The familiar darkness before his eyes, the familiar coarse sack over his head—this time, Old Guo intended to scream as usual, only to find his mouth stuffed as usual.
With a slap, Old Guo's other leg was cleanly and neatly broken.
He fell to the ground, rolling around.
...
After purchasing wine from the tavern, Duan Yun just stepped out when he saw Shen Ying approaching.
"Why are you out here?" Duan Yun asked.
Depressed, Shen Ying said, "Don't mention it. The storyteller was only halfway through the tale when, before the second half could begin, someone broke his leg in the latrine. No more story for us."
Duan Yun feigned shock, "A storyteller got his leg broken over a story?"
"Yeah, who knows what deranged soul did it. Many suspect it was the work of a rival," Shen Ying explained.
"Then this storyteller probably won't be able to perform for a while," Duan Yun analyzed.
