71: Chapter 71: The ventriloquism left all the female celebrities in the car dumbfounded!

Lin Chen held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Speak, I'm listening."

"Let's chat a bit. There's not even a ghost of a shadow on this road. If I keep driving like this, my eyelids are going to start fighting each other, and I'll definitely end up in a car accident."

Lin Chen chuckled softly. "What about Xiaoyueyue? He's sitting in the passenger seat; have him switch with you for a while."

Lei Jiayin grumbled irritably into the walkie-talkie. "I was just too naive; I actually counted on that fat guy. He's sleeping like a dead pig right now, drool all over his neck, and his snoring is louder than my car's engine."

"I spoke loudly on purpose just now, but he didn't even make a peep. There's no waking him up."

Lin Chen replied, "Alright then, what do you want to chat about?"

Although Lin Chen was still energetic, staring at the monotonous road the whole way was indeed a bit boring.

Long-distance driving is like that; if there's someone in the car to keep chatting with, it helps keep your energy up.

If you drive silently by yourself, even if your body isn't tired, your brain will go numb.

"Anything is fine. How about this, Teacher Lin, why don't you belt out a tune and sing something for your brother to help me perk up?"

"Don't you think it's a bit perverted for a grown man to beg another grown man to sing for him on a walkie-talkie early in the morning?"

Lei Jiayin couldn't hold back his amusement on the other end of the line and laughed out loud. "I hadn't thought about it that way initially, but now that you mention it, damn, I'm actually getting goosebumps."

Lin Chen hung the walkie-talkie back in its place and took out the dedicated mobile phone provided by the Production Team. "Alright, stop struggling with that walkie-talkie. Just call my cell directly and put it on speakerphone so your hand doesn't get tired."

The two phones connected quickly, and both pressed the speakerphone button.

Lin Chen cleared his throat. His Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation circulated slightly, which not only regulated his breathing but also allowed him to control his vocal cord muscles at will.

He deliberately lowered his voice and spoke slowly in an aged, deep accent:

"Tomb raiding is not like inviting guests to dinner, not like sightseeing, not like writing essays, not like painting or embroidery. It cannot be that elegant, that unhurried, that refined..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Lei Jiayin's shocked, off-key voice suddenly exploded from the phone. "Damn, who is that talking? Lin Chen, when did an old man appear in your car? Don't scare me!"

Lin Chen returned to his normal voice and laughed. "It's just me. Ventriloquism, voice imitation. Do you know your stuff or not, Brother Lei?"

"Really? Don't try to fool me. Can this sound actually come from one person?"

Lin Chen decided to be mischievous and mimicked Lei Jiayin's signature chatty tone. "Hello everyone, I'm Lei Jiayin, and I'm a total pervert!"

With that, there was complete silence on the other end of the phone. After a full five seconds, Lei Jiayin's shocked shout, as if he had seen a ghost, came through.

Lei Jiayin's harsh, grating voice woke up all the guests who were sleeping soundly in both cars.

Song Dandan in the car next to them was still rubbing her sleepy eyes, asking puzzledly, "What's going on? Leizi, did you dig up a landmine in the middle of the day?"

"Sister Dandan, this kid Lin Chen knows magic! He knows Ventriloquism, he can mimic people exactly!"

"Huh?"

Guli Nazha in the front seat, and Tong Liya and Liu Shishi in the back, were now completely wide awake.

The three beauties all had their sexy little mouths slightly open, their beautiful eyes staring fixedly at Lin Chen's profile, their pretty faces filled with disbelief.

Other netizens were just listening to the fun in the livestream, but the three of them were sitting in the same enclosed car as Lin Chen. Not only could they hear it clearly, but they could also see exactly how Lin Chen's lips moved.

The old man's voice from just a moment ago, as well as Lei Jiayin's voice, had indeed come out of Lin Chen's handsome mouth.

"Teacher Lin, this is too unfair. You even know this unique skill? Are you planning to sabotage our Deyun Society and steal our jobs?"

Xiaoyueyue's signature cheeky voice also came through the speakerphone, filled with unspeakable shock.

Lei Jiayin interjected, "Hey, Yueyue, does this Ventriloquism count as a craft in your Crosstalk profession?"

Xiaoyueyue sighed and explained, "Not entirely. Our Crosstalk emphasizes 'Speaking, Mimicking, Teasing, and Singing.' The 'Mimicking' technique does indeed include imitation."

"But what we do is at best called vocal imitation, mimicking the general idea. A true master of folk Ventriloquism can perform an entire play with one mouth, mimicking the sounds of everything in the world. What Teacher Lin just showed is definitely at the level of being gifted by the ancestors."

Song Dandan also remarked with emotion, "When I was young and in the art troupe, I saw old artists who specialized in performing Ventriloquism. They could imitate an entire band by themselves, and even the sounds of various birds in the mountains. It was truly miraculous."

"I really didn't expect that Teacher Lin, at such a young age, would have this ability. It's such a pleasant surprise."

"Lin Chen, how many more things are you hiding from us?"

Guli Nazha turned her body completely, her long, beautiful legs shifting restlessly on the seat, and her autumn-water-like eyes were almost overflowing with little stars of admiration.

Lin Chen continued to hold the steering wheel steadily, his expression calm. "There's plenty more. However, I can't tell you right now."

Guli Nazha glared at him coquettishly, pouted her little mouth, and rested her chin on her jade-like hands, staring straight at Lin Chen's profile.

The more she looked, the more she felt that this man was shrouded in mystery, which made her heart itch with curiosity.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, imitate another animal, I want to hear it!" Song Zuer's sweet, coquettish voice came from the phone again.

Lin Chen refused decisively. "Not doing it."

"Oh, why?"

"It's tiring, I don't want to move my mouth."

"Good brother, just do one more, I beg you."

Song Zuer brought out her best trick; her voice was so sweet and coquettish that it made one's bones feel like they were melting.

After all, she was a young and pretty girl; the average man simply couldn't handle that kind of coquettish tone.

Of course, that was only for Lei Jiayin and the others on the other end of the phone.

Sitting in Lin Chen's car, Guli Nazha, Tong Liya, and Liu Shishi all rolled their eyes in perfect unison, a cold snort hanging on their lips. The sour, annoyed feeling in their hearts was indescribably uncomfortable.

"Alright, alright, let's just listen to the story. Didn't Teacher Lin promise to tell me a story just now?" Lei Jiayin tried to smooth things over on the phone.

Song Zuer quickly followed up. "Story? What story?"

"It's called 'ghost blows out the light'. Teacher Lin, hurry up, don't leave us hanging, keep going!"

This time, Lin Chen didn't play hard to get. Since long-distance driving was boring anyway, he simply held the steering wheel with one hand and began to narrate slowly into the speakerphone:

"All these bizarre events must begin with the remnant scroll left by my grandfather—'The Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique'..."

"My grandfather's name was Hu Guohua. Back then, the Hu family was one of the top landlords in the surrounding ten miles and eight villages. At their peak, they bought three hutongs in the city all at once, along with over forty large mansions..."

Lin Chen's voice was deep, his pace neither fast nor slow, and his sense of rhythm was excellent, just like an old storyteller who had been performing in a teahouse for decades.

As the story unfolded, the noise on both ends of the phone gradually faded away, and everyone was listening intently.

Unknowingly, even the lively comments in Lin Chen's personal livestream channel eerily slowed down.

Countless netizens who were staying up late or had just entered the livestream all held their breath involuntarily.