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Chapter 180 - 162: Initial Effects of the Divine Doctor, Old Guo Faces Calamity (Request for Subscription)

Chapter 180: Chapter 162: Initial Effects of the Divine Doctor, Old Guo Faces Calamity (Request for Subscription)

Old Guo left.

He was sent away.

He was confusedly stuffed into a sack to arrive, and confusedly stuffed into a sack to be sent away.

He only felt like he had experienced a bizarre dream.

In the dream, his body felt like it was leaking, and someone seemed to be writing on his body. He vaguely heard phrases like "My skin tone isn’t even," "I also want to remove that mole inside," "Come inside the room with me," "Let’s experiment on Old Guo first," and other nonsensical words.

After that, Old Guo suddenly woke up and found himself lying on a street, surrounded by a crowd of old ladies and men.

Is this Small Spring Town?

These people were looking at him, pointing and discussing.

Old Guo, out of habit, reached for his leg and was surprised to find it unbroken.

But the next moment, he was so scared he almost jumped.

The reason was that his pants were reduced to just the lower part of his underpants, and his thighs were filled with the character "正".

No, not just the thighs, but even his belly.

These "正" characters seemed like scars, deeply inscribed in flesh and blood, yet they didn’t feel very painful.

"What is this obsession with engraving the character ’正’?"

"I heard some masters have done this before, liking to mark people’s bodies."

"But aren’t these marks a bit too excessive?"

"Wait, isn’t this person the storyteller Old Guo?"

...

Upon hearing someone recognize him, Old Guo quickly covered his thighs with both hands and ran out.

As he ran, the mocking from the crowd grew even louder.

The key issue was the excessive amount of "正" characters on his legs, which he couldn’t hide at all, coupled with his ultra-short pants and belly-showing outfit, attracting lots of attention.

"Do storytellers even need to do such things?"

"Some powerful and influential patrons have quite strange fetishes."

...

Old Guo, with legs full of "正" characters, rushed back home in his short pants and quickly changed into new clothes, covering himself up tightly.

He remembered being covered by the sack in the morning, and now it was already afternoon.

He had intended to make his listeners wait anxiously, and indeed they had waited long enough.

At that moment, Old Guo’s wife heard the noise and came over.

Seeing Old Guo sorting his clothes, she couldn’t help but express her frustration: "The boss has been to our house looking for you a few times, where did you run off to?"

"I have no idea." Old Guo said nervously.

The events of today were too bizarre; even Old Guo himself couldn’t understand what exactly happened, where he had been, and his head felt heavy as if he had traveled to some terrifying realm.

But as a Bloodthirsty Storyteller, how could he not tell stories?

Having prepared himself, Old Guo planned to continue storytelling.

Since he hadn’t lost his legs, why not continue telling stories?

Today’s incident must have been the work of Old Demon Duan’s followers, trying to scare me, Old Guo?

No way!

Old Guo had been a Bloodthirsty Storyteller not just for a day or two.

Suddenly, his desire to tell stories surged again, and he quickly got ready and left.

Old Guo returned to the teahouse; the owner initially wanted to scold him, but upon seeing him, he calmed down significantly without even hearing an explanation, and even looked concerned as he advised him to prepare for possibly getting hit.

After all, his loyal audience had been waiting from morning until afternoon.

Old Guo checked his attire and looked in the mirror, making sure no "正" characters were visible.

But he always felt that both his wife and the teahouse owner looked at him rather strangely.

He didn’t know what was odd about it.

Even bearing the "正" character, Old Guo still energetically continued his storytelling, and although someone cursed and attempted to hit him during the session, as soon as Old Guo started his story, everyone got deeply engrossed again.

Meanwhile, in Yuzhu Villa.

Feng Ling’er came out of Duan Yun’s room and was met with the unfriendly eyes of Shen Ying and the Murong brothers.

Feng Ling’er couldn’t help but say, "Why are you all looking at me? I just asked Little Duan to remove a mole for me."

