A master of comedy!

Chapter 69 Confidant
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As the door closed, Zhou Sheng swayed slightly, let out a long sigh, and looked visibly exhausted.

Finally, I don't have to force myself to stay strong anymore.

"Boss Feng—"

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yaotai Feng, who had her back to him, reach out and remove the hair ornament that bound her hair, revealing her dark, cloud-like hair cascading down like a waterfall.

She removed the bright yellow embroidered cloak with phoenixes and peonies, revealing her slender and tall figure beneath the fish-scale armor. Her long hair cascaded down to the crimson silk sash around her waist, seemingly concealing her entire waist.

Strands of hair fluttered in the wind, seemingly growing longer and longer.

"Boss Long..."

Yao Taifeng's voice was still clear and melodious, but it had an indescribable chill about it.

"If you're a living person, why would you come to this Juxianlou to perform?"

She slowly turned around, her eyes deep and unpredictable, and walked step by step toward Zhou Sheng, her two gold poppy earrings trembling slightly.

Neither flower nor mist, half killing, half pitying.

Looking at Yu Ji's still spirited face, Zhou Sheng said frankly, "To save my life."

Yao Taifeng paused in her steps.

Zhou Sheng met her gaze and said sincerely, "I have been learning Yin Opera from my master, and in less than two months, I will be completing my apprenticeship."

"At that time, I will descend to the underworld, pass through the gates of hell, and perform for the ghosts and gods in the underworld. I will perform at the Juxian Tower. Between life and death, I can hone my skills."

Yao Taifeng's eyes sparkled, and she nodded, saying, "No wonder you said before that you had a reason not to sing."

Her flowing black hair slowly fell down, but her gaze remained intriguing.

"Living people are a valuable commodity in this ghost city. If you were to sell them at the ghost market, a handsome and strong man like you would be worth at least a hundred coins as incense money..."

"Even if I keep it for myself, it will be enough to nourish my soul and body for three days by consuming yang energy."

"Is Boss Feng planning to sell me, or keep me for himself?"

Zhou Sheng remained remarkably calm in the face of her threat. He even walked over to her, exposing his back to her, and then casually found a place to sit cross-legged.

Before Yao Taifeng could speak, Zhou Sheng had already closed his eyes.

"You've drained too much of my yang energy. I need to meditate and regulate my breathing. Boss Feng, let's talk about it later."

After saying that, he actually focused his mind and breath, and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Yao Taifeng was stunned for a moment.

He really wasn't on guard at all?

You see, when you're meditating and regulating your breath, your mind is completely absorbed, making it hardest to handle unexpected situations. If she were to launch an attack now...

Her eyes flashed, and a strand of her hair flew up in the wind, piercing Zhou Sheng's brow like a silver needle.

As the most powerful ghost in Juxianlou, she can take a life and pierce through metal and stone with just a single strand of her hair.

However, the strand of hair suddenly stopped an inch from Zhou Sheng's brow.

A moment later, Zhou Sheng, who was meditating, finally felt something. He frowned slightly but did not open his eyes. He just casually said something.

"Boss Feng, stop fooling around."

Yaotai Feng: "..."

She pulled her hair back and quietly observed the man in front of her.

The dim candlelight shone on Wushuang's face, but her gaze seemed to penetrate the mask and see into that young and handsome face.

Why does he trust me so much?

In fact, the two had only known each other for two days. Although she had just saved him on stage, she had also absorbed a lot of yang energy.

Isn't he worried that he'll get addicted and lure him into the room to take advantage of him completely?

We met by chance, yet we became bosom friends...

Yao Taifeng gazed at the novel she often read on her dressing table, her eyes becoming somewhat lost in thought.

He really does resemble the character in the play...

Time passed slowly, and after Zhou Sheng said "Stop fooling around," Yao Tai Feng really didn't make a sound to disturb him anymore.

She sat quietly in the chair, flipping through the book "The Story of Hong Fu" that she had read countless times, glancing occasionally at Zhou Sheng, who was meditating.

After an unknown amount of time, the sounds of opera singing outside seemed to have faded away, and Zhou Sheng finally slowly opened his eyes.

The weariness in his eyes faded considerably, and they became bright and alert again.

He rose and bowed, his voice sincere.

"Thank you so much, Boss Feng, for saving my life tonight!"

"We've only met twice, why do you trust me so much?"

Yao Tai Feng closed the book and asked the question she was most curious about, while staring intently into Zhou Sheng's eyes.

Without hesitation, Zhou Sheng replied to the question, "Because the play doesn't lie."

"Although we've only met twice, I've heard from Boss Feng's performances that whether it's Zhao Zilong or Yu Ji, they all have a heroic spirit in their bones."

"One should be a hero in life, and a ghost among heroes in death."

"Although Boss Feng is a ghost, he is completely different from ordinary ghosts and is equally admirable."

