Chapter 43: Sir, do you believe in past and present lives?

Void Space.

Mo Sangyu saw Lin Chuan's steps pause unconsciously, and her heart leapt with joy.

"Indeed! My husband hasn't forgotten his past-life memories completely; I will surely awaken him!"

The storyteller and the stage were precisely set up by Mo Sangyu's people.

This was a test of Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan unconsciously stopped his steps, and also realized this was a test, but it was already too late.

If he again pretended nothing was wrong and left, it would seem rather deliberate.

"So this is how it can be played?"

Lin Chuan, helpless, could only pretend to have been struck in the head by an arrow of fate, his steps growing slower, looking back every three steps.

"Sister, can you wait a moment?"

Finally, Lin Chuan stopped his steps, looked toward the stage, and said, "I want to hear the storyteller finish this story."

"This story is cliché at first listen; from the beginning I can guess the ending. Don't listen, the Demon Slaying Bureau's matters are urgent." Lin Yangyang didn't quite understand.

My younger brother has never gone to listen to any storytelling; why does he want to hear a story now?

Lin Chuan broke into a sweat, really wanting to remind his sister to take it easy.

Mo Sangyu's Demon Lord form knows no reason; she could even carry out murdering her own husband,

If you dare say it's cliché again, tonight you might have to sleep with your eyes open.

"Sister, just don't interfere."

Lin Chuan pushed Lin Yangyang, saying, "The Demon Slaying Bureau's affairs are entirely up to you to decide; your word is my word—go."

Xiao Rumeng sat on Lin Chuan's shoulder, "Auntie, I'm not leaving either; I want to keep Daddy company while he listens to the story."

"You two..."

Lin Yangyang let out a soft sigh, unable to oppose this father-daughter pair, and left alone.

Lin Chuan, meanwhile, held Xiao Rumeng, walked to the table nearest the storyteller, sat down, and began to listen to this 'twisting' story.

Along the way, he occasionally had to feign a dazed expression.

Yun Zhi Yi, hiding in another Void Space, grew anxious.

"Damn Xiong Mo Nu! This is clearly just playing dirty!!"

If A Chuan first awakened the memories of his life with the Red-Clothed Witch, given her nature, she would surely further devote herself to seducing A Chuan!

By then, I would have no chance!

"How could I not have thought of this move?!"

Yun Zhi Yi regretted endlessly.

"No! I must also seize the time; there's still a chance."

"The Yun Xin Shen Sword is in A Chuan's hand; it can be forged with my heart's blood, and I will use it to awaken A Chuan."

"It was the Witch who first broke the rules, so it's not my fault."

A plan formed in Yun Zhi Yi's mind.

Below the stage, the storyteller spoke the story vividly, and deep emotions moved even a few audience members to tears.

Of course, the one who cried the hardest was still Lin Chuan.

Originally he didn't want to cry, but since passersby were crying, as the 'protagonist' it would be unsuitable for him not to.

Thus Lin Chuan pinched his own thigh hard, tears streaming nonstop.

Yun Zhi Yi, hiding in the Void Space, seeing this, pouted and spat out fragrant words,

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

"Cliché! Cliché! Cliché!"

"Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!"

"A Chuan! You must absolutely not fall!"

When the storyteller reached the point where the Demon Lord's weakness was discovered, and the Sword God first met the 'Gentle Version' Mo Sangyu,

Lin Chuan's sturdy frame shuddered, and he stood frozen on the spot.

At this moment, his acting rivaled that of a movie emperor.

Even the Demon Lord would shed tears upon seeing it.

The sunset slanted westward.

The story reached its second climax, the second meeting of the White-Robed Sword God and Mo Sangyu.

The sky had grown late; many spectators were called home by their wives for dinner, leaving only a few in the audience.

Only Lin Chuan remained seated there, never having moved even half a step.

Xiao Rumeng's eyes shone brightly, feigning an air of understanding.

When the story reached its final section, and the White-Robed Sword God, at the cost of his life, caused the Demon Lord's two personalities to merge, only Lin Chuan remained in the audience.

The story ended here.

Lin Chuan sat in his chair, pondering for a long while, then suddenly raised his hands and clapped, pa-pa.

"Good! Well spoken!"

"It was spoken exceedingly well."

While clapping, his emotions surged, his eyes turning red.

The storyteller stepped down from the stage, came before Lin Chuan, and smilingly asked, "Sir, why do you say it's good?"

Lin Chuan's heart tightened.

"Holy shit!"

How come there's still a post-match Q&A segment?!

Just now, he remembered a very important problem; Mo Sangyu was looking at him, and Yun Zhi Yi was probably also there.

Just now, I cooperated so much with Mo Sangyu, isn't that offending Xiao Qingmei Niangzi Yun Zhi Yi to death?

Too difficult!

Really just surviving in the cracks, extreme survival.

Every round is a deadly round.

But at this moment, Lin Chuan couldn't care less about all that; first he'll pacify Mo Sangyu, then talk.

"The story you told, sir, I always feel like I've heard it before, as if I've heard or seen it somewhere, yet I can't recall it—it's really strange."

Lin Chuan said solemnly.

The storyteller stroked his beard and smiled, "It seems you, sir, are also someone with a story."

Lin Chuan shook his head, "I've just left my thatched cottage, never seen the world; all I've done in life is eat and sleep—how could I be considered someone with a story?"

Saying that isn't lying.

His experiences are all in dreams, late-night emo fantasies—can they count as life experiences?

The storyteller suddenly changed the subject, "Do you, sir, believe in past and present lives?"

Lin Chuan's toes dug into the ground.

How ruthless!

Even this kind of question has come up.

"I don't know whether I should believe it or not; please, sir, clear up my doubts."

The storyteller straightened his posture and said:

"In folk tales, there is a saying that some of the things a person experienced in their past life will appear in dreams."

"Those stories in dreams that don't belong to this life, those people you've never met, those places you've never been—perhaps they all come from your past life."

"Moreover, that feeling of déjà vu is also the past life's memory speaking."

"The mystery of the soul is unimaginable; it can carry many blessings. The story this old man tells may resonate with you, sir, perhaps because your past-life affinity also contains such a story."

After saying that, the storyteller cheerfully added,

"This old man dare not speak recklessly; you, sir, just listen for fun."

Lin Chuan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his hands began to clench uncontrollably, he gritted his teeth, and veins bulged.

This state lasted for a while.

He then covered his head with both hands, slumped over the table, making a struggling appearance.

"Ahhh!!"

After a long while, Lin Chuan finally returned to normal.

The storyteller was startled, hoping not to cause any trouble for the employer's husband: "Sir, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Lin Chuan clasped his hands, "Thank you, sir, for clearing up my doubts."

"No need for thanks; as long as you, sir, are unharmed, that's good."

The storyteller stroked his beard again, smiled, and turned to leave.

Lin Chuan remained seated there, seemingly trying to recall something, while deep inside his heart blossomed with a smile—hasn't he already firmly won the sweetheart's heart?

Void Space

Mo Sangyu, who witnessed the whole process, was extremely satisfied with Lin Chuan's performance; the smile on her face expressed high approval.

If it weren't for that hateful woman watching her, tonight she would change into her most beautiful clothes and sneak into her husband's room,

using her physical body as bait to awaken her husband's memory.

"Hateful woman, don't let this venerable one seize the opportunity."

As long as she seizes the opportunity, she will surely drain her husband, leaving him no thought to recall other women.

Past and present lives—everything will be killed beneath this venerable one's perfect body.

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