The Storyteller followed Zhang San to meet Wenren Sheng.
At the time, Wenren Sheng was reading a book inside a shack.
He lounged within the shack, looking exceptionally relaxed.
The two looked over and saw several animal hides spread inside, carrying a faint rank odor. He looked every bit like a young hunter.
No different from ordinary prey in the slightest.
Zhang San nodded, though his gaze shifted slightly.
"Hey, young hunter, Uncle Zhang has come to buy your complete Journey to the West. Hurry up and bring it out."
The moment the Storyteller finished speaking, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest.
It seemed as though something hot was flowing out.
Then he saw a short sword emerging from his chest.
"Y-you... urgh." He immediately lost the strength to speak. Blood flooded his lungs, and suffocation robbed him of his voice.
Then his vision went black, and he collapsed.
Wenren Sheng frowned slightly, immediately rising to his feet and watching Zhang San warily.
Zhang San, who had been calm and amiable just moments ago, now had a savage look in his eyes.
His face was also filled with wild delight.
He could not help but say, "Haha, heaven truly has not abandoned me! I never thought that, in a place like this where I was waiting to die, I would find an unprecedented Human Medicine!"
Human Medicine?
Wenren Sheng smiled faintly to himself and stomped his foot.
At that moment, Zhang San pulled out a white talisman and hurled it at Wenren Sheng.
But he never expected a pit to suddenly open beneath his feet! His sure-fire move immediately failed!
Although his body was falling, he still forced himself to throw the talisman at Wenren Sheng.
Yet Wenren Sheng flashed like lightning, easily dodging the talisman.
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