A master of comedy!

Chapter 80 Chewing Dragon
"So... we found it?"

At this moment, Yao Tai Feng's red lips were slightly parted, and there was still some confusion in her eyes.

It didn't even take twelve breaths, less than two, before Zhou Sheng had already obtained the five-colored mica.

This is... way too fast.

"Aren't you going to open it and check it?"

"No need, we need to leave now."

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, he put the box into his pocket, and immediately turned and left, his steps seeming a few steps faster than before.

Because within the sea of ​​consciousness, the tortoise shell Luoshu, which was originally crystal clear and shimmering with light, is becoming dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His repeated use of tortoise shell divination has rapidly depleted the energy he had accumulated over the past few days.

We must leave the General's Mansion before the Luo Shu's energy is completely depleted!
Although Yao Taifeng was still in a dream, she followed closely behind, not wanting to hold Zhou Sheng back.

10, 11, 12!
As Zhou Sheng walked, he silently calculated the time in his mind. Sure enough, at the twelfth breath, ghost soldiers quickly arrived, and the entire general's mansion seemed to suddenly sound an alarm, becoming even more dangerous and chaotic.

He led Yao Taifeng quickly to the side gate they had entered through, skillfully bypassing the ghost soldiers one by one. Even in the highly guarded general's mansion, they still managed to squeeze through any gaps, dodging and weaving, and several times they brushed past the ghost soldiers through a wall.

And so, the two got closer and closer to the exit.

Just when Yao Taifeng thought she could escape safely, Zhou Sheng suddenly stopped, his expression becoming extremely serious.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and went in the opposite direction.

"what happened?"

"The General has returned to his residence."

Zhou Sheng's calm voice carried a hint of solemnity.

Luo Shu told him that if he went any further, he would encounter the general returning to his residence. Although there were several walls between them, he would still be discovered immediately and die there.

In the future, the war chariots patrolling the ghost market will likely carry one more of his head.

So, following the guidance of the Luoshu, he turned back without hesitation, trying to get as far away from the general as possible.

……

Roar!
The tiger swallowed the blood and flesh in its mouth, its fur and teeth turning scarlet, and even the tiger's eyes under the character "王" (king) seemed to be spreading with blood.

In a short while, a living person was completely devoured by it.

It followed its master into the mansion, and the ghostly soldiers and servants along the way were all terrified and avoided it, not daring to look directly at it.

Compared to that towering, majestic figure, even a fierce tiger seemed like a kitten.

His blood-red cloak fluttered wildly as the general wielded a nine-ringed broadsword about ten feet long, his golden armor gleaming like flames in the moonlight.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Why is the mansion in such chaos?

Beneath the mask of the officer, a pair of red eyes exuded an imposing aura without anger, and his voice was deep and resonant, like muffled thunder.

"Reporting to the General, the ghost soldiers guarding the warehouse have been killed, and assassins have infiltrated the manor. We are currently pursuing them, so please be extremely careful!"

"assassin?"

The eyes beneath the mask suddenly flickered, showing not anger, but rather a hint of surprise and amusement.

It seemed as if he had suddenly become interested.

He lowered his eyes to look at the tiger at his feet, his crimson pupils suddenly bulging, his murderous aura like a furnace, causing the surrounding winds to howl and black mist to fill the sky, even forcing the guards around him to take several steps back.

"Che Long, you're probably still hungry. A mouse has gotten into the house. Go catch it, and I'll let you eat your fill."

The general gently stroked the tiger's forehead and uttered its name—Chewing Dragon.

The next moment, the tiger shook off the blood droplets from its fur, let out a deafening roar, and with saliva mixed with blood still dripping from its mouth, it took a deep sniff and then ran off in a certain direction, disappearing in just a few leaps.

The general continued forward, saying calmly, "It's been far too long since I've encountered such a courageous enemy."

“To dare to break into my residence and commit violence, interesting. You’re quite a brave man.”

Beneath the mask, he licked his chapped lips, a bloodthirsty crimson glint flashing in his eyes. "The blood of a warrior... is stronger than fine wine."

……

"Come on!"

Zhou Sheng grabbed Yao Taifeng's hand and used the Bagua Step, his figure flashing in eight directions, leaving behind almost a series of afterimages.

He could almost hear the roar of a tiger and smell the pungent, bloody stench of a man-eating tiger, stronger than the smell of alcohol.

Luo Shu told him that the ferocious tiger, which was almost a demon, was coming to kill him, and it could smell the unfamiliar atmosphere in the house.

Once caught up, Zhou Sheng and Yao Tai Feng might be able to kill the tiger if they joined forces, but if they were delayed, they would be surrounded by a tidal wave of Yin soldiers, and then they would have no way to escape.

Fortunately, the Luoshu (a mythical tree) showed him another way out.

Riding the east wind, moving like a ghost, he arrived in a quiet courtyard of pine and bamboo in no time, with three elegant characters on the plaque above the door.

Tingfeng Pavilion.

Although the general's mansion was under heavy martial law, this quiet little courtyard seemed to be quite unique, with very few ghost soldiers venturing there.

It was as if the owner of this courtyard held a special position within the General's Mansion.

The lifeline that Luo Shu revealed lies within this Listening Wind Pavilion.

"Ding-ding-ling-ling-"

A gentle breeze blew by, but instead of the wind chimes under the eaves, it rang out a clear and ethereal melody of a zither.

Like jade falling into a cold pool, like a temple bell in a snowy night, each note is like a glass cup gently touching, floating and swirling around the ear before drifting away into the clouds.

The music seemed to possess a mysterious power that could influence people's hearts, and even Zhou Sheng, who was under great tension, calmed down after hearing it.

I felt as if the universe were but a feather, and the mortal world was but a fleeting illusion.

His mind entered a deep state of peace, and in this wondrous state, flashes of wisdom seemed to pass through his mind.

Many of the challenges in traditional opera, as well as the difficulties encountered during practice, things that were usually hard to understand, are now suddenly sparking a surge of inspiration.

"That music—"

A ripple appeared in Yaotai's phoenix eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but a tiger's roar suddenly rang out behind her.

Roar! !

The tiger's roar echoed through the mountains, its domineering and ferocious aura instantly disrupting the rhythm of the zither music.

The tiger behind them was already chasing after them!
Just then, the sound of the zither changed, transforming from the crisp sound of an orchid in a secluded valley into a quiet and deep bass.

The initial note is like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, and the lingering vibration at the end of the string produces a long, rustling sound, like a mother gently rocking a cradle.

In an instant, a strong drowsiness rose up, making Zhou Sheng's eyelids droop. When he turned around, Yao Tai Feng was already leaning against him, her phoenix eyes slightly closed, her body soft and boneless, as if she were drunk.

This music is hypnotic!

Zhou Sheng bit his tongue, channeling his magical power to forcefully resist the zither music that reached his ears. At the same time, he saw the tiger chasing behind him also dozing off, its eyelids opening and closing repeatedly.

Yao Taifeng was the first to give in and finally collapsed into his arms. Her mask was askew, revealing her flower-like red lips. Her breath was sweet as orchids as she fell into a deep sleep.

Then the tiger also collapsed, closed its eyes, and began to snore loudly, tilting its head as it drifted off to sleep.

Zhou Sheng felt he was about to collapse; his mouth was filled with the taste of blood. He bit his tongue countless times, but he only managed to move forward a dozen steps, still a door away from the room where the piano music was being played.

But just as he was about to succumb to sleepiness, the music suddenly stopped.

The door was gently opened, and a woman's voice, clearer than the sound of a zither, suddenly rang out.

"It's you?"

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