A master of comedy!

Chapter 38 Wu Song
Inside the government office, a shrill scream suddenly rang out, like the wailing of ghosts and gods, causing many porcelain pieces to crack, and some even shattering with a crack.

If any other living person were present, they would instantly bleed from their eardrums and become deaf due to this cry.

But Zhou Sheng, now completely absorbed in the role, remained fearless. Even with the ringing in his ears, his eyes were only on his prey.

Kill the demons! Eat the demons!

That is, to deliver ghosts.

He opened his blood-red maw, his gleaming white teeth becoming sharp blades for slaying ghosts. With some kind of divine power, he tore off another large chunk of the Yin soldier's flesh with a sizzling sound.

With a chew, the flesh and blood instantly transformed into yin energy that entered the stomach, finally easing the rumbling in the intestines.

The phosphorescent light in the soldier's eyes also dimmed slightly.

He raised his giant, fan-like hand, trying to grab Zhou Sheng and throw him away, but the next moment, a gavel struck him on the head.

Yes, who says a gavel can only be used to slam a table?
Zhou Sheng used wood as a brick, just like Nezha holding a golden brick, lifting it up to the sky and smashing it down like a comet striking the sun, causing stars to fall and sink.

Boom!

Although the sound was not as loud as before, it was closer in distance. The overwhelming aura was like a mountain falling down, leaving the soldiers dizzy and disoriented.

With a crack, another crack appeared on the gavel.

However, Zhou Sheng was no longer concerned about feeling sorry for himself. His eyes were filled with a fierce aura, his face contorted in anger, and his hair and beard danced wildly.

One bite! One bite! And another bite!
They chewed the evil spirit until its bones were rotten, its tendons broken, and its flesh and blood mangled, and the yin energy poured out like a flood that had been released from its dam.

Every now and then it spews flames, burning the skin until it splits open, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

At first, the rampaging soldier tried to struggle and escape, but as the yin energy dissipated, his giant body shrank rapidly.

Finally, even the notoriously fierce soldiers felt fear.

"Master, spare my life!"

"My Lord, my Lord, please don't eat me..."

At this moment, even He seemed unable to distinguish whether the one chewing on the ghost was an actor performing a ghost play or the awe-inspiring Heavenly Master Zhong Kui.
After an unknown amount of time, the pleas for mercy gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.

Zhou Sheng threw a punch, but missed, his fist cracking the blue brick floor.

There was no longer any trace of yin energy in the surroundings.

Those fierce and domineering soldiers vanished like smoke, their spirits extinguished and their souls scattered.

At this moment, the tortoise shell and Luoshu diagram in his mind shone with a brilliant light, more striking than ever before.

The accumulated energy surged several times in an instant, bathing the entire tortoise shell in a radiant glow, crystal clear and dazzlingly bright.

Zhou Sheng should have been overjoyed, but his current state was very strange.

The soldier was dead, but he stood there blankly, unable to break free from the character he was playing for a long time.

The unity of actor and role is a very mysterious and profound realm in Yin-style opera.

Many practitioners of Yin-Yang Opera never experience this state in their entire lives. It is a spiritual resonance and fusion between the practitioner and the characters in the opera, based on their emotions and experiences.

Like a theater fanatic, one cannot distinguish between illusion and reality. Legend has it that those who enter this realm will hear the whispers of deities, as if guided by immortals, thus greatly increasing their supernatural powers.

However, this state of mind also has a major side effect: if one gets too deeply into the role and cannot get out of it, one will eventually lose all sense of who one is, become insane, and go astray.

He's what people call a "drama fanatic."

The reason why Yu Zhensheng believed that Zhou Sheng had extraordinary talent and was an unparalleled genius in the Yinxi lineage was because Zhou Sheng had already touched this realm several times at a young age.

In other words, Zhou Sheng has an extraordinary talent for acting.

This is a unique talent, but it is also a poison that could drive him to madness.

There are two main principles for playing a role in a dark drama: first, don't break character; second, don't be unable to break character.

