A master of comedy!

Chapter 72 Ghost Bride

The one knocking on the door wasn't a person, it was a ghost!
When Zhou Sheng realized this, his gaze instantly sharpened, and a hint of murderous intent appeared.

He only lost some yang energy, so how come even wandering ghosts dare to come knocking on his door?

Is dying once not enough, and you have to be completely annihilated?
Having slain vengeful ghosts and vanquished rampaging soldiers, Zhou Sheng, who could fearlessly perform in front of hundreds and thousands of vengeful ghosts at Juxianlou, was no longer the same person he once was.

There are ghosts outside the door, and ghost killers behind the door.

Without any hesitation, he pulled the bolt and opened the door.

squeak~
The wooden door made a sound, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet of the night.

There was no one outside the door, but when I looked down, I saw two embroidered shoes quietly placed at the entrance.

……

In a house on Xunyang East Street, in the middle of the night, an old Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe, was performing a ritual.

His long hair was disheveled, and he was holding a willow branch, striking a female statue on the table while muttering incantations.

"The sky is clear, the earth is murky, yin and yang are reversed, lamps are lit at midnight, and souls are summoned at dawn!"

"The Rouge Well is cold, the Bridge of Helplessness is deep, your corpse is withered and cold, your wronged soul lingers. Ghost Bride Lou Su'e, quickly obey my command..."

As he continued to whip the jade carving with willow branches, eerie weeping sounds rang out around him. Even more terrifying, streaks of blood appeared on the statue.

Blood slid down the statue, eventually landing on its feet, as if dressing them in a pair of brightly colored embroidered shoes.

……

Zhou Sheng stared at the pair of embroidered shoes by the door, his eyebrows twitching like swords.

These are exquisite embroidered shoes, seemingly worn during a wedding. The stitches are fine and the embroidery is delicate, with gold thread embellishing the slightly upturned toes.

It's definitely not something an ordinary family can afford.

The embroidered shoes were beautiful, but what was terrifying was that such a pair of shoes suddenly appeared outside the door at midnight.

An ordinary person would have been terrified, but Zhou Sheng kicked the embroidered shoes away with one foot.

"ill."

He cursed and then closed the door behind him, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a pair of embroidered shoes under the bed.

It was the pair that had been kicked away earlier.

"I wonder if the next step is to wait until I fall asleep and experience sleep paralysis, then I struggle desperately, wake up suddenly, only to find a pair of embroidered shoes pressing against my chest?"

Zhou Sheng sneered, "How come you ghosts are all so uncreative? All you do is copy each other?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, picked up the embroidered shoes, and turned to walk into the latrine.

"I'll throw you into the latrine and see if you'll still pretend then?"

Upon hearing this, the embroidered shoes suddenly trembled, as if trying to struggle, but were held tightly by Zhou Sheng's hand.

Even without performing ghost plays, his fifteen years of Taoist cultivation, the skills he had practiced diligently since childhood, and the physical body he had honed were enough to deal with many ghosts.

Just as he was about to reach the outhouse, the embroidered shoes seemed to become extremely anxious.

A shrill ghostly scream suddenly rang in Zhou Sheng's ears, and then his vision blurred, and his body stiffened.

clang!
A gong sounded.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

The next moment, he suddenly found himself in a wedding banquet, dressed in a groom's suit, and getting married.

Fantasy?

Zhou Sheng was somewhat surprised. He had underestimated this female ghost. To be able to forcibly pull him, who had fifteen years of cultivation, into an illusion was quite an achievement among ghosts.

"Bow, hurry up and bow, groom, what are you waiting for?"

Seeing that Zhou Sheng was not moving for a long time, many people started to shout.

Someone even reached out and pulled him, trying to force him to perform the wedding ceremony, but the next moment Zhou Sheng broke his arm.

He casually grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the table next to him and stabbed them directly into the man's eye socket, piercing through the back of his skull.

The blood splattered on Zhou Sheng's face made him look like a demon.

