A master of comedy!

Chapter 51 Tiger Form
Zhou Sheng slowly turned his head and saw a charred face.

Half of his face looked like it was burning coals, and wisps of black smoke even came out of his throat when he spoke. His whole body smelled of being burnt.

Only his copper bell-like eyes shot out two terrifying beams of light, scrutinizing Zhou Sheng from head to toe.

Zhou Sheng looked around and found that not only this person, but everyone else was also charred black, with pairs of bloodshot eyes fixed on him.

An ordinary person would probably be scared half to death at this point, but Zhou Sheng remained calm and composed, without revealing the slightest flaw.

"Yes, I am newly dead."

"How did you die?"

The charred giant continued to ask questions, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, and moved even closer to Zhou Sheng.

Although he couldn't smell the scent of a living person, the sight of that fair and tender skin intensified the ferocity in his eyes. As jealousy flared up in his heart, flame-like patterns appeared on his charred skin, and even more black smoke rose from it.

"My death is mainly related to you."

Zhou Sheng looked at him and said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the black smoke billowing from the burly man's body paused for a moment, and he subconsciously asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

He didn't know the other person at all.

Zhou Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he didn't use the Yin-Yang technique, his enlightened eyes were still as sharp as a sword and as keen as lightning.

He stared directly into the other's violent, crimson eyes, and in front of the ghosts, said, word by word, "Yes, what does it have to do with you?"

"What the hell are you asking? Ask again and I'll skin you alive and roast you like charcoal!"

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

The burly man was stunned, a glint of something surging in his fierce eyes.

No, are all ghosts that have just died this fierce?

He wanted to explode, but feeling the menacing aura emanating from them, he couldn't quite figure out who they were.

The more ferocious a person was in life, the more powerful they tend to be as a ghost after death.

For example, Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, was a hero in life and a ghost in death. Even the rampant soldiers were no match for him. It was only through the joint efforts of the two Yin generals, Jin Shackles and Silver Locks, that he was finally captured.

The burly man muttered curses under his breath, but his body instinctively moved away from Zhou Sheng.

Not only him, but all the other ghosts around him also avoided Zhou Sheng, not daring to look at him anymore.

Zhou Sheng and his master exchanged a glance and smiled slightly.

When facing ghosts, the first thing you must do is not show fear. The more afraid you are, the more you embolden the ghost.

Sometimes, acting tough can actually save you a lot of trouble.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is something that happens to everyone, whether human or demon.

After walking for a while, they finally arrived at their destination. The ghosts quickened their pace and rushed into the building.

The burly man turned back and glared at Zhou Sheng, his mouth practically spitting fire.

"I'll settle the score with you after the show is over!"

Zhou Sheng simply smiled faintly, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Just when we were worried about not having enough energy in the Luoshu, someone delivered it to our doorstep. Even a small fly is still meat, and we can't waste it.

However, with so many people around and so many eyes watching, it's not convenient for him to take action right now.

Yu Zhensheng took everything in, knowing that his disciple had murderous intent, but he did not intervene, only smiled faintly.

The little tiger is increasingly fond of showing its claws and teeth.

He raised the lantern in his hand, illuminating the plaque above the door. The three large characters of Juxianlou stood out like iron hooks and silver strokes.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

Juxianlou was destroyed by fire years ago, leaving behind only ruins. But now it is as good as new, with no trace of the fire.

This Juxianlou, hidden in Little Fengdu, is indeed extraordinary.

"Wait here, I'll go find Master Guan first."

Yu Zhen gave a few words of advice, then carried his lantern and stepped into the gate of Juxianlou. Strangely enough, he hadn't taken more than a few steps before his figure disappeared into the dark night. Zhou Sheng gazed at Juxianlou, a building with a legendary reputation in Xunyang City. He could only see the swaying shadows of the trees and the deep darkness of the night. He could only vaguely make out the dim yellow light and shadows on the distant pavilion.

