A master of comedy!

Chapter 73 The Drama Maniac

In the pitch-black night, a figure stood on the rooftop, slowly lowering the precious carved bow in his hand.

The pale moonlight shone on the red-painted, white-haired face, revealing a pair of pale golden pupils as sharp as an eagle's.

Golden armor reflected in the snow, an old general with a fierce bow.

Zhou Sheng sings about Huang Zhong again!
Compared to when he sang "Dingjun Mountain" last time, the murderous intent in his eyes was stronger and his gaze was sharper.

After his eyes were opened, when he sang Huang Zhong's songs, his eyes became even more extraordinary. He could see clearly even in the dark, and could even vaguely see the figure performing the ritual through doors and walls.

However, the number of figures in that room is now increasing.

One, two, three...

In just a few breaths, the room, which had originally housed only one person, was now packed with 'people'.

Zhou Sheng's pupils narrowed, and he became even more vigilant.

Apart from the old Taoist priest being human, the others were all ghosts. Recalling the arrow that had just been blocked by three ghosts, Zhou Sheng knew that the old Taoist priest's greatest skill was the art of controlling ghosts!

He exhaled a breath of stale air from his chest and was about to continue drawing the bow when a sudden jolt of fear gripped him.

"Get out! Get out! All of you, get out and arrest them!"

The moment Zhou Sheng exhaled, the old Taoist priest's earlobe trembled slightly, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He stepped forward, tore off the yellow talisman pasted on a black jar, grabbed a willow branch, and began to whip the jar, shouting insults at it.

With each slap, the black jar trembled violently, and plumes of black smoke burst open from its mouth, rushing out the door.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Three more arrows came flying in, the black feathered arrows carrying the murderous aura of the Five Tiger Generals, piercing through the three plumes of black smoke like lightning.

Three figures fell to the ground, revealing their true forms with blood flowing from their seven orifices. They were all vengeful ghosts, but their souls were shattered, and they dissipated on the ground while screaming in agony.

In an instant, the momentum of the ghosts' charge faltered.

The old Taoist priest took out a ritual bell and shook it vigorously while chanting incantations.

Immediately afterwards, the wisps of black mist that had stopped rushed out of the house again.

Arrows flew, shooting down several more fierce ghosts in one go, but ultimately they broke through the doors and windows and came into the starry night.

But at this moment, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and the surroundings were empty; there was no one in sight.

"That person has already escaped. You're all a bunch of useless trash!"

The old Taoist priest walked out with a gloomy expression; his elongated earlobes had returned to normal.

The archer was too vigilant; when he missed, he fled a great distance. Although he had opened his ears, he could only hear sounds within a radius of a hundred feet.

The opponent had already escaped to a distance of a hundred feet.

Are you born in the Year of the Rabbit? How can you run so fast?

He couldn't even see the attacker's face, which was truly frustrating.

Thinking of this, he picked up a willow branch and whipped the ghosts around him a few more times. Only after listening to their shrill screams did his anger subside somewhat.

However, anger flashed in the eyes of those vengeful ghosts, who all turned back to stare at the old Taoist priest, baring their teeth and exuding a strong murderous aura.

The old Taoist priest's eyes twitched slightly, but he was not alarmed. He calculated that it had been twenty-seven days since these ghosts last fed.

No wonder there's such restlessness beneath the Soul-Capturing Bell.

He snorted coldly, turned around, and knocked on another door.

The handsome young apprentice came out yawning and asked, "Master, is there something you need?"

"Do your master a favor."

In the darkness of night, the old Taoist priest's smile appeared exceptionally kind.

"Master, you're too kind. Just say the word, and I'll do anything!"

"it is good."

The old Taoist priest smiled with satisfaction.

"Actually, I lied to you. You are not my only disciple. Before you, I had 48 disciples. You are the 49th."

The young Taoist boy stared wide-eyed, asking curiously, "So I have so many senior brothers! Where did they all go?"

"They are right beside their master, can't you see them?"

……

A moment later, pitiful screams and pleas for mercy echoed from inside the house, gradually fading away.

After feeding on the living, the ghosts seemed to become much more obedient, turning into black smoke and voluntarily entering the jar.

The last thing to float out of the threshold was the soul of the young Taoist boy, his body covered in blood and flesh, his eyes glazed over, as he drifted into the altar.

