A master of comedy!

Chapter 157 The Ghost King's Warning

"Wait, we can talk!"

"You're insane! The Yinshan Ghost King will not only devour me, but he'll also take your soul with him!"

"Stop! Stop now!!!"

The demonic energy surged wildly into Zhou Sheng's body, attempting to affect his mind.

However, Zhou Sheng was still able to remain conscious for a short time, especially since Jinse was playing the Heart's Harp with her bloodied fingers.

The Pure Heart and Universal Benevolence Mantra arose from his heart, helping him to suppress evil thoughts.

Zhou Sheng ignored the Tiger God's words, seemingly determined to perish together with the enemy, and resolutely finished reciting the sacrificial incantation.

The next moment, the altars buried deep underground trembled simultaneously, and the statues of the Ghost King seemed to come alive, their eyes twitching slightly.

The flow of time slowed down again.

A terrifying and violent aura, as deep as an abyss, suddenly descended, but bypassed the city lord and Yu Zhensheng, who were facing off, and did not envelop them.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Sheng saw that enormous pupil, as large as magma, once again.

An extremely strong sense of oppression descended, and even with the combined power of many people, he was unable to move, as if that terrifying gaze had seen through his very soul.

The rope suddenly tightened, as if to hang Zhou Sheng.

He closed his eyes, giving up all resistance, as if he were a devout believer who would sacrifice even his own life.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in that eye, and then the giant, lava-like hand tore through the void, reaching out from the gap to grab Zhou Sheng.

"Madman! Madman!"

"You're even more insane than Xiao Huchen!!"

The Tiger God roared, and with a tremor in its soul, it finally voluntarily separated from Zhou Sheng's body, transforming into a winged black tiger and attempting to escape.

The Yinshan Ghost King has a particular fondness for the souls of the strong. In its eyes, its own demon soul, which has survived three heavenly tribulations, is like the most delicious food.

If we don't leave now, it will truly be reduced to ashes.

However, as it left, the giant hand of the Yinshan Ghost King instantly changed direction, not even glancing at Zhou Sheng, and went straight for the remnant soul of the Tiger God.

Tiger God went all out, flapping its wings and riding the demonic wind, dodging left and right, repeatedly avoiding the terrifying giant hand.

But at that moment, the flow of time suddenly slowed down even more, and accompanied by countless ghostly wails, even more arms reached out from the crack.

One, two, three...

In the end, there were six giant lava hands that kept grabbing at the tiger god who was desperately trying to escape.

A few breaths later, the Tiger God let out a miserable cry as his soul was seized by a hand and instantly swallowed by the surging magma.

Then, six arms grabbed at it simultaneously, tearing off its wings and imprisoning it firmly, before dragging it step by step back into the rift that seemed to lead to the depths of hell.

The tiger god kept letting out terrified screams, its claws leaving a long scratch mark on the ground, but it was eventually pulled in little by little.

Until there was absolutely no sound.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't made a single wrong move in the entire game of chess, and his mission was accomplished.

The great general who had dominated the ghost city for over a hundred years was annihilated, and the tiger god demon who had cultivated for a thousand years, survived three heavenly tribulations, and managed to escape with a remnant soul from the hands of the imperial tutor Liu Bowen, finally perished completely.

That centuries-long feud has finally come to an end.

Every step in this process seemed to go very smoothly and without any major incidents, but in reality, it took him a lot of effort to calculate all the key information bit by bit with the help of Luo Shu before he finally set up this scheme.

Luring the enemy into a trap, ambushing from all sides, driving the wolves to devour the tiger...

Every move was made in the most correct and crucial place, which enabled the weak to defeat the strong and easily overcome a seemingly invincible enemy.

Without the help of the Luo Shu, he would never have been able to do it. "Very delicious food, I am very satisfied with my meal."

Just as he was pondering, a hoarse, majestic, and deep voice suddenly rang in his mind, seemingly possessing a strange magic that made him unable to resist the urge to worship.

Yinshan Ghost King!

Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. In just a short moment, the remnant soul of the Tiger God, which Xiao Huchen had resisted for over a hundred years, had actually been... completely devoured?
It seems that the strength of the Yinshan Ghost King is even greater than he estimated.

“You are not a follower of this king, but you may still receive a gift. Speak, what do you want?”

The voice rang out again, but it had lost some of its authority and gained a more seductive quality.

"Do you choose invincible power, immortality, a beauty that could topple kingdoms, or an unparalleled divine weapon..."

Zhou Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes flickered.

"I don't want any of these. I only hope that the Ghost King can help those who died in the fire at Juxianlou to break the Fire Curse."

Upon hearing this, both Yao Taifeng and Guan Buping's pupils dilated in shock.

Especially Yao Taifeng, she gazed at that figure who showed no fear in front of the Ghost King and was unmoved by temptation, like a pillar of stability in a stormy sea, giving people a sense of security.

He said he would get rid of the Grand General, and he actually did it.

Not only that, he also had to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to help everyone in the Gathering Immortals Pavilion break the curse...

Generous to the point of disregarding life and death, and keeping a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold.

The great heroes and valiant men in those plays all seemed to pale in comparison to him.

"It's not difficult, but... are you sure you don't want to change? To give up the power and wealth that are within your grasp to save those lowly souls who are like ants?"

Not a single word changed.

Zhou Sheng answered without any hesitation, his words resolute.

It wasn't that he wasn't tempted at all, but Luo Shu had already told him that the so-called gifts from the Ghost King all came with a hidden price.

For example, even the Ghost King himself cannot be called invincible, let alone be invincible.

The so-called invincibility is achieved by extracting your soul and transferring it to a small world where the power level is low, making it easy to become "invincible".

Yes, this invincibility does not include the heavens.

Other methods, such as granting immortality, transform him into a fiery demon in the underworld, granting him eternal life but condemning him to eternal puppetry.

In short, making deals with evil spirits is like asking a tiger for its skin; the one thing you must never let go of is greed.

"Hehe, it seems I've met a righteous person..."

"I agree to your terms."

"A young sorcerer, Yu Zhensheng's disciple, interesting. I will remember you."

"I hope to hear your grand performance in the future, but of course, the prerequisite is that you can... graduate alive first."

"Since you've let me enjoy this delicious food, I'll give you one last piece of news."

Suddenly, the enormous pupil narrowed slightly, and the voice became cold and indifferent.

"Heh heh, they don't want me to say it, but I'm going to say it anyway, listen carefully..."

“Some people below are paying more and more attention to you. They have already built a stage for you, a stage where you can never return.”

"The underworld does not want to see another Yu Zhensheng!"

(End of this chapter)