Despite being called a theater, it was so quiet that not a sound could be heard.

It's as if you're in another world without even stepping into the building.

Take the stage...

Thinking of those two words, a slight excitement welled up in his heart.

Unlike his previous haphazard performances, this time he was going to perform on stage properly. Sixteen years of studying opera seemed to have been all for this moment.

He lied to his master about one thing: when he performed on the stage surrounded by ghosts, he felt nervous and afraid, but more than anything, he felt anticipation and excitement.

It seemed that the more dangerous the scene, the more excited he became, and the potential of every inch of his flesh and blood was being stimulated, and his mind was clearer than ever before.

No wonder his master said that stepping onto the stage is like stealing the secrets of heaven, and one's kung fu can improve by leaps and bounds. Even before stepping onto the stage, he felt that his condition was better than ever before.

Ok?
Just then, Zhou Sheng suddenly sensed a hidden aura creeping towards him, like a cat tiptoeing closer and closer to his back.

The opponent's concealment technique was very powerful, and his movement technique was also remarkable. If he hadn't been in excellent condition at the moment, he might not have been able to detect him in time.

Zhou Sheng pretended not to notice and continued to stand at the door, but he was already prepared to make his move.

The next moment, as it approached Zhou Sheng within three zhang, a figure leaped out like a tiger or leopard, crawling on all fours with lightning speed.

Roar!
He heard a... tender tiger roar in his ear, like a young female tiger that hadn't been weaned yet, cute yet with a hint of danger.

Demon?
As if Zhou Sheng had eyes in the back of his head, he moved with the Bagua steps, his body suddenly flashing to the Xun position, easily dodging the sneak attack.

After his cultivation improved, both his movement and strength were greatly enhanced, and he could walk the Bagua Steps more easily, freely, gracefully and nimbly.

It was as if a gentle breeze was carrying him forward.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng also saw the figure that had ambushed him. His gaze paused, and he showed a look of surprise.

Because the one who attacked him was not a demon, but a little girl of seven or eight years old.

She crawled on all fours like a tiger or leopard, wearing a soft-haired tiger helmet and a tiger-shaped garment modified from an arrow robe, which was tight-fitting and short, making it easy for her to pounce.

Zhou Sheng immediately recognized it as a theatrical costume; the other person was playing the role of a tiger.

The term "tiger form" refers to the act of playing a tiger in traditional Chinese opera, such as the tiger in "Wu Song Fights the Tiger" or the tiger vanguard in "Havoc in Heaven".

Roar!
The little girl glared and bared her teeth, and with the gold powder on her eye sockets, she really did have the aura of a fierce tiger.

She pounced suddenly, her spine twisting like a wild beast. Her leaps, spins, and falls all happened in an instant, her movements swift and fierce, just like a tiger descending the mountain. Several times she almost grabbed Zhou Sheng's clothes.

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack, her eyes hardened, as if flames were about to burst forth.

A strange light appeared in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

The yellow robe with black patterns moved like thunder and lightning, leaping and bounding with the force of a rainbow!
This little girl has such a beautiful tiger-like form; her kung fu is already top-notch, truly embodying both form and spirit. It's just a pity she's a ghost.

Zhou Sheng was excited at the sight of the hunt and couldn't resist the urge to play. So he put on airs and started singing loudly.

"Ah—I hear the roar of tigers!"

"Om! I'll make your soul fly away—your courage vanish!!"

His voice was like thunder, with a drawn-out, lingering tone, as if he had drunk a thousand cups of strong liquor. Hidden within the overwhelming aroma of alcohol was a surge of bloodlust and a fierce killing intent.

The little girl playing the tiger was startled, then shook her head repeatedly, her voice crisp and clear.

"No, no, if you sing Wu Song, you'll beat me to death!"

"I don't want you to beat me to death!"

She kowtowed repeatedly.

"Officer Wu, spare my life!!"

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