Zhou Sheng's words were not intended to flatter; they were truly from the bottom of his heart.

Even without the hexagrams from the Luoshu, he would still trust his own judgment.

From her willingness to bravely throw her spear to save Xiuxiu when she was Zhao Zilong, to her willingness to play the supporting role of Yu Ji in the opera, helping this unknown opera performer to gain fame, she possessed the demeanor of a great woman and the heroic spirit etched into the blood of the descendants of the Yang family generals.

"To this day I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."

Yao Tai's phoenix eyes gleamed with a strange light as she gazed at Zhou Sheng's domineering and unparalleled face, a smile playing on her lips.

"Boss Long's movies are not deceiving either."

The two looked into each other's eyes and laughed at the same time, as if an invisible block of ice and snow had melted away, and their relationship instantly became much closer.

Some people meet too late and feel like they've known each other forever, while others remain silent until old age.

"Boss Long, I'll keep your fact that you're alive a secret for you. The doors of Juxianlou will always be open for you. Of course, I also hope you can do me a favor."

"What's the deal?"

After a pause, Zhou Sheng coughed and said, "If I still want to absorb yang energy... I'll have to think about it."

Even the best body can't withstand being sucked dry by a female ghost every day.

Yao Tai Feng rolled her eyes at him and laughed, "Boss Long, don't be silly. I don't like absorbing people's yang energy."

She walked to the dressing table, took out the book "The Legend of Hong Fu," and said, "Besides singing opera, my greatest hobby is reading folk legends, especially those about female knights-errant. This is the first volume. When I died, the second volume hadn't been written yet..."

Zhou Sheng suddenly realized that she wanted him to help buy the next volume of the storybook after he returned to the mortal world.

Without any hesitation, he immediately agreed.

A hint of joy flashed in Yaotai's phoenix eyes, and she smiled and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Boss Long. It's getting late, I'll take you there."

Zhou Sheng nodded, then opened the door and was taken aback.

Little Red Thread was lying right under the doorstep, fast asleep, her chubby cheeks still showing signs of baby fat.

He shook his head and smiled, then reached out and picked up the red thread.

……

The night was deep, and a single lamp shone dimly.

Yao Taifeng carried a lantern, and Zhou Sheng walked beside her, carrying the sleeping Hongxian. The three of them walked quietly on the empty street.

In a daze, he even had the illusion that he was a family of three taking a walk in the long night.

Even this eerie and terrifying ghost town seemed to have become quieter and gentler.

After walking for a while, the city gate came into view.

Yao Tai Feng stopped and took the red thread from Zhou Sheng's arms.

The little girl opened her sleepy eyes and murmured, "Father, Mother, have you come to receive the red thread?"

Zhou Sheng and Yao Taifeng subconsciously looked up and met each other's eyes, paused slightly, and then unconsciously looked away.

She gently patted Hongxian's back like a mother, humming softly, and the little girl quickly fell asleep again.

These actions seemed very practiced, clearly indicating that he often coaxed Hongxian to sleep.

Ordinary ghosts don't need to sleep, but Hongxian lacks Shuangling, one of the three souls, making his soul incomplete. Even after becoming a ghost, he still feels sleepy.

Zhou Sheng wanted to say something, but below the city gate, a pair of eyes were fixed on the two of them, filled with resentment.

The man, wearing a deer-head mask, stood there dumbfounded in the cold wind, having waited for an unknown amount of time.

Zhou Sheng looked at him, his lips slightly parted.

The other person's eyes lit up instantly, a hint of anticipation appearing.

"Could you please move away a bit and not interrupt our conversation?"

The person wearing the deer-head mask remained silent for a long time. After glaring fiercely at Zhou Sheng, he reluctantly took a few steps and turned his back.

"That's enough for now, Mr. Feng, please wait a moment."

"I'll bring the things next time we meet."

Yao Taifeng nodded, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Zhou Sheng turned and left, but after taking only a few steps, he heard Yao Tai Feng's voice behind him.

"Boss Long, wait a moment."

Yao Taifeng caught up and slapped a handful of incense money into Zhou Sheng's hand.

"this is……"

A hint of a smile flashed in her eyes as she teased, "I don't have the habit of eating everything without paying."

After saying this, she turned and left, clutching the red thread. Her figure was light and graceful, and she quickly disappeared into the night.

Zhou Sheng looked at the incense money in his hand, his face stiffened for a moment, then he shook his head and smiled.

Looking up, he saw the person wearing the deer-head mask peeking at him with a disdainful look in their eyes.

Zhou Sheng ignored him and turned to leave.

Watching his retreating figure, the man wearing the deer-head mask snorted coldly and muttered to himself.

"Selling oneself to female ghosts? When did this kind of business appear in the ghost market?"

"That female ghost was really beautiful!"

"They even gave us a lot of money..."

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