Chapter 66

When Zhang Lin arrived at the backstage of Sanqing Garden to tidy up, the beautiful manager came over again, speaking in that affected, nasal "clamping" voice.

"Mr. Zhang~"

Zhang Lin instantly got goosebumps all over.

"Yo, Manager Liu, just say what you need to say! My head is too big, I can't 'clamp' onto it!"

The beautiful manager immediately returned to her normal tone and said, "It's like this, about that one million..."

One million?

Hearing this, Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment.

He immediately realized that what this woman was talking about must be the one million for the Luo Pan that Young Master Zhao had ordered.

If she hadn't brought it up, Zhang Lin would have truly almost forgotten about it!

It was likely that Young Master Zhao couldn't find Zhang Lin, so he started pestering Sanqing Garden, demanding the goods.

Therefore, Zhang Lin quickly said, "If Young Master Zhao asks, just tell him it's being made."

"This thing is time-consuming and laborious to make; it needs time."

The beautiful manager nodded quickly, not even asking about Zhang Lin's commission.

She already had a vague premonition that Sanqing Garden wouldn't be able to keep Zhang Lin.

Ever since Yin Yin Nanfeng came out to help Zhang Lin out of a tight spot, she had gone to inquire and learned that the Crescent Hotel was massive!

Not only was it large, but it was also an old-fashioned, membership-only hotel, also located in the Qianmen Street area.

It occupied a huge piece of land!

Manager Liu knew all too well what kind of location that was!

Every inch of land was worth an inch of gold!

While Sanqing Garden's location was called an opera house, it was actually not much bigger than a single storefront.

But that Crescent Hotel, it was said that there were dozens of private rooms inside alone!

It was also divided into several floors, with each floor having different functions.

Manager Liu already felt that Zhang Lin, this God of Wealth, would definitely be snatched away by that vixen one day.

Therefore, she also tried her best to maintain a good relationship with Zhang Lin.

She wanted to take advantage of the final moments to boost her performance by riding on Zhang Lin's coattails!

After resolving the issue, Manager Liu reminded him, "Mr. Zhang, the guests in the venue today are very mixed."

"They all came here by reputation because your storytelling from yesterday was posted online."

"I've already warned the servers not to get so engrossed in your storytelling that they forget to stop the audience from recording."

Hearing this, Zhang Lin immediately said, "Don't stop them! Let them record!"

Just kidding, he was still counting on earning Storytelling Points.

With recordings posted online, more people could see them, and his Storytelling Points could grow exponentially.

Stopping people from recording would be cutting off Zhang Lin's source of wealth!

Hearing the instruction, Manager Liu then said, "Whatever Mr. Zhang says goes. Let them record, let them record."

When Zhang Lin went back on stage, the audience below immediately started clamoring.

"Mr. Zhang, we've finally waited for you!"

"Mr. Zhang, hurry up and finish the story about Chen Pi A-si for us today!"

"That's right, there's the second slaughter after the four slaughters of the Huang Huang Kuibang!"

"Mr. Zhang, I'm a fan of Chen Pi A-si. Do you have any news about the old gentleman?"

Hearing the audience below shouting one after another, Hua Monk and Lang Feng, who were sitting among the crowd, were both somewhat shocked!

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Fourth Master to be this popular?!" Hua Monk looked surprised.

Lang Feng also clicked his tongue and said, "Are these people crazy? They haven't experienced Fourth Master's methods, yet they actually call themselves fans."

"Fourth Master is different from before. Now, when he kills, it's without a drop of blood! You wouldn't even know how you were killed!"

While the two were sighing, they didn't forget to set up their phones to record the footage of Zhang Lin's storytelling.

Fourth Master said he wanted to see the complete storytelling!

After Zhang Lin gave his usual opening remarks, he officially began the story.

"Everyone, I didn't expect you all to be so fast!"

"This morning, I already saw that the content of the previous storytelling had spread across the entire internet."

A burst of laughter erupted from below.

Zhang Lin changed the subject and said, "Of course, I also thank everyone for your support."

"Our storytelling is just a performance, no different from crosstalk or opera."

"Some friends might say, 'Performance has a price; putting it on the internet for others to watch for free, isn't that immoral?'"

"To those friends, I have to clarify: it doesn't exist!"

"Some friends buy tickets and spend money to listen, then go through the trouble of recording it, and then upload it to the internet. What are they after? Aren't they tired?"

"So, for making a name for me and spreading the story to more people, I thank you all here!"

After Zhang Lin finished speaking, he cupped his hands toward the audience.

Thunderous applause immediately broke out below, with shouts of "Mr. Zhang is generous."

After the small talk, Zhang Lin prepared to continue the story.

But Hua Monk in the crowd had come with a mission today.

Before Zhang Lin could say a few words, he suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhang, have you watched the latest live stream from the archaeological team?"

"What is that thing making the clucking sound in the coffin? Can you tell us about it?"

