A master of comedy!

Chapter 4 Fierce Zhang Fei

This black jar is very similar to the legendary "ghost-raising jar" or "yin-gathering jar". It is made of soil from ancient graves and old kilns, and has a heavy yin energy, which attracts ghosts.

But there's actually a hidden secret inside.

The jar is hollow inside, with talismans for warding off evil spirits buried inside, and the bottom of the jar is covered with a special layer of incense ash.

That was the incense ash from the incense burner of Huaguang Dadi, the patriarch worshipped by the Yinxi lineage.

Once a ghost enters the altar, it is like a moth drawn to a flame, or snow meeting boiling water; even the greatest malevolence will dissipate by more than half. Zhou Sheng only needs to seal the mouth of the altar to completely suppress it.

The choice between killing or saving depends on a single thought.

Using this method, he had already captured many vengeful ghosts. Although Shen Jinhua harbored deep resentment, Zhou Sheng believed that she couldn't see through his Bao Gong act.

As he predicted, Shen Jinhua's spirit gradually left the woman's body and flowed towards the jar.

But just when everything was about to be completed, things took an unexpected turn.

A large amount of dark red blood suddenly flowed from the woman's thigh, with a strong fishy smell, and even irregularly shaped chunks of flesh could be vaguely seen.

This is different from the blood flowing from the eyes or neck of the female ghost, which are illusions created by the condensation of resentment. The blood at this moment is real.

Zhou Sheng was startled, realizing something was wrong.

Tiankui?

No, it's not Tiankui. The actress in green who plays the female ghost... is actually pregnant!

She is pregnant, but it's still very early, maybe only a month or two, and she may not even know it herself.

Playing a female ghost on stage for a long time already depletes one's energy. Being possessed by a vengeful spirit and having one's bones corroded by yin energy, the nascent life suffered a catastrophic disaster.

The death before birth naturally breeds resentment, and with the power of this resentment, the possessing Shen Jinhua is likely to be able to see through her disguise as Bao Gong!
As expected, the soul that was about to leave the body instantly shrank back into the woman's body. She suddenly raised her blood-red eyes and stared intently at the crescent moon above Bao Gong's head.

The previously bright candlelight flickered again, and a strong wind blew, making the doors and windows creak.

At that moment, she finally saw it clearly.

The crescent moon, though perfectly straight, was painted on.

"You fake Bao Gong, how dare you deceive me—ah!!!"

Before the female ghost could finish speaking, Zhou Sheng acted first. He picked up the black jar and splashed the ash from the bottom onto the female ghost.

In an instant, as if ice and snow were melting, every grain of incense ash was like lava to the female ghost, burning away her yin energy and leaving her covered in sparks.

At that very moment, Zhou Sheng's gaze suddenly changed.

It was no longer the righteous indifference of an iron-fisted official, but the murderous aura of a tiger's eyes wide open, as if a volcano was hidden in his chest, about to explode and spew forth from his eyes.

At the same time, he quickly raised his sleeve to cover his face, and when he lowered his sleeve again, the Bao Gong mask had disappeared, replaced by a brand new mask.

His eyes were wide open like bronze bells, and his eyebrows were like flames billowing upwards.

With a tiger's nose and a leopard's mouth, its fangs bared, its roar like thunder that shakes the rivers and mountains!

There is a unique skill in traditional Chinese opera called face-changing, where performers can change their facial makeup and body movements in an instant, thus drawing applause from the audience.

Zhou Sheng was using this special skill at this moment, but unlike ordinary people, not only his face changed, but his entire body was crackling and popping.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant, towering figure.

He pushed his beard hard with both hands, raised his head high, bulged his chest, and strained his neck, causing the veins to bulge.

"Hey!!! You scoundrel, stop your arrogance! Zhang Yide of Yan is here!"

Marquis Huan, Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide!

A roar at Dangyang Bridge scared away Cao Cao's million-strong army.

Zhang Fei's roar possessed a soul-shaking, earth-shattering power, capable of even killing someone with its force; it was extremely domineering.

In traditional Chinese opera, "Yanrenhou" is not simply about having a loud voice, but rather a meticulously crafted "sound effect".

To open your voice, use the "tiger voice," forcefully expelling your breath from your dantian (lower abdomen) to impact your vocal cords and chest cavity, producing a highly penetrating explosive sound, like a muffled thunderclap in mid-air, making your eardrums buzz and your heart tremble!
Zhou Sheng's roar was truly as if he were possessed by the spirit of Duke Huan, with a sound that could shake the world and swallow mountains and rivers. The entire opera troupe was shaken, and the others' legs went weak. They all turned pale and fell to the ground.

The female ghost was already severely injured by the incense ash. With this roar, her soul was struck as if by a heavy blow and was directly shaken out of the body she was possessing.

The others could only feel a cold, eerie wind emanating from the scene, but none of them could see Shen Jinhua's ghost. Only Zhou Sheng, who played Zhang Fei, could vaguely see some ghostly figures.

That's enough.

