A master of comedy!

Chapter 185 Tracking
Xunyang Restaurant.

Zhou Sheng ordered a sumptuous meal and enjoyed it with Yao Taifeng and Hongxian, or rather, it was mainly Hongxian who ate.

After she regenerated her physical body, her appetite became astonishingly large. Despite her small belly, she could eat the equivalent of several strong men in one meal.

I've already eaten nine of those huge chicken legs.

"Boss, the chicken leg doesn't taste good, I'll eat it for you..."

Little Red Line's lips were shiny with oil, but she chuckled and reached for the chicken leg in front of Zhou Sheng.

"This is awful, Sister Feng! Even though it tastes terrible, I'll eat it for you!"

After finishing Yaotai Feng's chicken leg, Hongxian covered her bulging belly and let out a long, satisfied burp.

Then she imagined herself as a ball, rolling around on the ground.

Zhou Sheng and Yao Taifeng exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly.

However, as he leaned against the second-floor window, a gentle breeze caressed his face, the soft slanting sunlight shone on him, and he sipped a cup of tea while listening to Hongxian's energetic "Hey-ha" sounds. Suddenly, his heart calmed down.

Five days have passed since the tongue orifice was opened.

These days, besides adapting to his rapidly increasing cultivation level, he has unusually reduced his practice time and started doing things that he would normally consider a huge waste of time.

For example, accompanying Yaotai Feng and Hongxian shopping, playing a few games of Gomoku with her master, arguing heatedly because the other person cheated, and learning the zither and practicing her singing with Jinse...

Time seemed to slow down all of a sudden.

There were no demons or monsters, and nothing urgent to do. The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle. Every day was as peaceful as still water.

But Zhou Sheng knew that this was the calm before the storm.

Everyone else understood this as well, but they all tacitly kept quiet about it, spending this rare moment of leisure with Zhou Sheng.

"Jinse is really something. She stays in her room all day playing the zither and practicing music. She won't come out when I call her. So I guess I'll have to reluctantly keep you company."

Yao Taifeng wore a purple robe today, with a blue satin belt around her waist and long boots. Her long hair, which reached her waist, was tied up with a jade hairpin and simply styled into a bun. She looked refreshing and neat, with a touch of nobility mixed with her heroic spirit.

If she were to carry a long spear, she would look exactly like a female general traveling in plain clothes.

"Thank you so much, Boss Feng."

Zhou Sheng smiled casually: "I heard that the Sihai Troupe is going to perform 'Farewell My Concubine' today. I wonder if Boss Feng would be interested in accompanying me to listen to the opera?"

Sihai Troupe was a renowned opera troupe in Xunyang City, following Juxianlou. Among them, the famous actress Wan Yunyan was skilled in playing the role of Yu Ji.

Zhou Sheng had always studied and performed opera, but he had never simply listened to an opera as an audience member.

Before the Ghost Festival opera arrived, he suddenly had a strong urge to go see one.

It has nothing to do with supernatural or evil spirits; it's just about listening to and appreciating opera like an ordinary person.

Yao Taifeng's beautiful eyes lit up, and she smiled and said, "Wan Yunyan heard my opera back then. She was a very talented girl. I gave her some pointers. I wonder how well she sings now."

"Let's go now!"

She was always decisive and efficient, and immediately pulled Zhou Sheng over, but a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her legs.

"I want to go too!"

She dragged the red line a few steps on the ground, but didn't care at all, and just kept shouting.

A hint of helplessness appeared in Yao Taifeng's eyes. After thinking for a moment, her eyes lit up slightly.

“You can come along, but we don’t have enough money. We can only buy one ticket. I’m a ghost, so it’s fine, but what about you…”

"I can turn into a bird!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Little Red Thread used her supernatural powers to transform into a big-bellied sparrow. With a flap of its wings, it was surprisingly unable to fly.

I'm too full. "If you can't fly like a bird, become a cat instead."

Little Red Thread once again used its magic, transforming into a fat orange cat with a round belly that swayed gently like water as it walked.

Yaotai Feng then squatted down and stroked its back from neck to tail root in the direction of hair growth, gently gliding it like combing fur, while humming a beautiful lullaby.

In just a few breaths, the orange cat that the little red thread had transformed into slowly closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"All right."

Yao Tai Feng smiled and then grabbed Zhou Sheng's hand and quickly ran out of the restaurant, taking the opportunity to get rid of the little red thread that was following her around like a shadow.

During this time, Hongxian followed them almost every step of the way, which ruined the atmosphere even if the two of them had other thoughts.

Even her favorite role-playing games can't be played anymore, because Hongxian always insists on playing Zhou Sheng's father, and she doesn't learn her lesson even after being beaten and crying several times.

The two weren't worried about Hongxian's safety. Despite being a young girl, after obtaining some of the essence of the stone embryo, her reconstructed body possessed superhuman strength, capable of killing a bull with a single punch.

Moreover, her magical power is comparable to that of a cultivator who has broken through two levels. In addition, she possesses the supernatural power of the Seventy-Two Transformations. Despite her seemingly harmless appearance, she is quite a troublemaker in Xunyang City.

If they really fought, even Yao Tai Feng might not be able to beat her now.

Holding up an umbrella, Zhou Sheng led Yaotai Feng through the streets. Their steps were not fast, even somewhat slow, yet they were able to constantly overtake those around them.

Despite the surging crowds, he always managed to weave through the gaps like the wind, effortlessly and gracefully.

However, what he didn't notice was that after he and Yaotai Feng left, a figure in the crowd glanced at him and lowered his head slightly.

The man was dressed in simple cloth clothes, with a dark complexion, looking no different from the most ordinary people, yet he seemed to be able to see the phoenix on the Yao Terrace under the umbrella.

He found a quiet corner to sit down, then took out paper and pen and began to write something.

"Target spotted, confirmed. Dressed in a black robe, carrying a blue oil-paper umbrella, leading the female ghost Yaotai Feng towards East Street. Note: This person's cultivation is extremely high; they cannot be seen through. Do not get close to track them..."

After hastily finishing writing, he folded the yellow paper, then gently blew on it, and it turned into a live sparrow, flapping its wings and flying in a certain direction.

At the same time, Zhou Sheng, who was walking, paused slightly and looked up at the sky.

A few sparrows happened to fly overhead, chirping away.

"what happened?"

Yao Taifeng noticed his distraction and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it might just be my imagination."

Zhou Sheng shook his head and smiled, continuing to lead her forward, but his steps became more elusive and his aura more concealed.

Several sparrows flew south, but one of them quietly broke away from the flock and went east, eventually landing in a person's hand.

After reading it, the man quickly disguised himself and went to a place on East Street where he could easily pass by, pretending to be a vegetable farmer.

Almost as soon as he made his call, Zhou Sheng appeared with Yao Tai Feng.

The man's disguise was excellent; he didn't glance at his target once from beginning to end, only staring at his own food.

During this time, when someone came to buy vegetables, he enthusiastically negotiated the price with them.

Only after Zhou Sheng had walked far away did he cautiously raise his head and glance at the man's back from afar to confirm the specific direction he had left in.

But with just that one glance from afar, the unfathomable man seemed to sense it and almost immediately turned his head to look back.

Fortunately, he lowered his head quickly, thus averting suspicion.

After the other person had gone far away, he quickly left and wrote another letter in a secluded place.

"Target confirmed again. The person has headed to Pipa Alley. Note: This person has extremely high and exceptionally keen senses. Disguise tracking is not recommended. Instead, observe from a distance of 100 feet using binoculars..."

(End of this chapter)