A master of comedy!

Chapter 57 Lü Bu

Just as the little girl dressed as a rabbit was about to be dragged off the stage by the bully, the 'Monkey King' on the stage gritted his teeth and gripped his golden cudgel tightly, but ultimately did not dare to step forward to stop him.

A mistake on stage leads to a feast offstage.

This is the rule that the city lord set for Juxianlou. Anyone who dares to disobey it will suffer the torment of being burned by fire again and become like the people below the stage.

He had experienced that kind of excruciating pain before, and although he sympathized with Xiuxiu at this moment, he ultimately dared not act rashly.

For a moment, he felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in his hand.

The fake Sun Wukong was never the real Great Sage.

Backstage, Hongxian looked like a little tiger with its fur standing on end, about to pounce on Xiuxiu in tiger form.

But Zhou Sheng grabbed him by the back of the neck and flung his limbs around in the air.

"Xiuxiu calls me Boss, so I have to be loyal to her. You, you let me go right now!"

"Red Line, stop messing around."

Yao Tai Feng let out a cold shout, then her phoenix eyes sharpened, as if she had made up her mind. She flipped the bright silver spear in her hand, as if she was about to throw it.

She didn't want to endure it anymore.

Even if she could tolerate it, Zhao Zilong couldn't!

I'll kill that bully with one shot today, otherwise this gleaming silver spear will be too hot to handle.

However, the next moment, her wrist holding the gun was clamped by a hand, blocking what should have been an unstoppable shot.

Just as Yao Taifeng was about to turn her head to say something, a ripple suddenly appeared in her eyes.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng's eyes were tightly closed, his eyeballs trembled under his skin like drumbeats, and veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms.

It seemed as if something was brewing.

At that moment, the bully had already reached Xiuxiu's side, grinning maliciously as he lunged at her. The little girl was almost paralyzed with fear, cowering and trembling in fear.

At that critical moment, Zhou Sheng opened his eyes.

Boom!

Yao Taifeng seemed to hear a thunderclap, and her body felt a slight tingling sensation.

Her pupils contracted as she saw a pair of terrifying eyes.

His eyes flashed like thunder, blood filling his pupils, as if layers of lightning and fire were intertwined, as if they were not human eyes, but Vajra or divine generals enshrined in a temple.

Blood fills the pupils, thunder and fire burst forth, the universe revolves to discern ghosts and evil spirits!

In a flash, Zhou Sheng channeled a large amount of magical power into his eyes, using his newly opened magical eyes to unleash the Thunderous Wrathful Gaze technique from the Spirit Official Play.

In an instant, the ferocious ghost that had pounced onto the stage froze, its skin bursting open inch by inch, blood splattering like lava, as if struck by lightning.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

He rolled around on the stage, black smoke billowing from his body, leaving behind charred marks, before finally collapsing off the stage with a thud.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng's eyes had returned to normal, and he was quietly gazing at the stage, as if nothing had happened.

Because she was facing away from everyone, no one except Yaotai Feng noticed.

"Don't just stand there, musicians, continue!"

She gave a command in a deep voice, which snapped everyone out of their daze. As the drums and zither music resumed, the tense atmosphere from before faded away.

The performers on stage continued their performance. Xiuxiu, who played the rabbit, was pale-faced, but she still persevered and finished the performance without making any further mistakes.

When she returned backstage, she was trembling all over and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Thank you."

Yao Taifeng leaned close to Zhou Sheng and whispered her thanks in his ear, unheard by anyone.

Everyone else thought it was the violent outburst of fire energy within the bully that allowed Xiuxiu to escape death, but she knew it was because of that terrifying look in his eyes just now.

Whether it was her imagination or not, that one glance just now reminded her of Wang Lingguan from the play.

"Huh? Why are you thanking me?"

Zhou Sheng pretended to be confused and laughed it off, saying, "It seems that this fire evil energy is very unstable and could erupt at any time. Xiuxiu is truly blessed by heaven."

Yao Taifeng gave him a deep look and then said nothing more.

The play "Havoc in Heaven" was still playing and was nearing its end, but the bully, after a brief convulsion, stood up again.

