My name is Wang Xiaole, and I am a time traveler. Others brought peerless martial arts or system shopping malls with them when they traveled through time, but I only brought a copy of "A Complete Collection of Children's Bedtime Stories".
In this fictional ancient time where ghosts and monsters are rampant and natural disasters are constant, I became a boy at Ping'an Inn. I thought I would have to live cautiously until that day——
The bandit leader of Heifeng Village slapped the table and asked me to tell him a bedtime story. I opened the storybook and read "The Three Little Pigs".
Then, the phantom of the big bad wolf jumped out of the book and bit the bandit's knife into knots.
Since then, my weird inn has opened.
The gangsters would come to listen to "Little Red Riding Hood" every night, and my green tea cousin cried and asked me to tell "The Ugly Duckling" - but she really turned into a duck. The white-eyed scholar I saved now squats at the door of the inn every day, begging me to read the sequel to "The Farmer and the Snake".
Natural disaster? Man-made disaster? I looked at the room full of monsters and monsters listening to stories and smiled professionally.
"Sir, what story would you like to hear tonight?"
"However, please note that no returns will be made after hearing stories about our store."
