A master of comedy!

Chapter 196 The Firefly Boy
Flames soared into the sky inside the backyard wing room.

Xiao Ning, who had broken her leg, struggled to sit up in bed, coughing in the thick smoke as she tried to escape.

However, he fell to the ground with a thud.

She crawled on the ground with difficulty, her hands burned and bloodied, leaving streaks of charred blood on the ground.

"Little Ning, run!!"

"Don't stop, climb out!"

Sounds kept rising and falling around us, sometimes accompanied by heart-wrenching screams.

Flames roared, and many figures appeared and disappeared within them, holding flaming dates in their hands. With a breath, they made the fire even more ferocious, like pouring boiling oil.

A group of people dressed in black and wearing iron masks appeared around them, using magic or treasures to block the flames.

Unfortunately, after a brief stalemate, one by one the men in black were engulfed by flames, letting out heart-wrenching screams. Even so, they still rushed towards the figures in the flames without hesitation.

"When the primordial chaos first separated, the three realms shone brightly. Crimson light illuminated the night, and the physical form was shed to return to the true nature!"

"burst!"

They chanted incantations and rushed to the fiery figure before being burned to a crisp, choosing to self-destruct without hesitation.

With each roar, blood splattered like rain, calming the fire considerably, and several of the eerie figures standing in the flames vanished.

Just then, a burning beam fell and smashed right into Xiao Ning's body.

Xiao Ning closed her eyes in despair.

However, the expected pain did not come. She opened her eyes and was taken aback.

A tall, slender figure blocked her way, dressed in black robes with dark hair, a long sword hanging at his waist. He supported the heavy beam with one hand, and the raging flames spontaneously stopped within three zhang around him, even showing a tendency to retreat.

It wasn't the flames that were retreating, but rather the eerie figures within them.

"week--"

Xiao Ning's eyes lit up as she recognized Zhou Sheng from behind, but he shushed her, revealing a strange mask on his profile.

Half of his face was as compassionate as a Buddha, while the other half was as menacing as a demon.

"Don't be afraid, someone will catch you outside."

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, Zhou Sheng unleashed a surge of magical power, like soft ocean waves, that swept her body away.

The next moment, the eerie figures in the flames let out uneasy cries, as if unwilling to let their target go, and raised the fire dates in their hands again, wanting to blow on the fire to burn Xiao Ning to death.

However, Zhou Sheng stood in front of the flames and inhaled deeply.

boom!
He absorbed all the raging flames into his belly, like a whale sucking water, capable of drying up rivers in one gulp.

Chiwen is best at controlling water and loves to eat fire, which is why it is often carved on the eaves.

"Why aren't you setting fires anymore? Is this all you have?"

Zhou Sheng touched his warm belly, which felt like a furnace, rapidly breaking down the violent flames and turning them into a warm current that flowed to his limbs and bones.

His energy and spirit are becoming increasingly vigorous, and his condition is better than ever before.

Even his pupils shimmered with a faint flame.

In an instant, the eerie figures in the flames let out horrified screams, as if they had sensed the arrival of their natural enemy.

Outside the door, Xiao Ning had already been picked up by Bao Ying.

"Do you need any help?"

Bao Ying, holding Xiao Ning, looked at the crumbling house surrounded by flames and thick smoke and shouted loudly.

This was no ordinary fire, but rather the work of ghosts and spirits, so he had ordered the surrounding area to be sealed off to prevent outsiders from approaching.

"No need, just protect her."

Zhou Sheng's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in Bao Ying's ears; beneath his calm tone lay a strong sense of confidence.

"understood."

The next moment, the door slammed shut without any wind. A crisp sound of a sword being drawn made one's eardrums ache, and the Qi of Geng Metal shot straight into the stars, causing cracks to appear throughout the room.

The piercing scream, so sharp it sounded like a living person, immediately echoed throughout the entire courtyard.

……

The blade flashed like a startled swan, accompanied by a dragon-like cry, and shattered the layers of flames, cutting the eerie figure hidden within in two.

It turned out to be a short, red-skinned boy holding a jujube. His body, which had been cut in half, was not bleeding, but rather flowing with crimson lava.

The boy swallowed the fire date, and then his body blazed with fire. His broken body miraculously closed up instantly, and then he bared his teeth and claws and pounced on Zhou Sheng, with flames seemingly flickering in his mouth.

However, a long, slender, fair hand, like a dragon's claw, pierced through the flames, seized the boy's throat, and lifted him up with one arm.

The protective flames on the boy's body sizzled and quickly went out when they touched the hand.

The water element energy protected Zhou Sheng's hands like armor. Because it was so concentrated, it even faintly emitted a dark blue light, flowing gently like ripples on water.

With a snap, Zhou Sheng crushed the other man's neck. Looking at the corpse reduced to charcoal, his crimson eyes flickered slightly, and his mask transformed into the Vajra image that only kills and never saves.

"Sorry, I used too much force."

This time, the boy never revived; his soul had completely dissipated.

"Earth, Ksitigarbha!"

The other children sensed their companion's disappearance and finally recognized the terrifying mask.

They are the Fire Spirits who guard the volcanic hell in the underworld. They are the essence of fire, and even if they perish in the human world, their souls can be reborn in the volcanic hell.

Therefore, when those men in black tried to perish with them, they didn't care at all, but after being killed by this terrifying man, it seemed that they could never be resurrected!

At that moment, they felt a chilling fear.

"Since you recognize this face..."

Lightning crackled and popped from Zhou Sheng's blade, and its powerful aura even caused the surrounding flames to shrink by half.

He grinned and said, "Then we'll just have to kill them all."

……

Click!

Stunning knife marks snaked and cracked across the wall, and through the gaps, blinding flashes of light occasionally pierced the air, accompanied by the wails of ghosts.

The murderous aura soared to the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

The house, already engulfed by fire, could no longer withstand the strain and finally collapsed with a roar.

A sharp clang of the blade!
The collapsed house was cleaved in two by a massive blade of light, and a figure soared into the sky, sheathing his sword under the moonlight, landing silently and gracefully.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the night sky, dark clouds rolled in, and heavy rain fell in an instant, but it only poured down on the burning flames, quickly extinguishing the raging fire that was about to spread.

The Ksitigarbha mask had long since disappeared, and Zhou Sheng's handsome face remained expressionless, with only a slight charring at the corner of his clothes.

"receive."

He raised his eyes, which gleamed with an eerie light, and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. His tongue suddenly opened, and his voice boomed like thunder.

The next moment, the dark clouds dispersed, the lightning ceased, and the heavy rain stopped within moments.

If it weren't for the damp ground and the charred ruins, everything that just happened would seem like a dream.

Bao Yingdu showed a hint of shock.

His proud subordinates were even more incredulous, unable to calm down for a long time.

You call this... a Yin-Yang Master?
Or is he still an apprentice who hasn't finished his apprenticeship?

……

(End of this chapter)