A master of comedy!

Chapter 41 Book of Life and Death

Performing a ghost story, Erlang Shen!
The next moment, Zhou Sheng felt a sudden sting in his eyes, like being pricked by a needle, and he felt an urge to cry, as if he were being illuminated by a bright light.

Before he closed his eyes, he saw an open vertical pupil.

It was indeed an eye, majestic, vast, and sacred, radiating a dazzling divine light that made it difficult for mortals to look directly at it.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng actually sensed a trace of divine aura.

The actor and the role become one!

Zhou Sheng was struck by that aura and that demeanor, and those four words came to mind subconsciously.

With just a touch of vermilion and the opening of his voice, he instantly entered a state of perfect harmony between actor and actor.
The feeling of going through the motions effortlessly and naturally made it seem as if it were not a difficult task, but as simple as breathing.

"To see through three layers of karmic debts, to see through the nine twists and turns of reincarnation—"

The powerful and resonant opera singing rang out, echoing through the mountains like thunder, making Zhou Sheng's eardrums buzz.

The next moment, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble violently and rumble.

It was as if it were not a road, but the writhing intestines of a ghost or spirit.

Immediately afterwards, a hand grabbed Zhou Sheng's wrist tightly and pulled him forward.

Zhou Sheng opened his eyes and saw only his master's back. Strange white mist had somehow filled the surroundings.

"Stay close and don't get distracted. With the statue of the Patriarch on your back, the Judge can't touch you for a while. I've also broken the bewitching array, and now the other side is enraged and is getting serious."

"The surrounding fog will confuse your five senses and cause you to hallucinate. No matter what sounds you hear later, do not believe them and do not turn around!"

His master's voice was solemn, and Zhou Sheng nodded quickly, focusing on following his master's footsteps.

The master walked very fast, as if someone was chasing him.

After walking for a while, the surrounding scenery became increasingly desolate and unfamiliar, so quiet that not even a single cicada could be heard.

In the distance, amidst the white mist, rows of low houses were shrouded in a bluish light, with large red lanterns hanging at their entrances.

They seem so close, yet they feel worlds apart.

Dead silence, chilling cold, eerie.

and many more!

Zhou Sheng was startled, feeling that the scene was becoming increasingly familiar. Wasn't this... the Yin-Yang Road?
Did his master lead him on the path between the living and the dead?
Just then, he heard light footsteps behind him, getting closer and closer.

Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine, because judging from the sound, the judge who had been chasing him seemed to be right behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice rang out from behind.

"You brat, if you go any further, you'll be going to the underworld with him!"

Zhou Sheng felt as if struck by lightning. A chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, his scalp tingled, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Because that was the master's voice, and it was a method of transmitting sound.

“You are carrying the statue of the Patriarch. He cannot kill you in the mortal world for a while, but once you enter the underworld, the statue will be defiled by the Yellow Springs water and will be temporarily sealed and covered in dust. That will be your death day!”

"This mist is a supernatural power. Although I appear to be very close to you, we are actually quite far apart. I can only contact you through a secret method of transmitting sound. You brat, you'd better stop right now!"

Zhou Sheng slowly raised his head, gazing at the back of his master who was pulling him forward.

"Calm your mind and resist distracting thoughts. These mists will conjure inner demons to bewitch you, brat! Don't fall for their trap!"

The master in front also spoke, his voice exactly the same. Even with Zhou Sheng's familiarity with his master, he couldn't find any problem with it.

The two masters, one in front and one behind, must be lying; one of them is the judge in disguise!
If he guesses wrong, the consequences will be utter ruin!
He instinctively wanted to use the Luoshu, but suddenly his eyes lit up and he asked a question.

"Master, what was the first play you taught me?"

He was asking both the master in front and the master behind.

"Run for your lives first!" The master ahead didn't turn around, his voice tinged with anxiety, saying, "We'll talk about it later, I need to watch the road first!"

His master immediately transmitted a message to him from behind: "It's Huan Hou's play, 'Listening to the Qin and Breaking into the Tent'!"

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly, as if he already had the answer in his heart.

"Master, if you cannot answer this question..."

He used his other hand to move the box containing the statue of the patriarch behind him to the front, pressed the lid down, and stared intently at his master in front of him.

At this moment, the master in front sighed helplessly and said, "It's Zhang Fei's 'Listening to the Qin and Breaking into the Tent.' You, even at this point, still don't believe your master?"

Zhou Sheng laughed, and then opened the box without any hesitation, taking out the statue of the patriarch.

Golden rays of light burst forth, and the eerie atmosphere around them seemed to fade considerably.

The next moment, the master in front finally stopped running, released the hand that was tightly holding Zhou Sheng, and slowly turned around.

It was a face exactly like his master's, but the expression was icy and sinister to the point of being terrifying. Just a moment after meeting those eyes, Zhou Sheng felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It was as if the soul within the body was trembling, fearing, and shaking.

"You and your disciple, one an old fox and the other a young fox, were deceiving me all along."

Finally, it was no longer his master's voice, but a strange man's voice, deep, dignified, and magnetic.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable sense of oppression, exuding authority without anger.

The judge has finally shown himself!

Zhou Sheng felt no joy at his successful scheme. Instead, he hugged the statue of his ancestor tightly and took a few steps back, as if facing a formidable enemy, with every pore on his body standing on end.

At that moment, he felt as if he were being stared at from the abyss, and a profound terror of facing death cast a shadow over his soul.

Fortunately, the voice of his master behind him dispelled the fear.

"Haha, you shameless judge, you enjoy eavesdropping so much? Aren't you ashamed!"

"The first play I taught this child was 'The Case of Chen Shimei'!"

"Hmph, if Judge Bao's Dragon Head Guillotine could behead Chen Shimei, it might just be able to behead you, Judge Lu!"

The master spoke with righteous indignation, but Zhou Sheng showed a bitter smile and said, "Master, you'd better hurry up and come!"

The voices were so close, and I could hear footsteps, but I still couldn't see my master.

It seemed that every wisp of mist could distort the heavens and earth, adding many distances out of thin air.

"Don't rush, don't rush, your old bones are about to fall apart from running!"

Lu Pan gazed silently at Zhou Sheng, his eyes gleaming with divine light. His cold and dignified gaze pierced through Zhou Sheng's skin and reached the depths of his soul, like a judgment.

Then, He slowly spoke, His voice booming like a bell, His majesty as vast as the sea.

“Zhou Sheng, the 17,430,009th nail in the Yang Register.”

"Born in the 21st year of the Great Xuan Zhaode era, male, due to his lack of merit and disrespect for the gods in his previous life, he was born with a lifespan reduced by 55 years in this life. He was to die at the age of 5, at the hour of the first frost, from starvation."

He lived to the age of five.

Zhou Sheng's pupils dilated in shock; he hadn't expected the other party to directly expose the secret he had been desperately trying to hide.

"Resurrected through borrowing a corpse."

Lu Pan's radiant eyes stared silently at him as he said, word by word, "Then..."

"Who are you anyway?"

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(End of this chapter)