A master of comedy!

Chapter 79 Zhuge's Divine Calculation
Under the moonlight, the figures are lonely.

Outside a grand mansion, two figures were secretly observing.

"This is the General's Mansion. Even when the General is not here, it is heavily guarded and patrolled by underworld officials. Anyone found to have trespassed will be killed without exception!"

Yao Taifeng said with some concern, "Boss Long, shouldn't you reconsider?"

Zhou Sheng glanced deeply at the mansion not far away. His eyes were sharp and discerning, and he could already see the Yin soldiers guarding the gate, all carrying guns and swords, exuding a murderous aura.

They were definitely the elite of the ghost soldiers.

Moreover, he vaguely saw that there were hidden sharp edges in some dark places, and arrow feathers in the moonlight looked like white frost.

He was a sharpshooter among the ghost soldiers, and also a secret sentry guarding the general's mansion.

With a guard every five steps and a sentry every ten steps, alternating between overt and covert positions, and arrayed in all directions, this arrangement subtly reveals the art of warfare, demonstrating that the soaring general was indeed an expert in commanding troops.

The entire mansion was like a ferocious beast lurking in the night, its jaws wide open, waiting for its prey to arrive.

A sinister, cold, and terrifying sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

Without the Luo Shu, Zhou Sheng would definitely turn around and leave without taking any risks, but now he wants to give it a try.

He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming exceptionally resolute. Just as he was about to take a step forward, a cool, delicate hand grasped his wrist.

He turned his head and his bright phoenix eyes met hers.

"I'll go with you."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback and was about to refuse when he heard her voice again.

"It was my fault that you were a step too late and missed the opportunity. Since that's the case, then I'll help you get it back."

"Boss Feng, infiltration isn't just about having a lot of people—"

"twelve."

Yao Taifeng suddenly said a number, which puzzled Zhou Sheng.

"If you're going to make a move, you must kill the Yin soldiers and escape within twelve breaths, otherwise other Yin soldiers will arrive to provide support, as they have some kind of connection with each other."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback, then looked at her intently.

"Over the years, the ghost soldiers in the city, under the leadership of the Great General, have become increasingly rampant and domineering. Even our Juxianlou has suffered a lot of trouble and had a lot of money embezzled from us."

"I have considered taking action secretly, but I have too many concerns and have not yet put it into practice. But rest assured, this information is absolutely reliable."

"So you'd better take me with you. If we are discovered, we'll have a better chance of breaking out quickly if we work together."

Her voice was calm, clear, and articulate, leaving Zhou Sheng seemingly unable to refute her.

Most importantly, Zhou Sheng didn't see a trace of fear or apprehension in her eyes; instead, he saw an irrepressible...excitement?
It's like being a good student for years, and finally having to secretly do something bad.

There was a strange look in Zhou Sheng's eyes, but he still nodded and said, "Okay, but you have to stick close to me and obey my orders. Don't do anything on your own."

She smiled slightly, made a fist-and-palm gesture, and softly recited her lines.

"The strategist's orders are as firm as mountains; how could Zilong dare to be negligent or delay?"

It was the lyrics from the opera "Changbanpo" that caught Zhou Sheng's eye and stirred his heroic spirit.

Today, he will play the role of Zhuge Liang, a man of brilliant strategies!
……

"follow me."

Zhou Sheng led Yao Taifeng around the General's Mansion. Under the moonlight, his eyes were exceptionally deep, as if he were observing the stars and calculating the mysteries of the night.

Yao Taifeng followed him through a maze of twists and turns, and somehow they ended up in front of a long-sealed side door.

Zhou Sheng, surprisingly, tapped on a certain blue brick on the wall with practiced ease, then removed the loose brick and took out a key.

With a crisp click, the door lock opened.

"Is there someone patrolling behind the door?"

Yao Taifeng was about to offer a reminder when she saw Zhou Sheng push open the side door, revealing a dilapidated courtyard filled with fallen leaves and overgrown weeds, with no patrolling soldiers in sight.