Pfft!
As the man's body fell, the surrounding crowd screamed in terror.

The next moment, Zhou Sheng's eyes widened in fury, his bloodshot veins like blazing flames, and lightning seemed to flash in his pupils, causing the surrounding houses to tremble violently. Wang Lingguan's eyes blazed with thunderous fury!

"roll!!"

A furious roar erupted, and a surge of murderous aura erupted like a volcano, instantly turning all the guests in the room into skeletons and dried corpses.

These all appear to be people she had killed.

A very fierce female ghost.

Zhou Sheng slowly turned his head, his murderous gaze falling on the slightly trembling bride.

"slave--"

Her voice trembled slightly, and she stopped abruptly as she was about to say something.

Because one hand was tightly gripping her neck, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to be burning with flames, he lifted her up with one arm.

Zhou Sheng stared at her and said, word by word, "I'm too lazy to play with you. I'll give you two choices: either I eat you up..."

As he spoke, he transformed into the mask of Zhong Kui, with an iron face, a bushy beard, and eyes like cinnabar. His gaping maw was filled with murderous intent.

My stomach is rumbling with hunger, my throat feels like the gates of hell, and my teeth are jagged and sharp as saws.

The hungry eyes and ferocious appearance instantly terrified the bride, and then, this vengeful ghost bride who had killed countless people actually... cried from fright.

The red veil fell, revealing a face streaked with tears.

So even ghosts can feel fear.

"Or tell me... who sent you?"

……

"Huh? That's strange, why isn't Lou Su'e moving?"

Before the altar, the old Taoist priest frowned and began to whip the statue with a willow branch again.

Lou Su'e was originally a bride who died violently on her wedding night. Her wedding dress turned into mourning clothes, and she was filled with resentment.

Later, when the groom married another woman, she possessed the bride and slaughtered all the guests. Her malevolence grew stronger day by day, and she would even possess the bride to commit evil deeds wherever there was a wedding nearby.

These fierce ghosts are unruly and difficult to tame. Even after being subdued, they often rebel, so they must be whipped with willow branches to be driven away.

As the willow branches continued to whip the jade carving, more and more bloodstains appeared, until finally the entire statue was stained blood red.

Even more piercing cries erupted from the surrounding area.

Ghosts fear willow branches, which have been used to whip ghosts since ancient times. His willow branch is specially made, soaked in talisman water, and he calls it the Ghost-Slaying Whip. No matter how fierce a ghost is, it will behave after a few lashes.

But this time, no matter how much he whipped it, the jade carving remained motionless.

After the sixteenth lash, accompanied by a crisp crack, cracks appeared on the entire jade carving, which then shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of debris.

The statue cracked, and the ghost died.

But for some reason, the crying was no longer shrill; instead, it carried a sense of relief.

"How is this going?"

"Only sixteen lashes, it shouldn't be that bad—"

Before the old Taoist priest could finish speaking, suddenly the hairs on his body stood on end, his brow throbbed with a dull ache, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped him.

Whoosh!
A jet-black arrow hummed as it pierced the air like lightning, instantly penetrating the wooden door. The black feathers at the end of the arrow stirred the air and emitted a humming sound like the low roar of a hungry tiger.

A single, cold star shines with boundless brilliance, piercing through clouds, chasing the moon, and breaking through the heavens!
In the nick of time, the old Taoist priest made the Five Ghosts Incantation with his hands, and several blurry figures vaguely appeared in front of him, all of which let out terrified cries.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The arrow pierced through three ghosts before it began to falter, and the old Taoist priest dodged it by sidestepping.

Nevertheless, the arrow still pierced deeply into the wall, demonstrating its immense power and unparalleled sharpness.

"Who dares to ambush this Daoist master?"

The old Taoist priest was surprised by the power of the arrow, but he did not back down. Instead, he twitched his ears, and his earlobes automatically grew longer, resembling the image of Buddha in a painting.

The earlobes trembled, as if they could hear sounds from all directions, even the distant falling of a leaf.

……

(End of this chapter)