A master of comedy!

"Boss Long, now that we've brought you here, our mission is complete. We hope to see you again after dawn."

Seeing that Zhou Sheng had quickly calmed things down, Hei Bai Wuchang felt relieved and prepared to leave.

"Alright, I'll see you two Yin Generals off."

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and while the others were warming up and rehearsing, he took the initiative to see the Black and White Impermanence out. The others were not surprised by this.

They simply couldn't understand why the mighty Black and White Impermanence would be so polite to the disciple of the Demon of Play.

After walking a long way.

"Boss Long, there's no need to send any more. Right now, the most important thing is to perform the Ghost Festival opera well. According to the rules, the show will start in a quarter of an hour, so please be careful."

Zhou Sheng looked at the two men and suddenly said, "You two have fallen into the Yellow Springs and almost become expendable pawns. You are both underworld generals, people of some standing. Are you really willing to swallow your pride and bear this?"

Black Impermanence roared, "Of course not—"

Bai Wuchang quickly grabbed him and looked at Zhou Sheng, saying, "I know that Boss Long is incredibly powerful, even able to kill the Yellow Demon God. Since you are fighting with Judge Lu, my brother and I will naturally stand on your side. But we also have our difficulties..."

You're wrong.

Zhou Sheng suddenly interrupted the other party's official speech, his eyes burning: "How could I have killed the Yellow Demon God?"

Both Black and White Impermanence were taken aback.

"We fell into the Yellow Springs, but it was thanks to your two duties and your bloody battles that we were able to successfully eliminate that scourge. With this victory, I believe your reputation in the underworld will surely be greatly enhanced."

Zhou Sheng's words seemed to possess a bewitching magic, captivating both Black and White Impermanence.

They found that the young man before them was incredibly perceptive, showing none of the naivety of a newcomer, but rather like a cunning old fox.

"Boss Long, you mean you're willing to give us the credit?"

"It's not about giving up, but about friends helping each other."

Seeing the obvious interest on their faces, Zhou Sheng smiled.

Since the Black and White Impermanence have only recently taken office, there must be quite a few people who are dissatisfied with or criticize them. Therefore, compared with incense money, fame is what the two of them desire most at the moment.

Once the news of their slaying of the Yellow Demon God spreads, at least the positions of Black and White Impermanence will be truly secure.

"Well said, friends should help each other out, but I don't know... what do you need?"

Bai Wuchang, hearing the elegant meaning in the music, asked aloud.

Zhou Sheng slowly lowered his eyes, the murderous intent deep within them surging like the sea, as fierce as a tiger with its fur standing on end, ready to bite off its prey's throat.

"I would like to ask you two to make another trip and help me pass on a message to a friend in the living world."

"What?"

Zhou Sheng used his magical power to transmit his voice, slowly uttering those words.

In an instant, the souls of Black and White Impermanence trembled, both revealing incredulous looks.

"How...how did you know—"

"unimportant."

Zhou Sheng said firmly, "The important thing is to make our enemies pay the price."

“I, Zhou Sheng, have never been one to stand up for myself when I’m being beaten.”

"The revenge you dare not take, I will take. Of course, you can refuse, but in that case..."

He looked at the two of them intently and said, word by word, "We are no longer friends."

Both Black and White Impermanence felt a chill run down their spines; if they weren't friends, they could be enemies.

Recalling his ruthlessness and domineering nature when he killed the Yellow Demon God, one would probably tremble with fear if one offended such a person and went to the mortal world to collect souls in the future.

"In that case, we two brothers will consider you our friend!"

Zhou Sheng smiled and said, "You won't regret your decision today."

After he left, the Black and White Impermanence stared at his retreating figure for a long time, a premonition suddenly arising in their hearts.

This sorcerer, whom they didn't even take seriously not long ago, will probably cause chaos throughout the entire underworld.

He's already so prodigious before even completing his apprenticeship; if he were given more time...

Could it be another being capable of wreaking havoc in the underworld?
...Backstage at the opera house.

Those young yinxi practitioners, who had just turned eighteen, had taut faces and visible tension and unease in their eyes as they practiced their singing or stretched their muscles.

They had all painted their faces and put on their costumes; some were rehearsing their lines, while others were practicing individually.

Others were organizing various costumes to ensure there wouldn't be any mistakes.

Mulian Opera is a grand opera with many characters, but there are only thirteen of them, which means that most of them will not play only one role.

There are no dedicated dressers here, so changing makeup and clothes is quite a challenge.

Even in such a tense moment, when Zhou Sheng entered, he immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the chattering sounds fell silent.

Only one person remained unaffected, continuing to concentrate on reciting the lines and immersing himself in the role.

That person was Tan Sheng.

This Tan Sheng was the one who left the deepest impression on Zhou Sheng among all these sorcerers.

Judging from his cultivation level, the other party should have already opened his hearing aperture. If it weren't for Zhou Sheng, he would be considered the best among them.

But he remained calm and composed throughout.

Even when he heard that Zhou Sheng was Yu Zhensheng's disciple, he did not show any anger or resentment on his face, but was only slightly surprised.

With his performance about to begin, everyone was incredibly nervous, but he was able to fully immerse himself in the role, as if even his own life was less important than the drama itself.

It is truly rare for an eighteen-year-old to be so composed.

In addition, Zhou Sheng had been keeping a close eye on the unusual movements of Yazi and Chiwen.

"You all don't need to look at me, just focus on preparing your own parts."

After he sat down, he began to paint his face and begin to paint, holding the brush with both hands at the same time. The colored ink seemed to move like dragons and snakes, each stroke fast, accurate and steady.

It was as if those weren't hands, but two chisels that had been forged through countless hammer blows.

These fluid and graceful facial makeup movements alone are highly entertaining, like a master painter splashing ink.

But just then, a gong sounded outside the stage.

clang!
The sound was crisp and clear, as if it had awakened some kind of instinct etched into the bones of the sorcerer.

In an instant, everyone stood up at the same time, their spirits and energy transformed.

Is the show starting?

Everyone stared at Zhou Sheng, their pupils dilated in shock, filled with fear and unease.

The gong sounds, signaling the start of the show.

However, Zhou Sheng, who was to be the opening stage spirit official, had not yet finished painting his face, nor had he put on his costume or tied up his armor.

Major accident!

"Don't panic, nobody go out."

The calmest person at this moment was Zhou Sheng, who was painting a face in front of the bronze mirror. He was composed, and his hands holding the brush did not tremble at all as he continued to paint the face.

The face is painted with gold and red, with a white line hidden in the right eyebrow arch, named "Compassionate Sewing".

The lines at the corners of his mouth formed a thunder pattern, exuding an imposing aura even without anger.

"The Black and White Impermanence told me that the play would start in a quarter of an hour, and now that the time is not yet up, the gong will sound."

Zhou Sheng's voice remained calm and unhurried, yet it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

"Someone struck the gong in advance to create the illusion that the show was about to begin."

"Firstly, it's to incite those evil spirits who are listening to the opera; secondly, it's to make us lose our composure."

There was something else Zhou Sheng didn't say.

Judge Lu made his move again.

...(End of this chapter)