"Didn't you rank the top ten ghostly things in ancient tombs? Is this thing among them?"

Zhang Lin glanced into the crowd but didn't spot the person asking.

Hua Monk's question also piqued the curiosity of the listeners.

Of the top ten ancient tomb ghosts previously ranked by Zhang Lin, only two had appeared.

They were the Corpse Puppet, ranked eighth, and the Pangu Corpse Moss, ranked seventh.

Everyone had seen the Corpse Puppet in the archaeological team's live stream.

But they had only heard the name of the Pangu Corpse Moss.

Now that someone brought it up again, it immediately jogged everyone's memory.

Zhang Lin felt helpless, knowing the archaeological team was currently the hottest topic.

And the coffin they encountered hadn't been opened yet.

No one knew what was inside!

Once this question was asked, not to mention the live audience, even those outside who couldn't buy tickets and could only listen via friends' phones were excitedly waiting.

This led to the relevant topic hitting the trending searches directly before Zhang Lin even started speaking.

#Zhang Lin continues to count down the top ten ghostly things in ancient tombs#

#The archaeological team's encounter with ghosts revealed#

#What rank is the ghost in the coffin#

#What is the thing making sounds in the coffin#

#Zhang Lin's knowledge#

Countless related topics rushed to the forefront.

It made all the netizens who had been following the archaeological team instantly ecstatic!

Even the archaeological team didn't know what it was, yet this storyteller actually understood?

And he was prepared to start lecturing and rank the thing in the coffin.

Who the hell could hear that and not be tempted?

A crowd of people wanting to watch the drama were jumping up and down excitedly online.

Just waiting for someone at the scene to relay it!

This situation also caught the attention of the National Archaeological Institute.

The archaeological team was currently exploring the tomb passage, and they only had one day to deal with the thing in the coffin.

So time was tight and the task was heavy!

When Professor Chen received notice from the National Archaeological Institute that Zhang Lin seemed to know what was in the coffin, he was stunned on the spot.

"Director Wang, what did you say? Mr. Zhang knows what's in the coffin?"

"Then does he also know how to deal with it? Master Zhang helped us buy one day, but it's still too little."

"If we can know how to deal with this guy, our archaeology can go much deeper."

Director Wang on the other side said, "For that, we can only wait for that gentleman to start his lecture."

"As soon as there is news, we will notify you immediately."

The conversation between Professor Chen and the leaders of the Archaeological Institute was heard by nearly ten million fans in the live stream.

Under the huge influence, almost the entire internet was waiting for Zhang Lin's storytelling!

Fatty regretted his decision so much that his guts turned green, and he kept pulling Tianzhen, saying, "Damn it, you can't have both fish and bear's paw! I want to come for the archaeology, but I also want to go listen to the stories!"

Tianzhen rolled his eyes and said, "Then go home and get online! You can watch the live stream and squat for news on Mr. Zhang's storytelling."

As the two were bickering, Master Zhang suddenly walked over and asked, "Do you believe that storyteller knows how to deal with the thing in the coffin?"

Both were stunned upon hearing this, and Tianzhen said directly, "Mr. Zhang is quite magical; perhaps he really does know."

Master Zhang frowned slightly; he always had a bad premonition.

He felt that this time, Zhang Lin talking about the Blood Corpse would set him up!

Even Master Zhang didn't know where this feeling came from, but he knew how to deal with a Blood Corpse!

This required using his unique skill.

He had a unique skill: he would leap into the air and land with both knees on the zombie's shoulders.

Using the weight of his body to press down on the zombie, he would then clamp his knees tight and use the immense power of his waist to give a hard twist!

The zombie's neck would break!

But now, as a Daoist Master, such a move of flying up and twisting a zombie's neck was really not suitable to perform!

A monk should be compassionate!

Twisting someone's neck like snapping cabbage—what kind of monk does that?

Thinking this, Master Zhang felt increasingly uneasy and couldn't help but pay attention to Zhang Lin's storytelling.

On the other side, Zhang Lin didn't know that a ranking of the top ten ancient tomb ghosts had caused such a huge reaction.

Helplessly, he had to say, "Indeed, I know what is in this coffin."

"Actually, everyone is very familiar with it; our connection also started because of it!"

Upon hearing this, someone was immediately shaken and blurted out.

"Oh my god, it's a Blood Corpse!"

These words also made the venue instantly noisy.

Blood Corpse?!

Wasn't the Blood Corpse in Biaoziling, Old Changsha?

How did it run to the Lu region, thousands of miles away?

Could it be that this thing is mass-produced?

With a pile of questions from the audience, Zhang Lin continued, "Let's not mention the situation of the Blood Corpse in Biaoziling for now."

"But I can say a few words about this ancient tomb that the archaeological team found based on the Warring States silk book rubbings."

"That thing in the coffin is indeed a Blood Corpse, if ranked according to the top ten ghosts."