Tao.

Seeing that he kept applauding, someone next to him came over and asked in a low voice.

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

Liechen smiled and nodded: "I saw some records of seabed tombs in ancient books, but I knew very little."

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

"Mr. Zhang, he really lives up to his reputation!"

…

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

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

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting more than 10,000 storytelling points and two additional draws. 】

[Current number of draws available: 7 times]

【Host please make persistent efforts! 】

Listening to the voice in his head, Zhang Chen couldn't help but light up.

Got two extra times!

Moreover, I don't know if it's an illusion, but today's storytelling popularity seems to be growing extremely fast.

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

Just as Zhang Chen was thinking about it, a mechanical prompt sounded in his mind.

[The more people who listen to the book, the faster the popularity of the storyteller grows. 】

【The host please make persistent efforts. 】

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

He looked down at the audience below.

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

The Crescent Hotel couldn't even fit.

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

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