A master of comedy!

Chapter 37 The Chewing Ghost
clang! clang! clang! clang!
Inside the government office, the clanging of metal resounded incessantly, deafeningly loud.

If there were any other living people here, they would see a very strange scene: a majestic giant wearing a bright red official robe and painted with Zhong Kui's face, holding a four-foot-long demon-slaying sword, roaring like thunder, and the sword shadows like the wind.

The sharp sword was clearly slashing through the air, yet it produced a piercing clang and sparks rained down.

Zhou Sheng's eyes, blazing like a hungry tiger, reflected the figure of the rampaging soldier.

One sword, one sword, and yet another sword!
He strode with the steps of a tiger, his beard and hair bristling, his muscles crackling and his bones creaking, faintly emitting a thunderous sound, truly resembling a ferocious tiger that had come to life.

The soldier was also skilled in martial arts, but he was injured twice by the gavel and intimidated by Zhong Kui's ferocious power to devour ghosts. For a time, he was forced to retreat repeatedly.

"Whoa, whoa--"

Zhou Sheng fought with increasing ferocity, unleashing thunderous operatic vocals and shooting out two piercing beams of fierce light from his eyes.

"Stop running! Stop running! Stop running!"

"My stomach is growling with hunger!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than his stomach exploded with a loud rumble, as if his intestines were violently writhing and howling like thunder.

The sword in his hand grew faster and faster, and the murderous aura intensified.

boom!
With a flash of sword light, a thick paulownia wood pillar was severed in two, and flying wood chips shot in all directions like hidden weapons.

The entire government office shook violently, and the roof trembled and swayed.

Dust fell like rain, only to be blasted away by the soaring, malevolent aura.

Zhou Sheng was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy, becoming increasingly immersed in the role, almost to the point of forgetting who he was. He only remembered that his stomach was rumbling with hunger, and that the demons before him were like wine to accompany his hunger!

"Steamed, it's too lean!"

"Braised pork is too fatty!"

"How to eat it? How to eat it?"

clang! ! !
Amid a barrage of questions, the two simultaneously swung their swords down, the ear-piercing clang of metal almost shaking the roof tiles, and the scorching sparks illuminating their fierce eyes.

A pair of blood-red eyes, like copper bells.

A pair of phosphorescent flames flared, fierce and cold.

Clearly, the arrogant soldier had recovered from the lingering shock of the gavel and was now filled with fierce courage and an astonishing fighting spirit.

In this exchange of sword strikes, neither of them retreated an inch, as if locked in a wrestling match.

The ancient sword hummed, and the Supreme Demon-Slaying Mantra engraved on it shone brightly. The sword in the soldier's hand was no ordinary weapon either, and it was in no way inferior to the other.

"A mere fake Zhong Kui dares to try and eat me?"

"An actor will always be an actor!"

When Changbing spoke for the first time, his voice was hoarse and rough, as if sand and gravel were rubbing against his throat.

However, what responded to him was a raging fire.

Zhong Kui breathes fire!

In the classic Hebei Bangzi opera "Zhong Kui", there is Zhong Kui's amazing skill of breathing fire.

Although Zhong Kui is a ghost, he hates evil as if it were his enemy, and is violent and upright. He can kill evil ghosts and breathe fire, making him a hero among ghosts!
This fire is no ordinary fire; it is the fierce and malevolent fire from the five internal organs, which is specifically designed to burn all kinds of demons and monsters!
The soldier was caught off guard by the opponent's skill and screamed in agony as the flesh on his face melted away like wax.

Even the phosphorescent light dancing in their eyes flickered and swayed.

Zhou Sheng, having gained the upper hand, was unforgiving and stepped forward to brandish his sword.

"It smells so good! It smells so good!"

"Roast you until you're three-tenths crispy—perfect with a drink!"

The sword shadows were like a storm, slashing at the soldiers' bodies, leaving sword marks on their ancient armor, and constantly emanating a sinister aura.

These mad soldiers truly live up to their reputation as elites of the underworld. Ordinary ghosts would be annihilated by a single sword strike from Zhou Sheng, and even a fierce ghost like Shen Jinhua could only withstand three to five sword strikes at most.