"Follow me."

Immediately afterward, Zhou Sheng led her forward quickly, almost without stopping. Gradually, Yao Taifeng discovered something incredible, and she stared at Zhou Sheng's back for a long time, unable to calm down.

Because she discovered that every step Zhou Sheng took seemed to be stepping on loopholes in the General's Mansion's patrol system.

He always managed to slip through the gaps in the ghostly soldiers' patrols, as if he knew everything about the defenses here.

Several times she suddenly stopped, thinking she had been discovered, only to see maids and servants passing by in front of her.

On one occasion, they had just turned a corner when a patrol of ghostly soldiers walked past them.

Trapped in a tiger's den or a dragon's pool, yet feeling as if strolling in a leisurely garden.

Her eyes frequently sparkled with a strange light, and the anxiety that had been hanging over her slowly subsided. She felt a strange sense of security having him by her side, even in the perilous General's Mansion.

After walking for a while, Zhou Sheng stopped again, pointed to the warehouse not far away, and whispered, "We're here. The five-colored mica is inside."

Yao Taifeng frowned slightly as she looked at the six iron locks on the warehouse and the Yin soldiers guarding the door.

"It seems we have no choice but to take action this time."

She reached for the soft sword at her waist, but Zhou Sheng stopped her.

"Zilong, don't be anxious, stay calm, I have a surprise force to help you."

At this moment, Zhou Sheng had a mysterious smile on his face, as if all he needed was a feather fan to play the role of Zhuge Liang.

Yao Tai Feng continued to wait, and before long, a man actually arrived. He was heavily pregnant and seemed to be the steward.

The soldiers at the gate treated him with great respect.

"The General is about to return to his residence. According to past custom, we should drink wine to celebrate. I've come to fetch a jar of Snake Shadow wine."

After saying that, he took out his keys and unlocked the locks one by one, then went into the storeroom, and soon came out carrying a jar of wine.

"You all must keep a close watch and not let your guard down, especially regarding that five-colored treasure. It is intended by the General to be used to celebrate the city lord's birthday. If anything goes wrong, you know how ruthless the General is!"

After issuing a warning, the butler locked the door and left again, unaware that two figures had quietly followed him.

A moment later, Zhou Sheng walked out with the key and appeared openly with Yao Taifeng in front of the two ghostly guards.

"Stop, you are—"

"Password: When will spring arrive with the Big Dipper? Seven Killings illuminate the iron armor."

As soon as Zhou Sheng said those words, the two ghostly soldiers on duty instantly lowered their guard, though a hint of suspicion remained in their eyes.

The password to the general's mansion changes every night. If you can recite the password, it means you are one of our own in the army. But in that moment when they relax their guard, a cold and murderous voice suddenly rang out.

"Do it."

With a clang, the soft sword, like a pool of autumn water, moved swiftly under the moonlight, coiling around the neck of the Yin soldier on the left like a serpent, and with a soft slicing sound, severed his head.

Her swordsmanship was light and agile, like a silver snake under the moon.

A large amount of yin energy dissipated, causing her sky-blue skirt to flutter in the wind, and the ribbon around her waist to sway. The eyes beneath the phoenix mask shone with an eerie brightness.

Compared to her, Zhou Sheng was much more brutal. He first used his thunderous glare to intimidate her, and then pressed down on the Yin soldier's head.

With a sudden press of his hands, his blood and qi surged like a roar, and he forcefully crushed the head with divine power, causing it to dissipate into yin energy.

Without any hesitation, he immediately unlocked the door and pushed it open.

What came into view were piles of miscellaneous items: fine wine, armor, weapons, and the pelts of various wild beasts...

The dazzling array of goods is overwhelming.

"We only have twelve breaths left. If we can't find them, we'd better hurry—"

Yao Taifeng's slightly anxious voice stopped abruptly, because while she was speaking, Zhou Sheng had already skillfully taken out a yellow box hidden in a corner compartment from the clutter in the room.

"Let's go, we've already got it."

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(End of this chapter)