Shao He pulled Pei Huaian to sit down, where the storyteller in front was so animated, making Shao He and Pei Huaian seem somewhat out of place.
"Today, we are going to talk about the ruthless bandits on Daliang Mountain five years ago, whose leader was incredibly brazen,"
said the storyteller, putting down the folding fan in his hand, pouring a cup of tea, and continued slowly: "Those beasts, to save their own skins, would even sell out their own mothers; they completely lost their human decency,"
"They killed, set fires, even sparing not the young children, and the young and beautiful women, they were even more brutally taken to the mountains and tortured to death."
The old man on the stage spewed saliva as he spoke with passion and animation, as if he had witnessed the scene himself, stirring hatred in the hearts of the people listening below, a hatred that penetrated to the bone for the bandits.
