Chapter 269 - The Boatman Eighth Brother
Sikong Yan’s smile grew colder.
"Bu Suanzi, it seems like you don't want to live anymore."
As soon as Sikong Yan spoke up, Sand Scourer Fu Yiran slammed the table and stood up. With a shake, he tore the cloth covering his weapon aside. By the time the cloth bag landed, the Heaven-and-Earth Sun-and-Moon Blade was already in his hands.
The storyteller took a step back, waving his hands dismissively. "Fine, fine, I won’t look. No need to pull out the weapons just because of some idle curiosity. Old Fu, aren’t you being a little too loyal for your age, you old dog?"
As he spoke, Bu Suanzi pulled a cylindrical bundle of sheepskin from his robe and slowly unrolled it on the table, revealing its contents.
Once unrolled, the sheepskin revealed three short arrows of different colors, red, blue, and green, each fitted with gunpowder on the shaft.
The storyteller picked the green arrow, smiled at Sikong Yan and Fu Yiran, struck a flint to light the fuse, and tossed it into the air. The arrow let out a sharp whistle as it soared upward before exploding into a brilliant green firework.
After finishing, the storyteller rolled up the sheepskin, tucked it back into his robe, and clapped his hands. "Alright, just wait here. Someone should be along shortly." With that, he returned to the awning, sat down, and began to doze off.
Fu Yiran glanced at Sikong Yan, who nodded and said, "Let’s wait by the shore. It shouldn’t take long."
The two strolled toward the shore. Before long, they saw a small sailboat drifting toward them in the distance. It was a modest vessel that could seat no more than five people. A boatman wearing a bamboo hat sat at the bow of the boat.
The boatman spotted them from afar and quickened his pace toward the shore.