A master of comedy!

Chapter 61 City Lord
In the pitch-black ghost town, two figures walked forward carrying lanterns.

The white candlelight could only illuminate a three-foot radius around it, and it seemed that as soon as the flame went out, the dark, turbulent night would surge in and engulf and swallow people.

Even though there was no one around and the houses were all tightly closed, Zhou Sheng still had a feeling that he was being spied on.

It was as if, hidden within those houses shrouded in night, were pairs of cold, sinister eyes.

"Master, they've been watching us. Should we raise our voices to intimidate them?"

Zhou Sheng frowned slightly and asked.

"No need. The ghosts in these houses are not vengeful spirits. As long as they can't tell that we are living people, they won't make any rash moves."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng suddenly realized that he had a corpse-driving talisman drawn on his back, but where was his master?

He can't exactly draw symbols on his own back, can he?

If the master didn't draw the corpse-driving talisman, then why would these ghosts treat the master as a dead person?
“In this little Fengdu, once a living person’s identity is exposed, all these tightly closed doors will probably have to be opened.”

Yu Zhensheng said meaningfully, "Besides incense money, living people are also a form of hard currency here."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine.

"Without special skills, an ordinary living person who enters this city will definitely suffer a miserable fate."

"Unless, you encounter your ancestors here."

"For example, Zhou Laosan, who sells coffins, was able to walk out alive. Besides having a strong destiny, it was because his ancestors had opened a shop in the ghost market and helped their descendants."

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes. No wonder his master wasn't surprised at all back then; it turned out he had already seen through everything.

"Master, when did this ghost city appear? Does it mean that all the people who die in Xunyang City come here instead of to the underworld?"

Upon hearing this question, Yu Zhensheng's eyes deepened, revealing a turbulent expression.

"No one knows exactly when the ghost city appeared. I only know that your grandmaster, great-grandmaster, and even great-grandmaster's master all came to this ghost market."

"Furthermore, not everyone who dies in Xunyang City will come here. There seems to be a pattern to it, but no one can figure it out. Perhaps only the city lord knows."

Upon hearing the words "city lord," Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask, "Master, who exactly is this city lord?"

Yu Zhensheng glanced at him and sneered, "Who they are is none of your business. Don't ask so many questions; it won't do you any good."

Seeing that his disciple seemed somewhat unconvinced, he said calmly, "Let's put it this way: in Little Fengdu, if I utter His name now, the other party will immediately sense it. At that time, no matter where we hide, we will not be able to escape His gaze!"

Just mentioning a name immediately triggers a connection?

Zhou Sheng gasped in astonishment. Such supernatural power was simply like that of a legendary immortal.

"There are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people. That city lord's cultivation is beyond your imagination. Your great-grandmaster sang for him, and your master sang for him, including me. Perhaps after you graduate, you will also sing for him."

"He is generous, but he has a sharp eye. When your great-grandfather was singing 'Mulian Saves His Mother,' he had his eyes gouged out because of a single wrong look."

Zhou Sheng was suddenly startled, and his hand holding the lantern trembled slightly.

"The Judge Lu of the Underworld is powerful enough, but he absolutely dares not interfere with this little Fengdu. Not only does he not interfere, the entire Underworld tacitly approves of its existence."

"In short, the best course of action against that city lord is to avoid contact."

Yu Zhensheng emphasized again, his expression extremely solemn, much more serious than when he faced Judge Lu before.

Zhou Sheng now fully understood his master's fear of the city lord.

A mysterious being who has lived for countless years, a being who can establish a mini-Fengdu outside the underworld and have the underworld's gods and ghosts tacitly approve of it.

The significance of this is self-evident.

He walked in silence for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "Master, so the fire at Juxianlou back then was definitely not an accident." Yu Zhensheng paused, turned around and gave him a deep look.

"why would you say so?"

"It's simple. Even with such a powerful city lord taking action, they still couldn't completely extinguish the fire."

Despite the lack of moonlight overhead and the complete darkness around him, Zhou Sheng's gaze remained exceptionally sharp and bright.

That fire, which burned in the theater back then, is now burning on the ghosts below the stage. It is just a wisp of fiery evil energy, but in Luo Shu's eyes, it is equivalent to a demon.

The city lord, whose cultivation was unfathomable, only helped the opera troupe dispel the fire evil at his master's pleading. He even made a special rule that the opera troupe members had to perform on stage to gradually dispel the evil.

However, after singing for eighteen years, the ghosts in the audience tonight are still filled with malevolent energy and engulfed in flames.

How could an ordinary fire have such power?
Yu Zhensheng nodded, his eyes slightly cold.

“You’re right about that. The fire back then was strange. Even when I sang the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas’ chants of ‘water without roots,’ they couldn’t extinguish the fiery aura on their bodies. The city lord said that the fire came from an extremely ferocious ghost king.”

"Only at my request did the city lord agree to forcibly stop these people from the Ghost King and bring them into Little Fengdu."

Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. According to his master, the souls of all those who were burned to death at Juxianlou were supposed to be taken away by that Ghost King, but the city lord of Xiaofengdu forcibly stopped them.

"The people of Juxianlou are not bad-hearted, but even I was powerless to help with this matter back then, let alone you now."

"Now... this is the best outcome."

Yu Zhensheng patted his shoulder and continued walking, his back view looking somewhat desolate.

Clearly, failing to save Juxianlou was also one of his regrets, because among those who listened to and learned opera in the audience back then was a little girl named Hongxian.

……

The two walked for a while longer and came to a crossroads.

Zhou Sheng remembered that when they arrived, they encountered some people dressed in black robes carrying lanterns. After traveling together for a while, they parted ways at this intersection.

“If you keep going along this road to the west, you’ll reach the Ghost Market.”

Yu Zhensheng said meaningfully, "That is the most dangerous, terrifying, yet also the most fascinating place in Xiaofengdu. If you can avoid going there, it's best to stay away."

Zhou Sheng asked curiously, "Master, you said it was best not to go, but why are you stopping here and not moving?"

"Also, Master, why did you take my incense money?"

Yu Zhensheng coughed and said, "I'm going to the Ghost Market to visit an old friend. I can't go empty-handed. Can I borrow this money from you?"

"Master, aren't you coming back with me?"

"It's not far from the city. You should know the rest of the way, so I won't go with you."

He paused, his eyes flickering, and said, "Well, if I don't return by tomorrow morning, don't worry. Take some money and help me buy some medicinal herbs."

"What medicinal materials?"

"Aconite, Rehmannia glutinosa, Epimedium, Cistanche deserticola, raw dragon bone..."

The more Zhou Sheng listened, the stranger it seemed.

Why are all these kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac medicines?

……

　Thank you to Luoyebaibai and Mengwei for the generous donation of 100 yuan! Sending love!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)