Shen Ying retorted, "How ugly must the mole on the inside of your thigh be, that you’re so anxious to have him remove it?"

Murong brothers turned pale and said, "Exactly, our body and skin are gifts from our parents, sister, small moles don’t affect beauty, don’t bother Doctor Duan unnecessarily."

"Besides, men and women should be distinguished."

He added another sentence.

Feng Ling’er didn’t care at all and said, "What are you guys so anxious about regarding me and Little Duan Divine Doctor? I might think it over and see if I also need to remove the mole on my butt."

Shen Ying turned green and said, "Butt? You dare with your butt?"

Murong, with a frightened look, said, "Sister, please don’t do this. Really, don’t do this."

Feng Ling’er sneered and said, "Why shouldn’t I? I want Little Duan Divine Doctor to make me flawless, and it’s not like I haven’t paid."

Murong scolded, "If you mess around, I won’t agree, I’ll tell Father!"

Feng Ling’er disdainfully glanced at Murong and said, "Let’s not even mention why Old Man Murong and you, the only son of the Murong Family, should have any say over me. At your age, still thinking about tattling, Murong, I really used to think highly of you."

While speaking, she emphasized the word "only son" to highlight the irresponsibility of the Murong Family Head.

"I..."

Before Murong could finish, Feng Ling’er had already mimicked Shen Ying’s manner from the other day, walking away with a graceful lotus step.

It was as if missing a mole on the inner thigh made her seem even more womanly.

Shen Ying glanced at Murong and grumbled, "You’re really useless, can’t even manage a sister."

Murong felt extremely bitter inside, reflecting on his recent image.

Even more bitter!

His half-sister from the same father, once hating him enough to want to kill him, now no longer seeks his death but despises him. He cares about her, but she won’t listen and he can only bring up their father.

As a result, both father and son are belittled.

To think that I, Murong, am considered the most handsome and debonair figure in three generations of the Murong Family, yet to be looked down on like this.

"Old Demon Duan, I order you to remove all scars from my body immediately!"

"Not a single one left!"

...

After Old Guo finished storytelling, night had fallen.

Perhaps because he had suddenly disappeared for half a day, it stimulated the audience who really seemed voracious today, continuously asking for more sessions.

And his tip money had more than doubled.

Such is the charm of storytelling.

The sense of achievement in storytelling surged, giving Old Guo a feeling of floating on cloud nine.

Trying to mess with me, yet I, Old Guo, turned misfortune into a blessing!

His storytelling career progressed even further.

Old Guo was in high spirits, bought some roasted meats and rice wine, planning to have them as a midnight snack.

Having been scared today, he nonetheless reaped more, worth celebrating with good food and drink.

However, when he turned into an alley, he was suddenly grabbed.

"What are you doing?" Old Guo said in panic.

"You, a storyteller, with such tender skin and sparkling eyes, who are you trying to seduce up there?"

One of the men said grimly.

Old Guo was suddenly shocked and said, "What are you trying to do?"

At that moment, someone was already removing his clothes.

"What do you think?" the man retorted.

"I’m at a ripe age."

Old Guo broke out in a cold sweat and said in panic.

At this moment, he realized what was odd about him. Apart from the word "righteous" on his body, his appearance hadn’t changed much, but in fact, it had become softer.

Fine skin and tender flesh, this person claimed he had fine skin and tender flesh, a middle-aged male storyteller who, except for the "righteous" word on his body, had actually become softer.

"Brother, his legs are also full of words," said a younger man, pulling down his pants.

"This creature! Still pretending to be decent!"

"No, don’t!"

"Ah!"

In the alley at night, Old Guo’s screams could be heard.

These screams bore a resemblance to those from a broken leg before, yet they were slightly different.

The next day, Old Guo didn’t come to tell stories.

The teahouse owner rushed to find him, only to see Old Guo lying on the bed, weakly saying, "Shopkeeper, I really can’t do it today."

"What happened?" the teahouse owner asked concernedly.

"It hurts, my butt hurts."

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