Despite the excruciating pain, his eyes became even more ferocious, as if flames were about to erupt from them, as he stared intently at everyone on the stage.

Zhou Sheng frowned slightly. It seemed that with his current level of cultivation, even if he used all his strength, he couldn't kill a fierce ghost with just his eye skills.

Fortunately, the people on stage did not give the bully another chance, and there were no mistakes until the end.

The bully was so angry that he bared his teeth and his eyes blazed with fury.

As the actors left the stage, the audience, who had been quiet, began to stir again, shouting in pain and their hostility escalating.

They longed to continue listening to the opera, as if only in this way could they escape that extreme pain.

"Be careful."

Yao Taifeng suddenly gave a reminder, because it was Zhou Sheng's turn to sing the chorus.

Zhou Sheng simply nodded to her. Although he was inevitably a little nervous and excited, his expression remained calm and composed.

He thought for a moment, then whispered something to the little red thread that was still sulking.

The junior sister didn't know that Xiuxiu was the one Zhou Sheng saved. She was about to say that she would never talk to him again, but after hearing those words, her eyes lit up and she jumped up.

"Really?"

"of course."

She thumped her chest loudly and said, "If you can really do that, from now on... from now on you will be my boss. I'll go through fire and water for you. You tell me who to cut down, and I'll be the first one to do it!"

Despite his young age, he has a strong sense of chivalry and江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

"Okay."

Zhou Sheng extended his hand and smiled, "A gentleman's word is his bond."

"A dead horse cannot be caught up with!"

Little Red Line gave him a high five, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Yao Taifeng wanted to say something, but then she saw Zhou Sheng already standing tall and stepping onto the stage.

Faced with the perilous situation of being surrounded by ghosts, he showed no hesitation or trepidation, his feet planted firmly in a V-shape, as steady as Mount Tai.

His tall and slender back resembled a pine tree on a cliff, standing firm against the wind and frost.

The deep, slow, long drumbeats sounded like the distant neighing of warhorses, bringing a chilling and murderous atmosphere, making the stage seem like a battlefield.

A figure stepped out from under the curtain of the general's departure.

At that moment, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly became rapid, with the "four-beat head" followed by the "rapid wind," like war drums in an army, stirring up waves.

The ghosts below the stage quieted down slightly, but were still somewhat restless, with hundreds of pairs of bloodshot eyes fixed on the figure.

"The suspended scene...it wasn't good..."

"We want to see Feng Dajia... cross-dressing as Zhao Zilong..."

"He's still a newbie... No fun..."

"Come down! Come down!"

Before Zhou Sheng even appeared on stage, boos and jeers erupted from the audience.

The hanging yard was already unpopular, and they had just been provoked by that bully's behavior, causing their fiery energy to surge, making them even more ferocious and harsh.

Backstage, everyone was holding their breath for Zhou Sheng.

But the next moment, a burst of laughter erupted like thunder, turning the vast, calm lake into towering waves.

"Ha! Haha! Hahaha!"

Three bursts of wild laughter revealed his arrogance, and his loud, clear voice actually drowned out the rapid, wind-like drumbeats.

The commotion from the audience instantly subsided.

Zhou Sheng strode confidently, raised his eyes, and swept across the entire scene with an air of arrogance and disdain. Not a single ghost dared to meet his gaze.

He turned his back and dragged his halberd, then suddenly threw it into the air. The halberd shaft spun like a silver dragon, and he caught it with his other hand, the sharp tip pointing directly at the ghosts below the stage.

The feathers on the purple-gold crown stand upright like spears, further emphasizing its arrogance.

"Three thousand generals stand guard at the gate, commanding a million brave warriors!"

"Born with extraordinary talent, he wielded a halberd with a square shaft. He fought at Hulao Pass and was defeated, thus forming a sworn brotherhood in the Peach Garden."

His operatic recitation was clear and resonant, exuding an aura of dominance and showcasing the might of a flying general.

With a raised eyebrow, surrounded by ghosts, it seemed like a provocation.

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(End of this chapter)