A master of comedy!

Chapter 14 Fierce God
After the ghost messenger finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and not a sound could be heard.

Zhou Sheng tensed up, one hand gently reaching for the opera box, while the other hand took out the gavel from his pocket.

Although there was a hint of tension in his bright eyes, it was made even sharper by the unknown fear, and his mind was highly focused, as if he had unleashed the potential hidden deepest in his heart.

Inexplicably, his intuition became sharper, like that of a hunter confronting a ferocious beast.

The magical power in the dantian was like a burning fire, flowing through the liver meridian, passing through the Governing Vessel, and rushing straight to the spiritual platform!
In an instant, he sensed a hazy, indistinct figure.

Not in front, nor behind, but in...the sky?
Looking up, an overwhelming pressure filled the air.

That terrifying aura was like a blazing, blood-red sun, roaming the sky and illuminating all directions.

Even through the sedan chair, Zhou Sheng felt breathless, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

Even Lu Bingyuan, the City God of Yangcheng, did not possess such terrifying power!

You can't do anything!

Otherwise, you will definitely die!
In an instant, Zhou Sheng abandoned his plan to fight and resolved to follow Lu Bingyuan's instructions and not get out of the sedan chair no matter what.

They hoped the other party would simply pass by and ignore them.

However, the next moment, he sensed that terrifying figure stopping directly above him, and not only that, the figure slowly descended.

The sedan chair swayed slightly.

It seemed as if the figure was stepping on the top of the sedan chair and landed on Zhou Sheng's head.

Boom!Boom!
Zhou Sheng could feel his heart beating faster and faster uncontrollably. He could only hold his breath, hoping to minimize the leakage of his living yang energy.

But the next two words shattered his expectations.

"A living person?"

The voice came from above, and it was a woman's voice, but it sounded lifeless, empty, and eerie, carrying a strange chill.

It seemed to come from the waters of the underworld, sending chills down one's spine.

"Your Majesty, who is this person—"

The ghost messenger tried to explain, trembling with fear, but was ruthlessly interrupted.

"Did I ask you?"

In an instant, even through the sedan chair, Zhou Sheng felt a terrifying aura approaching, and the ghost messenger trembled all over, no longer daring to speak.

Zhou Sheng took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and spoke up from inside the sedan chair without waiting for the other party to speak.

"My name is Zhou Sheng—"

He was interrupted again before he could finish speaking.

"A living person? Are you a spirit medium?"

"……no."

"Could it be a matchmaker from the underworld?"

"No."

"Is it the person offering incense?"

"No."

"Is he a sorcerer?"

"Yes."

"Have you completed your training?"

After a moment of silence, Zhou Sheng chose to tell the truth.

"Not yet a master."

Just now, he used the Luoshu (洛书) to perform a divination, and the result was that if what he said was even slightly false, he would die here in an instant!

"In that case, if a living person walks the path between the living and the dead, violating the laws of the underworld, they shall be killed by having their soul taken away."

"Will you do it yourself, or should I do it?"

However, after Zhou Sheng told the truth, the other party had no intention of letting him go and coldly sentenced him to death.

If it were anyone else, even a more skilled Yin-Yang Master, they would probably feel like they were in a desperate situation with no chance of survival.

But Zhou Sheng still had Luo Shu. He didn't believe that he was facing a dead end with no chance of survival!
As Luo Shu consumed most of its accumulated energy, golden flames rose up, baking the tortoise shell in the sea of ​​consciousness.

With a soft, crisp sound, eight words flooded his mind.

"It's a performance by ghosts and gods, don't get out of the sedan chair." Zhou Sheng's mind raced as he recalled the instructions given by City God Lu Bingyuan before he set off.

"As the City God, I do have the authority to send a living person on their journey between the living and the dead..."

"Remember, before we arrive, do not get out of the sedan chair or lift the curtain to look around..."

That's it!

He finally figured out where the hope lay.

The fierce-looking figure on the sedan chair was not someone I met by chance, but rather... someone who came prepared!

His purpose is very likely himself!

However, due to the order of the underworld, He could not directly kill a guest of the City God, because, as Lu Gong said, the City God himself has the power to send living people on the path between Yin and Yang.

Unless that guest of the City God... made a mistake first.

For example, deceiving ghosts and gods.

He asked the question with an air of oppression, actually hoping that He would lie, so that He would have a reason to kill.

Having figured out the key point, Zhou Sheng did not relax at all; on the contrary, he became even more tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Why would a powerful and fearsome god want to kill me?

The only thing he could think of was Shen Jinhua's case and the three words "other shore flower" mentioned by Lu Bingyuan.

Kill and silence!
Could it be that the person standing on top of the sedan chair right now is the real culprit behind the scenes, the one that even the City God Lu Gong fears?

"Don't delay. Although you haven't completed your apprenticeship yet, you do have some connection with my Underworld, which is why you have the opportunity to commit suicide. If I were to do it myself, it would be considered disobeying orders and refusing to be arrested."

"When the time comes, the underworld will judge the crime and the judge will determine the punishment. The crime will be aggravated. The taste of the eighteen levels of hell... is not pleasant."

Seeing that Zhou Sheng remained silent, He spoke again, but this time it was a threat.

Immense pressure descended; the opponent's murderous aura was far greater than even when Zhou Sheng sang the song of Marquis Huan.

"Although I have not yet completed my apprenticeship, I am traveling with the City God as my guarantor, riding in an official sedan chair, and being led by ghost messengers. I do not know what crime I have committed?"

When Zhou Sheng spoke, his voice had completely regained its composure, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Heh? You think a mere City God of Yangcheng can protect you?"

His voice carried a hint of anger, and suddenly a cold wind howled around them, causing the entire sedan chair to shake violently, like a small boat in a raging storm.

Zhou Sheng, however, remained calm and composed, like Jiang Ziya sitting on a fishing platform.

"The City God of Yang City can't protect me, but the laws of the Underworld can!"

"Your Excellency... is a deity of the underworld. If you wish to summon my soul and determine my guilt, please explain what crime I have committed?"

Such forceful words terrified the ghost messengers standing nearby, who trembled and broke out in a cold sweat.

Strangely, the malevolent aura of the evil god subsided.

He remained silent for a moment, then smiled gently.

"As expected of someone who has won Lu Bingyuan's favor, you do have some courage. Very well, come out and pay your respects, and I will let this matter go and not pursue it any further."

Zhou Sheng did not respond for a long time.

They're still putting on an act!
"What, you so-called young hero, don't you even have the courage to step down from your sedan chair and meet me?"

"Indeed not, and I am not very confident in my appearance, so I am afraid of disturbing the venerable deity."

"Hehe, you're quite an interesting person."

"Since you refuse to come down and see me, then..."

He changed the subject, his tone seemingly playful.

"Then I will go up to see you."

boom!
A howling gust of cold wind ripped open the sedan curtain, and an incredibly terrifying and chilling aura rushed into the sedan. In the dazzling crimson divine light, a figure appeared and disappeared.

A pale, slender hand gently stroked Zhou Sheng's face, leaving a bloodstain; the sharp nails were already stained with droplets of blood.

"With such a handsome appearance, you say you're afraid of disturbing me? Who gave you the audacity..."

He whispered in Zhou Sheng's ear, and a strange floral fragrance permeated the sedan chair.

"Dare to deceive the gods and spirits?"

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