Chapter 846: Final Words

Puluo Prefecture, Fengyang City, Tingyu Teahouse.

The storyteller, Yu Mian Shala, took a sip of tea, tidied his fan and handkerchief, and picked up his storyteller's clappers, ready to begin his tale.

Li Banfeng, hissing steam, approached and roared, "Before you begin, get me out of this phonograph!"

Zhao Xiaowan comforted him, saying, "My dear, if you're truly eager to get out, you'll need some oil."

Banfeng refused. "No oil, absolutely not!"

Lian Buda urged him, "A little more oil might help you slip right out."

Mu Yuejuan still didn't quite understand. "Master Seven, how did you get stuck in the phonograph?"

Li Banfeng snorted. "Isn't it your fault? Your own lack of skill forced me to find a way out! In those critical moments, where I bled and sweated, where vital things were left behind, I could only turn to my wife!"

Zhao Xiaowan poked Banfeng with a finger. "Do you have the nerve to say that? Was what you left behind truly blood and sweat?"

Banfeng snorted. "It was important, whatever it was!"

Zhao Xiaowan touched the phonograph's horn. "Once you're out, you can go sell things from a cart."

Li Banfeng wiggled the large horn. "Let the peddler handle the cart."

The peddler looked around and, seeing that the Heavenly Maiden hadn't arrived yet, waved his hands repeatedly. "I still have to be the mountain god; you two can handle the peddling business."

He Jiaqing protested, "I thought I was the protagonist back then! Yu Mian Shala, don't you like the story of how I, a formidable hero, reigned over the world and awed the four directions?"

Yu Mian Shala fanned himself and smiled. "While aweing the four directions is certainly good, I prefer the simple pleasures of everyday life. I like the shumai from Haichi Ridge, the newspapers from Heishi Slope, the study at Moxiang Shop, the general store in Yaowang Gully, and I even like Kudaikan..."

A customer, with tears in his eyes, said, "I like it too!"

Another customer called out, "Yu Mian Shala, we love your stories! Please let us know when you start a new one!"

Yu Mian Shala stood up again and walked to the front of the stage, bowing deeply. Addressing the customers, he said:

"The Lord of Puluo began its tale in October two years ago and concluded after twenty months. Throughout this journey, you, my esteemed readers, have supported me, protected me, cherished me, helped me, and guided me every step of the way to this very day.

I am merely a storyteller; I know nothing. I truly don't know what good fortune in past lives led me to encounter the best readers in this world.

Allow me, esteemed sirs, to bow once more. Thank you all, dear readers, for your profound kindness and support!"

A customer shouted, "That's enough gratitude! Hurry up and start the story! We're all waiting!"

"Alright!" Yu Mian Shala clapped his storyteller's clappers. "Eleven Prefectures, three thousand kingdoms, countless wonderful stories! Esteemed sirs, please wait a moment, I am about to begin!"