A master of comedy!

Chapter 140 Acting
The two sentences, spoken lightly, conveyed an irrepressible excitement, as if the resentment that had been building up in his heart for years was being released with this single arrow.

After saying this, Yao Taifeng, disregarding her own injuries, picked up the other person's dagger and was about to turn around to help Zhou Sheng.

But she was immediately taken aback, and then a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Boss Long, it seems I've lost."

Downstairs, the overlord immediately drew his gun, the tip of which was aimed at the arrogant and domineering General Leopard, who was dissipating into yin energy.

The first floor was a complete mess, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, as if it had been ravaged by a giant beast.

General Leopard seemed to have all his bones broken. His burly body collapsed limply to the ground, his hands twisted and bloody, and even his beloved broadsword broken into several pieces.

"The enemy general has been slain by my spear! You all should retreat at once!!"

The Overlord looked at the remaining Yin soldiers, opened his mouth and roared, like a tiger's roar and a dragon's cry, shaking the surrounding Yin energy into a chaotic dance.

With their commander slain and facing the almost invincible, god-like Overlord, the Yin soldiers trembled in fear, lost all will to fight, and fled in disarray.

After everyone had left, Zhou Sheng flicked his sleeve, removed the mask, and revealed his true face.

"Boss Long!"

"It really is Boss Long!"

"Boss Long, thank you so much for coming..."

Many people's eyes flashed with surprise and gratitude. They had actually recognized Zhou Sheng long ago, but his domineering power was too terrifying, and for a moment they were hesitant to confirm it.

Zhou Sheng nodded to everyone, then put the black horse into the painting, and then picked up his spear and went to Yao Taifeng's side.

How are you?

Seeing her covered in blood, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but feel worried and quickly went forward to help her up.

"You forgot that I am a ghost. Unless it is a fatal wound, I will be fine, just weak for a while."

Yao Taifeng leaned against his hand, limp and powerless, her pretty face deathly pale, and blood was still gushing from her shoulder and lower abdomen.

Those were all formed from her yin energy. For ghosts, yin energy is the core of everything. If too much is lost, the soul will become weak. A cold wind or a heavy rain can even cause the soul to be scattered.

You should either rest quietly or eat some highly nutritious foods.

For example, yang energy.

Without any hesitation, Zhou Sheng decisively grasped her hand and whispered, "Absorb my yang energy."

Yao Taifeng seemed to be touched. She looked up at him and saw the unquestionable look in his eyes. For some reason, the words she wanted to refuse turned into a soft "hmm".

The fierce and unruly female warrior from before now seems to have become a young and beautiful actress.

As strands of pure yang energy flowed in, her pale face quickly regained a rosy hue, and the previously scattered yin energy became solid again.

If yang energy has grades, then Zhou Sheng's yang energy must be one in ten thousand, the highest grade.

He was still a pure yang being, and after years of arduous cultivation and taking numerous elixirs, his foundation was incredibly solid. His yang energy was exceptionally pure, making him a precious medicine for ghosts.

As the yang energy was swallowed, the Yazi within Zhou Sheng's body reacted instantly, its eyes flashing with ferocity, but he forcibly suppressed it.

A moment later, the wounds on Yaotai Feng's shoulder and lower abdomen had disappeared, and she was no longer weak, but instead full of energy.

She let go of his hand willingly, even though she was captivated by the extremely comfortable feeling, she was not greedy at all.

"Boss Long's yang energy is even more flavorful than before."

Yao Tai Feng parted her lips slightly, a smile playing on her lips.

"Since you still have the mood to joke around, you must be almost fully recovered."

Zhou Sheng stretched out his hand, revealing a bitter smile.

"I just got pumped and I'm a little dizzy. Can you help me?"

Even though his cultivation had improved considerably, the loss of his yang energy was still taking its toll on him. His legs felt weak, he was dizzy, and he felt completely exhausted, as if he had run out of ammunition and food.

Yao Taifeng chuckled and quickly stepped forward to help him. To outsiders, it seemed as if Zhou Sheng was supporting the injured Yao Taifeng, but in reality, the roles were reversed.

Guan Buping saw through the trick and showed gratitude to Zhou Sheng.

"Boss Long, take Xiao Feng and leave Ghost City immediately!" He urged hurriedly, "You killed General Leopard and General Eagle, and the Grand General will probably get the news soon. Hurry up, or it will be too late!"

"Master, what should we do then?"

Yao Taifeng shook her head and said, "Master, don't worry. I am not a reckless person. Judging by the time, Hongxian should be back by now."

"The red line?"

Guan Buping was taken aback, only then realizing that the red line was indeed not here.

Given that girl's personality, she would never try to escape on her own.

"My disciple has sent Hongxian to fetch reinforcements. That reinforcement will surely be able to resolve this predicament!"

Yao Taifeng's confident voice calmed the emotions of everyone in Juxianlou and helped them regain their composure.

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed as he gazed at the handsome, dashing, and composed figure, and he couldn't help but admire him even more.

A man who possesses thunder in his heart yet remains calm on the surface is worthy of being appointed a general.

From this perspective, Boss Feng truly has the demeanor of a great general, worthy of being the daughter of a military family.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out, and a terrifying killing intent descended like a harsh winter, causing many people to tremble.

"I'm curious, which reinforcements are coming from that give you so much confidence that you..."

A sinister wind howled, and a chilling aura filled the sky.

In the pitch-black fog, a figure seemed to slowly emerge from the abyss, clad in golden armor, wielding a dragon-slaying blade, with crimson eyes like pools of blood beneath a fierce-looking official's mask.

His scarlet pupils were fixed on Zhou Sheng and Yao Taifeng, their blood-red light flickering like flames.

"How dare you kill my third brother and fourth sister?"

Zhou Sheng stepped forward, holding his gun, and looked directly into the general's eyes. He said in a deep voice, "I only know that a real man does not have the habit of waiting to be slaughtered or surrendering when he is bullied."

"If we don't fight back today, we'll die by the swords and arrows of your third brother and fourth sister. General, I'm puzzled. Just a few days ago you invited us to join your army and gave us time to consider. Why have you suddenly changed your mind today?"

"Orders change every morning and evening; is this what the General's orders are all about?"

"Upon hearing this, which of the heroes of the world would dare to serve the Great General?"

Zhou Sheng asked three questions in a row, his momentum showing no sign of weakening.

The general remained silent, only staring coldly at the spear in Zhou Sheng's hand. When he saw the tattered spear shaft, a hint of disappointment flashed across his face.

Zhou Sheng vaguely sensed something and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he had thought of this before charging into the enemy lines. Instead of using the Yazi Transformation Overlord Spear, he simply snatched a weapon from a ghost soldier.

With forty years of cultivation and the blessing of thunder energy, it's enough to kill a Yin general.

Just as he felt a little more at ease, the general's voice suddenly rang out.

"Did you take those things?"

Those crimson eyes stared intently into Zhou Sheng's eyes, suddenly becoming exceptionally sharp, as if trying to see into the depths of his heart.

Zhou Sheng's expression remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "No."

The general's eyes blazed with crimson light, like a drawn sword, and a cruel smile flashed across his face.

"I never said that thing was a Yazi."

"Yazi?"

Zhou Sheng looked surprised and asked in confusion, "Weren't the people the General's men searching for the stolen five-colored mica from the mansion?"

The general stared at him silently, without saying a word.

Zhou Sheng met his gaze calmly.

He's a professional actor.

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(End of this chapter)