Zhou Sheng is currently facing the dilemma of not being able to break free from the role.

This time, his portrayal of Zhong Kui is different from his portrayal of Huan Hou. Back then, the pressure Shen Jinhua exerted on him was far less than that of the rampant soldiers he faces today.

Driven by the thrill of life and death, he was forced to unleash all his potential, leaving no room for anything else. It was the most dedicated and immersive performance he had ever given since he began learning opera.

At that moment, he seemed to hear a murmur in his ear, majestic, deep, and vast, calling his name—Zhong Kui.

The Scholar of Zhongnan Mountain, the Blessing and Protector of the Home, the Exorcising Emperor...

In a daze, he seemed to see a majestic figure riding a fierce tiger, dressed in an official robe, slowly walking towards him, with five ghost kings behind him carrying a huge long sword.

Suddenly, the figure seemed to sense something and abruptly opened its eyes.

What kind of eyes are those?
In an instant, Zhou Sheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body chilled, and he seemed to see two blood-red suns.

He couldn't help but want to move closer to that figure, as if by merging with it he could possess unparalleled divine power and immortality. But deep within his heart, a voice kept echoing.

wake up!

You are not Him!

Wake up!!

In reality, a flicker of emotion flashed in his bloodshot eyes, and then he raised the gavel in his hand and slammed it hard against his forehead!
The next moment, he was struck as if by lightning, and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Drops of sweat slid down the face paint, staining the ground with various colors.

I'm finally out of character!
On a rooftop in the distance, Yu Zhensheng quietly put down the pebble in his hand. His expression remained unchanged, but he seemed much more relaxed.

He smiled slightly, and after a long pause, uttered only one word.

"color."

……

Zhu Mansion.

After her husband left, the county magistrate's wife, who was resting in bed feeling dizzy, suddenly woke up from her dream with a start, feeling her heart pounding and her mouth dry.

My neck was starting to ache slightly.

My right eyelid, in particular, keeps twitching.

“Cui Cui——”

She called out that name subconsciously, then remembered that Cui Cui was no longer there, so she called out the name of another maid.

But no one answered.

"Red clouds, blue moon, slender willows..."

He called out to several of his personal maids, but no one answered. It was deathly silent outside; even the chirping of cicadas and birds seemed to have disappeared.

An ominous premonition arose in the magistrate's wife's heart.

Just then, a traditional opera tune suddenly rang out from outside.

"The building was littered with corpses after the slaughter—"

"The slaughter silenced even the crows outside the building—"

She shuddered in fright and peeked out the window, only to be met with a horrifying sight: the ground was littered with the corpses of servants, blood splattered everywhere, a scene of mutilated remains.

Each person had their throat slit with a single, swift, and ruthless strike.

Pfft!
As the last person collapsed, clutching his throat, the figure, resembling a demon god, stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his precious sword dripping with blood.

"A life of chivalry and vengeance, leaving a mark on history!"

"Hahaha!"

The man's laughter was hearty, then gradually subsided, and his sharp, piercing eyes suddenly turned to the magistrate's wife, who was peeping through the window.

The magistrate's wife was terrified. She screamed and immediately ran towards the door, trying to escape for her life.

However, as soon as she opened the door, a cold, sharp blade pierced her heart.

"Well……"

She seemed to want to ask why, but the blood gushing from her mouth made her unable to speak at all, and she could only whimper.

Just then, the figure gently approached her ear and sang the last line.

"Blood splattered at the Mandarin Duck Tower—"

"Wu Song!!"

Pfft!
The magistrate's wife lay dead on the ground, and even in death she couldn't understand why that person had killed her.

But tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

It seemed like gratitude, or perhaps a sense of finally letting go of some obsession.

Zhou Sheng sheathed his sword and stood there, letting out a soft sigh.

"Don't say that Marquis Huan couldn't defend the innocent; the traitor is hanging by the sword of the wandering monk."

"May you rest in peace, Master Shen."

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