Despite enduring more than a dozen sword blows, this arrogant soldier still had the strength to fight on.

He finally sensed the danger. The person performing the ghost opera before him actually possessed three-tenths of the spirit of the Celestial Master Zhong Kui, and was gradually approaching the realm of perfect harmony between man and actor.

As a soldier of the underworld, He naturally knew that for a master of underworld drama, the higher one's cultivation and the deeper one's immersion in the role, the stronger one's supernatural powers would be.

We absolutely cannot let this kid get any more into character, or he might really be in trouble here!
The arrogant soldier never expected that Magistrate Zhu had provoked such a vicious person. Roar!!!
He suddenly let out a roar, like a brave warrior charging into battle to the death, unleashing his last fighting spirit amidst an ambush.

The yin energy surged, howling like a wind.

Immediately afterwards, His already imposing, towering body grew even taller, even tearing through His armor to reveal His sinews and muscles, which resembled a coiled dragon.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a bronze-armored giant over ten feet tall!

boom!
He swung his sword, sending Zhou Sheng flying three zhang away and knocking the case away.

Zhou Sheng's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and blood rolled down from the split between his thumb and forefinger.

At this moment, his originally imposing figure, after being dressed as Zhong Kui, appeared small in front of the other party.

"Do these opera singers really think they're Zhong Kui?"

Phosphorescent flames flickered in the soldier's eyes, like two blazing lanterns, and each breath he exhaled was like a long wind.

"Eat me? Today I'm going to eat you alive!!"

"This will help me replenish my lost cultivation!"

He strode forward, each step shattering the blue bricks beneath his feet, leaving behind a huge black footprint.

Before the person even arrived, the howling wind had already made Zhou Sheng's hair and beard stand on end, his skin tremble, and he could barely open his eyes.

He raised his sword to block.

clang! ! !
Zhou Sheng's figure retreated again, smashing a beam and causing it to crack. Hot blood gushed from his tiger's mouth, and the sword hummed and trembled.

"Didn't you want to eat me?"

boom!
Another sword!
Come on!

Sword after sword, sparks flying, with overwhelming force.

The situation had now completely reversed. Zhou Sheng retreated continuously, even coughing up blood, his hair and beard disheveled. But as he bled from his injuries, the murderous aura in his crimson pupils grew stronger.

With the seventh sword strike, Zhou Sheng's Ghost-Slaying Sword was knocked from his hand, spinning and embedding itself in the pillar, its hilt trembling violently.

He could no longer hold the sword, and his body had retreated to the very back, crashing into the wall.

At that very moment, the murderous aura and rage surging within his chest finally reached their peak and exploded with a deafening roar.

Green smoke rises from Laozi's furnace.

Boom!

He felt as if thunder had exploded in his mind, and he once again reached the wondrous state of perfect harmony between man and role that he had experienced when he sang the role of Huanhou.

I am Zhong Kui, and Zhong Kui is me!
In a daze, he seemed to see the emperor, who took the top scholar title from him simply because of his ugly appearance.

How can a true man endure such humiliation?

Enraged, he smashed his head against the Golden Palace and died. His loyal heart and blood, like an indelible cinnabar stain, dyed the gilded bronze pillar red.

Zhou Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce aura emanating from him, and blood trickled down his forehead, as if he had just died by hitting a pillar.

He stared at the soldier whose expression had changed slightly, licked his lips, clenched his fists and raised them, his eyes wide with anger, his voice booming like thunder, and struck a pose reminiscent of a traditional Chinese opera tiger-subduing stance.

The next moment, Zhou Sheng's figure suddenly disappeared, displaying extraordinary agility. Like a red lightning bolt, he dodged the swords of the madman one after another, and pounced on the back of the opponent like a tiger descending the mountain.

It opened its blood-red maw, its sharp teeth tearing viciously at the flesh on its neck.

The blood, condensed from yin energy, dampened his long, halberd-like beard.

He laughed loudly, his voice like thunder.

"The intestines are the road to the underworld, and the stomach is the mirror of retribution."

"Today we chew on evil spirits—"

"Happy! So happy!"

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(End of this chapter)