A master of comedy!

As the boat sailed on the water, it was still the Black and White Impermanence who brought him back to the mortal realm.

Unlike the perilous and treacherous journey there, the Yellow Springs was unusually calm this time, with no waves or disturbances along the way.

Zhou Sheng stood at the bow of the boat, his eyes closed, as if waiting for something.

The Black and White Impermanence did not dare to disturb him. After learning of Lu Panzhen's death, the two brothers had developed an indescribable sense of awe towards Zhou Sheng.

If one can kill Lu Pan, it means one can also kill them.

Therefore, while Zhou Sheng closed his eyes in deep thought, they silently played the role of a boatman.

The Ghost Festival opera is complete, and resurrection is imminent.

Zhou Sheng had no expectations, because he was waiting for someone to appear, and whether that person would show up today was of paramount importance.

After an unknown amount of time, the boat finally docked, but the person still hadn't appeared.

Zhou Sheng frowned slightly, his heart sinking.

Fortunately, he hadn't traveled far on land when he saw a figure radiating crimson-gold divine light. Her blood-red dress resembled flowing flames, and her alluring face was tinged with a touch of majesty.

Despite holding two divine positions—the Night Patrol God and the Judge—He still walked barefoot among the spider lilies.

Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up instantly, a hint of "surprise" flashing across them, but he quickly hid it away.

Like a shy scholar who has seen the beauty he has admired for a long time but dared not approach her.

In truth, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fish has taken the bait.

The Night Wanderer is now very important to Zhou Sheng, not only to fulfill Bao Ying's request, but also for his master.

The purpose of Yama bestowing the golden pill and the golden whip was very clear: first, to disgust him, and second, to wake up the Night Wanderer who was obsessed with "male beauty".

You've taken someone else's master's golden elixir and leg tendons, and you still have the nerve to get involved with his disciple?
Aren't you afraid that someone's apprentice will stab you in the back?

To be honest, most of Zhou Sheng's anger and repression at the time were an act for King Yama's benefit; in reality, he was more worried.

There is a concern that the night owl might actually stop taking the bait out of fear.

If He doesn't take the bait, how can I get my master's things back?
Yes, at the very moment that Yama bestowed the golden elixir and the golden whip, Zhou Sheng felt more than just murderous intent and anger; he felt a quiet, unspoken joy.

The Night Wanderer had long been on his death list; he was to be killed no matter what.

If the Golden Elixir and Golden Whip remained in the hands of Yama, he would likely be unable to plot against them for a long time. But if they were in the hands of the Night Wanderer…

That makes things easier.

You will spit out the same thing you swallowed the Golden Elixir.

If you have already been refined, then refine you into a golden core, which will make up for the cultivation my master has neglected over the years.

We'll settle the debts to the underworld one by one.

A chilling murderous intent lingered in his heart, yet Zhou Sheng's face was as gentle as water. His gaze seemed conflicted, hesitant, and lingering. It wasn't the greasy look of a seasoned womanizer, but rather the fluttering heart of a young man, yet he forced himself to remain indifferent due to the conflict of their identities.

His years of experience in opera made his performance impeccable. The Night Wanderer's red lips curled up, seemingly very satisfied with his reaction, his eyes full of interest.

It's like a courtesan who's seen too many heartless men in the world suddenly encountering a handsome young man who's innocent and naive.

Although Zhou Sheng was already twenty-one years old and could no longer be called a teenager, he was still very handsome, with fair skin and an elegant demeanor. Due to his repeated consumption of mica formula, he also possessed a rare and otherworldly aura.

Especially his eyes; opera singers always have very clear, bright, and penetrating eyes, without any sign of turbidity or fatigue.

The Black and White Impermanence exchanged a glance and then wisely walked away.

A fragrant breeze blew through the red spider lilies, creating a narrow path through the lush flowers. A wisp of sunset drifted down, automatically lengthening until it reached Zhou Sheng's feet.

In the distance, the beautiful yet imposing figure beckoned to Zhou Sheng with a flick of her finger, her voice both teasing and alluring. "Boss Long, would you dare... come to see me alone?"

"Hmph, what is there to be afraid of?"

As if provoked by a surge of anger, Zhou Sheng stepped onto the cloak of clouds and walked straight toward the Night Wanderer.

It perfectly captures the spirit of youth.

Meanwhile, the tortoise shell and Luoshu in the sea of ​​consciousness, after consuming some of the energy from Lu Pan, had already exposed the true nature of this seemingly mysterious night wanderer.

"Nian Nujiao, the Night Wanderer, was originally the top of the ten most beautiful courtesans in the former dynasty's Jiaofangsi. However, she was betrayed by a man who drowned her in a lake. Her years of savings vanished. After her death, her vengeful spirit lingered and turned into a vengeful ghost. She would seduce young and handsome men and torture them to death for her own pleasure."

"In the twenty-eighth year of Shaoxi, he was enlightened by the Bodhisattva Zhuyan, cultivated himself into a Yin spirit, and took over the position of Night Patrol God..."

Because the energy was sufficient, the information provided by the Luoshu was very detailed and comprehensive.

It not only includes His general experiences before and after His death, but also His personality, preferences and other private matters.

It mentions that He loves young and handsome men the most, especially those who are naive, innocent, sincere, and proud.

Therefore, Zhou Sheng prescribed the right medicine and shaped his persona accordingly.

At the same time, he also understood why the Night Wanderer, as Lu Pan's subordinate, dared to disobey his orders and even dared to slightly embarrass Yama.

Within the underworld, another force lurks, and its leader should be none other than the Crimson-Faced Bodhisattva.

In the truest sense, the Night Wanderer is the person of that Crimson-Faced Bodhisattva.

Zhou Sheng stepped in front of her, but when those captivating peach blossom eyes looked at him, he "subconsciously" looked away, and then couldn't help but steal another glance.

When their eyes met suddenly, they looked somewhat flustered.

The Night Wanderer chuckled as he watched, his heart fluttering. He couldn't resist extending a finger and gently running it over Zhou Sheng's chest, as if feeling the thick, powerful muscles.

Zhou Sheng quickly took several steps back and angrily said, "Witch, don't touch me!"

But her ears were very rosy.

"Hehe, now you know how to be shy. On stage, you touched me quite a bit... Zhou Lang."

As she spoke, her jade-like foot, adorned with nail polish, unknowingly touched Zhou Sheng's right leg, then quickly separated.

"Does it still hurt here?"

In an instant, Zhou Sheng's face also turned red. He couldn't answer and his eyes showed a slight panic.

Seeing this, the Night Wanderer chuckled. These sorcerers had never touched a woman before they graduated, so they were not difficult to seduce.

The reason Zhou Sheng seemed so calm on stage was, in his opinion, simply because the woman named Yu Ruyi was unattractive and lacked charm.

But He didn't want things to progress too quickly; He preferred the feeling of being both ambiguous and in control.

“I told you, if you can graduate alive, I will give you a… betrothal gift.”

"Zhou Lang, so... what exactly do you want from me?"

Just as Zhou Sheng was about to speak, He quickly silenced him with his finger.

"Shh!"

He was very close, so close that even the strands of his hair touched Zhou Sheng's face, and the fragrance was so strong that it seemed to ignite a flame in one's heart instantly.

"Don't rush, you can bring up anything."

"Think it over. Do you want what's on me, or do you want...me?"

...(End of this chapter)