The old Taoist priest sealed the altar with talismans, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Instead, gazing at the feathered arrows on the wall stirred something within him. "These arrows... do they look like... those of the madman who caused such a ruckus in Qinggu County?"

"One of the church's incense protectors was killed there..."

The old Taoist priest frowned. The news of what happened in Qinggu County had already spread to a small circle. A madman who performed ghost plays had actually shot and killed the county magistrate and all the officials in public.

This also included a protector of incense from the Longhua sect and a rampaging soldier.

Later, even the county magistrate's mansion was massacred.

His ruthless methods, swift actions, and arrogant behavior earned him the nickname "Theatrical Madman" among the underworld.

It is said that the feathered arrows used by that madman at the time were of this style.

Of course, this is just speculation. It could also be other skilled archers, since this type of arrow is not too rare.

"If he really is that theatrical madman, why would he come to kill me?"

There was a hint of apprehension in the old Taoist's eyes. Everyone in the martial arts world knew that among the Yin Bai family, it was best not to provoke those opera singers.

Those people, they go crazy while singing, they can easily become obsessed.

However, once one goes astray and becomes possessed by evil, in the words of Yin Xi (a martial arts world), it is called "the person and the play become one," and one's combat power will increase dramatically, making one extremely troublesome.

The Zhao Family Troupe, which was famous throughout the martial arts world back then, had even killed ghosts and gods. The troupe leader, Yu Zhensheng, was favored by even the Buddha Mother, who invited him to perform many times.

"Could it be... that young man who gave me the Five Thunder Talisman on Xunyang East Street today?"

He quickly realized that the young man he had chosen might not be an ordinary person.

After all, the ghost bride who went to scare them not only didn't return, but her soul was also completely destroyed.

Immediately following this, someone tried to shoot him.

He is vengeful, ruthless, and domineering. Moreover, he never hesitates to act, and his ruthless and decisive style of doing things is indeed like that madman of the theater.

Having figured this out, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he plucked out several hairs from his beard.

"Why am I so unlucky lately? Could it be that I've offended the Grand Duke Jupiter?"

He recalled his own experience and painstakingly found the whereabouts of the sacred object, but the location was special, and to retrieve it, he would need a method of escaping underground.

So he requested the headquarters to send him the technique of earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic that allows one to escape into the ground), for which he incurred many favors. However, the agreed-upon date passed, and the other party failed to arrive.

He's practically become the gatekeeper of Little Fengdu.

After much thought, he finally came up with another way to retrieve the sacred object, but he needed to find someone with weak constitution, heavy yin energy and weak yang energy to cooperate with him.

First, he presents himself as a master by giving away talismans, then sends a ghost bride to harass and intimidate the other party. Once the Five Thunder Talisman takes effect, the other party will surely treat him like a god the next day and obey his every word.

Finally, he could carry out his plan to retrieve the sacred object.

Unexpectedly, the chosen person turned out to be a tough nut to crack, resulting in the deaths of several ghosts and the loss of a Five Thunder Talisman!

"No, I have to have my fortune told. This has been too strange lately!"

The old Taoist priest also knew some divination techniques, and immediately took out a copper coin to perform the divination.

“Unexpected disasters may be caused by cattle being tied up, or by the gain of a traveler, or by the disaster of a villager.”

"This is the Heavenly Thunder Without Error hexagram. It seems it's not that I'm offending Tai Sui, but rather that I've encountered a villain!"

He sat cross-legged, cursing inwardly, wishing he could curse the villain who had affected his luck to death.

……

"Ah!"

At the city gate of Little Fengdu, Zhou Sheng, who was carrying a lantern, suddenly sneezed.

If you miss a hit, you will be able to escape a thousand miles.

Realizing he might not be able to defeat his opponent, he left immediately without any hesitation.

I killed a few vengeful ghosts and even gained some energy for free.

His current goal is clear: to go to the Ghost Market and find Qinghetang to buy the essence of the five-colored mica.

After taking the medicine and improving his Taoist skills, he would then go and cause trouble for that old Taoist priest.

So many vengeful spirits, but they're all sources of energy.

What he likes most are people who raise ghosts.

They delivered right to my door, what a kind person!

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(End of this chapter)