A master of comedy!

Chapter 15 Returning Home
Inside the sedan chair, Zhou Sheng sat upright with his eyes tightly closed.

It wasn't that she didn't want to open her eyes to see the other person, but that the mere glimpse she had just caught had already caused her eyes to ache from the blood-red divine light.

Mortals cannot look directly at the gods; at best, they will go blind, at worst, they will die.

Zhou Sheng had Taoist skills and had practiced eye techniques since childhood, which prevented him from going blind. However, if he stared at things for too long, even if he didn't go blind, his eyesight would still be damaged.

Of course, if he had opened his wisdom eye now, he would be able to see the fierce-looking man in front of him clearly.

However, the dire situation did not give him that opportunity.

"If the venerable gods feel it is deception, then it is deception. But I wonder what they would think if they met the judge of the underworld and paid homage to Yama?"

Zhou Sheng was not fearless; in fact, he was afraid, but he also knew that fear would not solve the problem.

The more assertive and composed you are at this moment, the better you can turn danger into safety.

Since the other party is wary of the laws of the underworld, he will stick to this point and not let go, showing a tough stance that "you can kill me, but even if I go to the Yellow Springs and meet the judge Yama, I will still file a complaint against you!"

Moreover, that faint fragrance must be the so-called fragrance of the red spider lily.

The other party was definitely involved in Shen Jinhua's case, and is even very likely the mastermind behind it!

Zhou Sheng didn't believe that if he met Yama, the King of Hell, he would really not feel guilty at all.
"Young man, you have great courage. It's rare to see such a tough guy... a master of occult arts."

A moment later, a soft laugh rang out, followed by the dissipation of the terrifying pressure, and the gloomy wind left the sedan chair.

"Your blood is delicious; I've memorized its flavor."

"Hurry up and finish your apprenticeship, I can't wait to hear you...sing opera."

……

call!
As the eerie wind receded, the terrifying malevolent aura and oppressive force completely vanished, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Zhou Sheng's tense body suddenly collapsed, and drops of sweat slid down his cheeks, accompanied by a hint of blood.

A small, bloody gash appeared on his face, but he could feel a chilling aura seeping into his flesh.

We survived!
Zhou Sheng loosened his grip on the gavel, and his pale fingertips gradually regained their color.

"Young Master Zhou, why did you have to talk back to that wicked star just now?"

"Yeah, I was so scared my head almost fell off..."

A ghostly messenger picked up a head from the ground and pressed it against his neck, still looking terrified.

There was a hint of resentment in their voices, feeling that Zhou Sheng was too arrogant, and what was the point of getting out of the sedan chair, bowing and apologizing?
Ignorance is no excuse, so Zhou Sheng didn't blame them; he just smiled and remained silent.

The sedan chair continued on its way, and after a while, when the ghost messengers had finished complaining, he finally asked, "Brothers, may I ask who that person who just passed by was?"

"Um... to be honest, we don't know either."

The ghost messengers coughed and continued, "That person's divine radiance is too dazzling, and his evil aura is too heavy. We don't even dare to look up, and even if we did, we couldn't see him clearly."

"But who cares who he is? Although he didn't bring any entourage, his magical power and imposing presence make him an absolute big shot even in the underworld!"

"We should just kneel..."

Zhou Sheng nodded and remained silent.

The promise of a year was still fresh in his mind, but reality immediately poured cold water on him.

This world is truly dangerous. Even the gods of the underworld seem to harbor hidden dangers. Dealing with ghosts and gods is indeed like walking on thin ice at every step.

The pride that had arisen from his sudden increase in cultivation vanished instantly, and Zhou Sheng resolved to cultivate even more diligently!
He focused his mind and continued to practice his eye skills.

About half an hour later, Zhou Sheng suddenly heard a rooster crow.

The rooster sings and the world is white!

Hearing the rooster crow, Zhou Sheng knew he had returned to the mortal realm; this was definitely not the path between the living and the dead. Sure enough, the sedan chair landed again, but this time it landed lightly and silently, exceptionally smoothly.

“Young Master Zhou, we are about to reach the border of Qinggu County. It’s getting light, so we can’t stay any longer. We’ll have to trouble you to walk a little further.”

Zhou Sheng picked up his opera trunk, lifted the curtain, and stepped out of the sedan chair.

Familiar scenery came into view: the low houses in the distance, the locust grove, the pear blossom river, and the dwarf mountain—all places he frequented since childhood.

Although he already knew about the wonders of the Yin-Yang Road, he was still inevitably surprised after actually experiencing it.

We covered more than 600 li of mountain road before dawn.

Keep in mind that it was already late at night when he set off from Yangcheng, and by the time calculated, he had only been traveling for a little over an hour. This was after he encountered that fierce god on the way, which delayed him considerably.

"Thank you for your hard work. Please leave your names and hometowns so I can burn more paper money for you to express my gratitude."

"Haha, no problem, no problem!"

The ghost messengers exchanged glances, looking quite excited, and their gazes towards Zhou Sheng became even more affectionate.

Although this young man is a bit arrogant, he knows how to get along with people.

After leaving their names and hometowns, they lifted the sedan chair and walked backwards, quickly disappearing into a hazy mist.

Zhou Sheng observed carefully but could not find the entrance to the Yin-Yang Road. The surrounding area was beautiful with clear water and lush mountains, and apart from a mountain path, there were no other roads.

Without further delay, he quickly headed towards Qinggu County.

Although the opera box was heavy, Zhou Sheng, who had taken the mica medicine, seemed to have the wind under his feet and was as fast as lightning. In addition, it was just dawn and there were hardly any people in sight, so he ran freely.

Crossing rivers and bridges, walking through streets and alleys, he was like a gust of wind, often leaping three or four zhang with a light touch of his toes.

Even after he leaped over, several stray cats licking their fur in the corner suddenly realized what was happening and their fur stood on end.

Boom boom boom!
Upon seeing the familiar courtyard, Zhou Sheng subconsciously smiled and reached out to knock on the door.

"Master, I'm back!"

Boom boom boom!
He knocked a few more times, but no one answered the door.

Zhou Sheng frowned slightly.

Although the master no longer performs yin opera, the things ingrained in his bones remain. He never stays in bed long and sleeps very lightly, waking up immediately at the slightest sound.

The master said that this was an old ailment left over from years of performing yin operas. He dared not sleep too deeply, for fear that he might never wake up again if he was not careful.

Has something happened to Master?
Upon realizing this, Zhou Sheng was suddenly startled. He opened his opera box, took out his eighteen-foot spear, and gracefully leaped over the wall, landing silently.

It was still dusk, and the surroundings were quiet and deserted. A cool breeze blew in from time to time, making the willow trees in the courtyard rustle.

Zhou Sheng caught a faint smell of blood, which cast a shadow over his heart.

In the southeast corner of the courtyard, the goldfish that Master kept in the water tank all year round was also jumping around restlessly, occasionally bumping against the tank wall.

He adjusted his body, making his breathing even softer, and moved with the lightness of a cat, slowly approaching the main hall in the center.

That was Master's room. Through the paper window, you could vaguely see a figure.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he noticed scattered chicken feathers on the ground and beads of blood everywhere.

Picking up a drop of blood with my fingers, it was still warm, sticky to the touch, and had a strong fishy and muttony smell, along with a faint metallic rusty odor.

This must be rooster blood!

He focused his gaze and peered into the room through the cracks in the doors and windows, but the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Because he saw a scarlet pupil.

The other person... was also looking at him!
(End of this chapter)