Zhang Ye paused for two seconds before he began recording, “Hello, everybody. Welcome to today’s “Late-night Ghost Stories” segment… This piece of jade was given to his father by a chief in the northwestern army. Years ago, this chief had led his troops to destroy a gang of bandits. This piece of jade was worn closely by the bandit leader. Although it was a piece of jade, its shape did not look anything like it. Its shape was strange…” Zhang Ye was no longer like the stammering Zhang Ye from before. His words were buttery smooth!
Tian Bin was surprised a little. What the heck? How could he now narrate again? Oh, he must have used the break time to organize his thoughts. However, what could that little bit of time amount to? He will end up full of mistakes later!
Ten minutes!
Half an hour!
Time passed.