A master of comedy!

Chapter 58 The Anomaly of the Luoshu
"Pretty!"

"The show is ready!"

The people backstage all knew their stuff; as soon as the play began, a look of shock flashed in their eyes.

What an impressive young man!

That voice, that skill—it's so clean and beautiful, almost on par with their star performer, Master Feng.

Some even showed a hint of enjoyment in their eyes, already immersed in it.

"It's not that he can't hold his liquor; it's clear he has something on his mind. One is like a tiger emerging from the mountains, the other like a wolf from Kui Mountain. When the two clash on the battlefield, the wolf will surely be injured, and the tiger will surely suffer..."

On the stage, Zhou Sheng's singing was high-pitched, his voice like a silver spear piercing the air, the ending notes soaring to the heavens, yet still retaining charm and leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Generally speaking, martial arts performers who train hard from a young age tend to be weaker in singing.

But as soon as Zhou Sheng opened his mouth, not only the audience below the stage, but even many veteran actors backstage couldn't help but start nodding and swaying their heads, including even Master Guan of Juxianlou.

After a long silence, he let out a long sigh.

"What a resounding voice! He truly deserves the name 'Dragon Piercing the Clouds'..."

Yao Taifeng's beautiful eyes gleamed with a strange light as she stared intently at the figure on the stage, mimicking the other person's singing with small, rhythmic movements.

It seems like learning, but it also seems like comparison.

However, not everyone in the audience was completely absorbed in the experience.

The bully stared with bloodshot eyes, scrutinizing Lü Fengxian on the stage, a hint of suspicion gradually creeping into his expression.

This new opera singer...does he look somewhat familiar?

The fiery energy within his soul stirred within him, giving rise to a strong desire.

Having experienced the taste of eating ghosts, he preferred the latter to listening to opera.

Once the actors on stage are torn apart and devoured, the icy yin energy can cool down the fire within the body, like drinking ice on a summer's day.

This is why he would rather endure the pain and not concentrate on the opera than not try to intimidate the actors.

He wanted to be the first to rush onto the stage so he could eat the most.

However, the newcomer who sang "Shooting the Halberd at the Gate" this time seemed quite formidable, as he remained completely unaffected by his intimidating gaze.

Not to mention the mistakes, even the handling of every sustained note was perfect.

As he waited, he became increasingly impatient, and the pain on his skin intensified.

"The halberd was placed on the gate!"

As he sang this line, a glint flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes, but instead of handing the halberd to the soldier beside him, he tossed it into the air.

Whoosh!
The halberd flew like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the audience's seats.

Was it a mistake?
The bully's eyes flashed with bloodlust. He was a frequent audience member of opera in his lifetime, so he naturally knew that the Fangtian Halberd was meant to be placed in the center of the gate on the stage, and there was no reason to put it below the stage.

Unfortunately, this was not a mistake.

The next moment, Hongxian, dressed in armor, leaped up and caught the halberd in mid-air. He then stood in the center of the stage at the end of the stands, a hundred paces away from the stage.

From a distance, the red tassel on the halberd was almost an invisible black dot, still swaying slightly.

Zhou Sheng had already taken out the iron-framed bow and slowly nocked a black arrow onto the string.

In an instant, everyone present was astonished.

Those were real arrows. Did this newcomer on the stage intend to shoot off the red tassel on the halberd from a hundred paces away?

Instantly, countless blood-red eyes stared intently at the bow and arrow in Zhou Sheng's hand. Instead of the pain of being burned by the fire, they were filled with excitement and anticipation.

If it succeeds, it will be a masterpiece; if it fails, it will ruin the event.

At that time, everyone will rush in and tear it apart and devour it!
"With the halberd planted in the center, if I shoot it, both sides will cease hostilities; if I miss, then it is up to both sides to set up the battlefield!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Sheng calmly finished singing his lines before raising his bow and slowly drawing the string.

At this moment, the rousing gongs and drums turned into cold hammer blows, with only three faint "da, da, da" sounds like heartbeats audible, and the entire audience held their breath. Zhou Sheng stood in a bow stance, his eyes slightly narrowed, but he hesitated to shoot the arrow, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Gradually, the audience seemed to get impatient and started to stir again.

The most restless one was that bully.

His eyes were fixed on Zhou Sheng, his hands even resting on the edge of the stage, ready to pounce at any moment.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a blood-red light, revealing a look of excitement.

Perhaps due to excessive pressure, or perhaps due to maintaining the archery posture for too long, Zhou Sheng's body swayed slightly, and his bow stance seemed somewhat unsteady.

He's about to make a mistake!!

Thinking of this, the bully decided not to wait for the arrow any longer and instead rushed onto the stage, lunging at Zhou Sheng.

But the next moment, he saw a pair of eyes full of mockery and murderous intent.

It’s you who’s waiting!
Zhou Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with cold light, and shouted, "Take this!"

With a release from the right hand, the bowstring vibrated, and the arrow shot out like a shooting star chasing the moon, swift as lightning!

The arrow was incredibly fast, its sharp whistling sound like tearing silk, carrying the murderous aura of a flying general, and instantly pierced the bully's brow.

Whoosh!
Amidst the piercing screams, the arrow, still powerful, flew forward, piercing the red tassel off the halberd.

The arrow's fletching embedded itself in the cracks of the wall, trembling like a bee's tail.

At this moment, Hongying slowly landed.

Little Red Thread, holding onto the halberd, stared wide-eyed, speechless with shock. She had been so frightened that she had closed her eyes, only to hear the sound of arrows whizzing past her head.

Even so, she stood up straight and didn't move an inch, especially her hands that were holding the halberd, which remained completely still.

Because her junior brother... no, her boss told her that if she wanted to avenge Sister Lian and kill that bully, she should hold onto the halberd and not move.

Pfft!
A muffled thud came from the stage, and the bully had already knelt down on the stage, with a large hole split open between his eyebrows. However, there was no blood in the wound; instead, it looked like charred ash.

Click!

With a series of crisp sounds, his body cracked as if it were shattered porcelain, leaving behind a series of fissures.

What can you use to block this arrow, a strike that takes fifteen years of cultivation?

The next moment, a thunderous cheer erupted from the stands. The audience was so impressed by the arrow that they could hardly tell whether the person on the stage was an actor or the Marquis Wen.
One arrow shot out a round of applause.

Not only the people in the stands, but also those backstage stood up to praise the event, expressing their excitement.

It felt like he had finally vented his anger.

They had figured out Zhou Sheng's plan: to place the halberd behind the stands, aligning it perfectly with the bully's seat.

Then, feigning a mistake, he lured the opponent to their feet and then unleashed the arrow he had been holding back.

This wasn't an intentional attempt to shoot at the audience; you just walked right into it yourself. Blame it on your bad luck for not following the rules.

Amid cheers, the bully, however unwilling, could not stop his shattered soul from scattering across the ground with a crash, resembling a pile of red-hot iron filings.

A cold smile flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

Are you going to make me pay after the show is over?
Sorry, you won't be able to finish watching this show.

The next moment, the Luo Shu in his mind lit up, gradually becoming brighter from dim.

This was expected, but Zhou Sheng was suddenly startled, his eyes flashing with barely suppressed excitement.

Because the Luo Shu not only gained the energy to slay bullies, but also...

He saw streaks of brilliant light, like fireflies, fly out from the cheering audience and disappear into the Luo River Book.

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(End of this chapter)