A master of comedy!

Chapter 200 Soul-Hooking
Inside the house, Zhou Sheng stroked the imposing, profound, and razor-sharp crescent blade, growing more and more fond of it with each glance.

He flicked the back of the knife with his finger.

hum!
The sound of the blade faintly resembled the roar of a dragon in the night. The entire Guan Dao seemed to come alive in an instant, unleashing an indescribable ferocity that caused the candlelight in the room to flicker.

This is a true weapon from an ancient battlefield, having drunk the blood of thousands and beheaded tens of thousands.

Perhaps Guan Yu, the God of War, used his skills to slay Yan Liang and Wen Chou, pass five passes, and kill six generals?

"Boss Feng, you're so thoughtful."

Zhou Sheng's eyes were deep, flashing with a sharp, insightful light, and his voice was full of meaning.

Yao Taifeng's acting was excellent, and her costume was extremely realistic; even he didn't notice it at first.

However, once he had his senses cleared and calmed down, he quickly caught a whiff of that familiar, faint fragrance in the air, like plum blossoms or pear blossoms.

Uncle Guan doesn't have that kind of fragrance.

At the same time, thinking of her words, "The costumes are already prepared," Zhou Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and his desire to return alive instantly reached its peak.

This Boss Feng really knows how to manipulate people.

Shaking his head, he used his supernatural powers to transform the Guan Dao into Geng metal Qi and swallowed it. He immediately felt the Ya Zi in his body become extremely excited and roared repeatedly, growing rapidly under the nourishment of the Guan Dao's sharpness.

It was truly satisfied with its meal, and even let out a burp, something it had never done before. It had grown to the point where it could be compared to the Chiwen.

This Guan Dao was almost more powerful than all the weapons in his entire opera box combined, giving Ya Zi a huge boost in power.

In this way, the weapons he conjures will be even more powerful, which will greatly enhance his combat strength.

This would increase their chances of success by three points.

The hardest thing to bear is the favor of a beautiful woman.

Zhou Sheng silently kept this kindness in his heart. As for Uncle Guan, he wouldn't worry about him for the time being; he would apologize to him when he returned alive.

……

"Boom boom boom!"

After obtaining the knife, he was constantly switching between various weapons: a monk's knife, a Guan dao, a Mo dao, a Heng dao, a ghost-slaying sword, a treasure-carved bow, a coiled dragon staff, a god-slaying whip...

The variety of weapons was dazzling, and just as he was having a great time, there was another knock on the door.

The knock was low enough that you could tell who it was without even looking.

Hongxian pushed open the door and entered, her belly bulging high, and something seemed to be hidden under her tiger-shaped clothes.

She closed the door with a shifty look on her face, then mysteriously approached Zhou Sheng and pulled out what she had hidden under her stomach like a treasure.

It was a huge pile of candied fruit wrapped in oil paper.

It seems that all the candied fruit she had been hiding all this time is here, numbering in the hundreds.

"Boss, here's your food before you go."

She slurped her saliva as she gritted her teeth and handed it over.

Zhou Sheng's face stiffened, and for a moment he was both amused and exasperated. He shook his head and said, "No need, you can keep it yourself."

"When I get back, we'll eat together."

Hongxian's eyes lit up when she heard this. She took the candied fruit back into her arms and nodded vigorously, saying, "Then Hongxian will keep them safe for the boss. I will absolutely, absolutely not steal any!"

"Whoever steals food is a little dog!"

Zhou Sheng patted her head and told her a story before coaxing her back to her senses.

It's funny to think about it; he's a perfectly normal young man, yet he acts like he's raising a daughter.

As the sky grew darker, it seemed that midnight was approaching.

Zhou Sheng sat cross-legged, concentrating intently as he waited.

However, the door was knocked on again the next moment.

He couldn't help but smile wryly. He never saw anyone during the day, but at night they kept knocking on his door. He wondered who it was this time.
"It's Master—"

The sound stopped abruptly the moment the door opened.

The aloof beauty holding the guqin gave him a graceful bow and said softly, "I'll tune the guqin."

"Tuning the instrument?" "The zither you have there has been out of tune for a while, so it needs to be tuned."

"Okay, please come in."

Zhou Sheng stepped aside to let her into the room, and then asked, "Why didn't I see Miss Jinse during the day?"

"I went to the young lady's grave."

Her words startled Zhou Sheng, who then realized that she had gone to see the tomb of Li Cuiwei, the daughter of the rebel leader Li Zicheng.

“I asked the young lady, and she agreed to let me join the Zhou family troupe.”

Zhou Sheng was startled and asked, "She's still alive?"

"No, I asked Miss if she objected, and she didn't say anything, which means she acquiesced."

Zhou Sheng: "..."

If you go to the grave of someone who has been dead for over a hundred years and ask her if she answers, and there is a response, then that would be truly unbelievable.

"From now on, you'll be my troupe leader."

After tuning the zither, Jinse handed it to Zhou Sheng and said calmly, "Master, the zither is ready. Please try it out."

Looking at her beautiful, ethereal face, Zhou Sheng's expression softened.

Jinse is not good at expressing her emotions. The only purpose of her coming tonight to say that she is willing to join the Zhou family troupe is to indirectly express her support and encouragement.

But she insisted on putting on an indifferent, businesslike act, which was rather endearing.

Zhou Sheng began to play the zither. With his current skill, Jinse was no longer uncomfortable. On the contrary, a hint of enjoyment would occasionally flash in Jinse's eyes.

During this period, under her careful guidance, Zhou Sheng has become her top student and is making rapid progress.

At the same time, she also played her mother's violin, and the two instantly understood each other, their tacit understanding like sparks that occasionally ignited in the darkness.

Teaching music through sound, and teaching the zither through the instrument.

She could keenly detect any slight flaw in Zhou Sheng and then convey it to him through the music, enlightening him like a sudden awakening.

And so, the two of them gradually became immersed in the beautiful music, like a mountain stream flowing in harmony.

Until one side abruptly stopped.

The hour of midnight has arrived.

Zhou Sheng's head suddenly drooped, and his hands naturally rested on his knees. He seemed to have fallen asleep sitting up, his eyes tightly closed.

Ziqin no longer played in harmony; only the strings continued to vibrate slightly.

Jinse saw that the color in his face was disappearing at a visible speed, and his breathing was becoming weaker and weaker.

In just a few breaths, Zhou Sheng, who had just been playing the zither with her, suddenly became a "dead man".

It has only a shell, but no soul.

But her music didn't stop. Instead, the melody shifted, transforming from the elegant, flowing sounds of spring into a stirring, resounding tune, as if the clang of weapons echoed on a battlefield.

A song, "The King of Qin Breaks the Enemy's Formation," is played to wish you a triumphant return.

……

"Zhou Sheng! Zhou Sheng!"

"Zhou Danshan... come out at once and pay your respects to us!"

As soon as midnight arrived, Zhou Sheng felt his eyelids suddenly become heavy, and drowsiness surged in like a tidal wave, quickly overwhelming his consciousness.

In the pitch black, he heard someone calling his name.

The sound seemed to come from beyond the heavens, echoing around him and growing louder and louder. At the same time, he began to feel his body getting lighter and lighter, as if he were being lifted up by some invisible force.

After hearing the other person's shout for the ninth time, he seemed to break through some kind of bottleneck and suddenly opened his eyes.

However, he was no longer in the room, but outside, his feet barely touching the ground, and he was slowly floating.

A strange chain was fastened to his body.

……

(End of this chapter)