His eyes were like copper bells, filled with murderous intent, and he was determined to kill this ghost completely!

If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!
When Huan Hou takes over, how can he be satisfied without killing to his heart's content?

He was clearly immersed in the role, his murderous intent and chilling aura blazing like oil on a hot fire, needing to be unleashed. And at this moment, Master Wu provided a perfect assist.

He took out the eighteen-foot spear from the backstage and threw it at Zhou Sheng with all his might, shouting, "Marquis Huan, catch the spear!"

At that moment, even though he knew perfectly well that the Marquis Huan on the stage was a fake, he still subconsciously uttered the name of the Marquis Huan.

It was as if the man before them had truly emerged from the billowing dust of Changban Slope, a lone warrior holding the pass.

Zhou Sheng stepped onto the platform as if a mountain had collapsed and the ground had caved in. His body leaped up like a black tiger pouncing on its prey, flipping and tumbling in the air. The moment he landed, his legs whipped back like steel whips and he rose up again.

The dragon gathers its strength in the spiral pillar, and the hawk flips and takes its final shape.

At the same time, the tiger claw exerts force, its five fingers like hooks, scooping up the sea in mid-air.

hum!
The jet-black spear trembled and hummed in his palm. He twisted his body and glared at the enemy formation, his eyes bulging as if about to burst, his beard bristling, and the spearhead resembling a dragon spitting its tongue.

This series of movements combines the acrobatic skills and physical techniques of traditional Chinese opera, such as pouncing on a tiger, twisting a pillar, hawk somersaulting, probing the sea, and stomping on mud while holding a spear. The pouncing, somersaulting, spinning, and settling all happen in the blink of an eye!

Such impressive skill left even the martial arts actor Xiaoshan speechless.

"You scoundrel, take this from my spear!"

With the spear in hand, Zhou Sheng's murderous aura swelled to its limit. He strode forward like a drum, heading straight for the female ghost Shen Jinhua.

boom!
The spear, like a bolt of lightning, grazed the eyes of the martial arts student Xiaoshan and embedded itself deeply in a nearby pillar, leaving cracks like a spider web.

The surging wind from the gunfire scattered Xiaoshan's hair, and through the sharp spear, he seemed to see a blood-soaked woman's figure.

Just now... Sister Jin wanted to possess me?

"Don't run, thief!"

Zhou Sheng shouted again and immediately drew his spear to pursue. His spear danced in his hand, his spear technique was fierce and domineering, fast as lightning, and every move exuded the aura of a battle-hardened general.

Although no one could see Shen Jinhua's ghost, they could hear faint, panicked cries coming from the air, as if she were fleeing for her life in a panic.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Without the sound of drums, Zhou Sheng's footsteps sounded like war drums, shaking the entire stage.

But the female ghost was too fast, and she always managed to escape the spear with great difficulty.

"Waaaaah!"

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, Zhou Sheng's murderous intent and ferocity grew stronger, like a tiger general fighting bare-chested on the battlefield, displaying his fighting spirit and unleashing his potential.

Accompanied by a roar like a raging storm and a thunderous flash, the spear in his hand became faster and more ferocious.

No matter where the female ghost fled, the spear followed instantly, blasting everything in its path to smithereens.

The female ghost tried to hide by using hard objects, but whether it was beams or stone walls, they were all as fragile as paper in front of that terrifying spear.

Wood and stone fragments flew everywhere, like hidden weapons darting about.

Those who stand in my way will be shattered!
With the eighty-first shot, Zhou Sheng felt as if thunder had exploded in his mind, and he seemed to enter a state of extreme self-forgetfulness.

At that moment, he forgot who he was, who his enemy was, and even where he was.

All we know is that his name is Zhang Fei, courtesy name Yide, a sworn brother of the Peach Garden Oath, and a warrior capable of defeating ten thousand men on the battlefield!
The actor and the role become one.

"Bah!!!"

A furious shout seemed to echo from the Dangyang Bridge thousands of years ago.

It roars and shatters a thousand layers of green stone waves; it drinks and stops the Yellow River from flowing!
The female ghost trembled with yin energy, and her body stiffened for a moment, as if struck by lightning.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, black spear pierced through her soul, pinning her alive to the wall.

The murderous aura emanating from the legendary warrior scorched Shen Jinhua's soul like flames through the serpent spear, causing her to let out an extremely shrill scream.

The yin energy transformed into drops of black blood, flowing continuously along the serpent spear, making the two blood grooves even darker and colder.

She struggled desperately, screaming something with a shrill expression, but Zhou Sheng's eyes were like fire, his murderous aura soaring to the sky, and he completely ignored her.

A moment later, the vengeful ghost of the opera troupe finally vanished into thin air.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure that stood firm like an iron tower.

Perhaps due to the excessive turbulence of his qi and blood, wisps of thin smoke-like mist swirled and rose around him, his flesh and blood turning into a furnace, radiating invisible heat waves.

This scene was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

Seriously:
On the stage, the fierce general Zhang Fei slays demons and gods with eighty-one spear thrusts!

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(End of this chapter)