A master of comedy!

Chapter 67 Exposed
"A great hero, invincible!"

"Destroy the Qin dynasty, reclaim the lands of Chu, and wage war against both the Han and the barbarians—"

On the stage, thunderous sounds erupted, accompanied by the stirring gongs, drums, and suonas. The Overlord walked nine circles around the stage, his palms outstretched as if lifting a tripod, his helmet trembling as he moved, causing the pearl necklaces on his eight sides to jingle.

The strength is overwhelming and the world is unparalleled!
Zhou Sheng's portrayal of the Overlord truly exudes an invincible domineering and arrogant aura. His voice is booming and full of timbre. His singing style appears simple and unadorned, but in reality, it is powerful, vigorous, and full of momentum.

For a moment, even the suona, which was said to be worth ten thousand taels of gold, was forcefully suppressed.

The audience cheered and applauded enthusiastically.

"it is good……"

"This overlord... is truly exhilarating!"

"It's so enjoyable!"

They quickly became engrossed in the performance, their eyes completely drawn to the Overlord on the stage.

The actors backstage, who hadn't yet gone on stage, all showed expressions of shock.

They are better able to see the intricacies of the situation than the audience.

"I used to think that Boss Long's most outstanding skill was his martial arts prowess, but now it seems that his great voice... is what truly made him a favorite of the patriarch!"

"That voice is absolutely amazing, just like Boss Feng's. It's something we can only envy, a natural talent!"

"Looking at the entire Juxianlou, only the troupe leader can compare..."

Master Guan was also watching the play intently. Upon hearing this, he immediately laughed and said, "The younger generation surpasses the older generation. When it comes to singing 'Overlord,' I am not as good as Boss Long."

He felt no jealousy whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt a heartfelt joy.

Seeing the younger generation of Peking Opera performers excel and take on leading roles, surpassing even the old folks like them, it's clear that Peking Opera truly has hope.

"However, the troupe leader's Guan Gong performance is absolutely superb. No matter how good Boss Long's voice is, he can never steal the title of the living Guan Gong from you!"

Upon hearing the words "Living Guan Gong," the troupe leader's eyes were touched.

After a long while, he looked at Zhou Sheng on the stage with expectation in his eyes.

"I do hope... that a younger generation can take over this title."

……

The stage was bustling with people.

The four Han generals, Cao Can, Ying Bu, Kong Xi, Chen He, Peng Yue, Wang Ling, Zhou Bo, Fan Kuai, and Liu Bang are listed above.

The struggle between Chu and Han has reached a fever pitch, with the two armies locked in a fierce battle.

"Liu Bang! I spared your life after the defeat at Guling, and I haven't personally fought you for five years. Today, I'll see who is superior!"

The Overlord's Spear was pointed at the Han camp, exuding a murderous aura.

The actor playing Liu Bang is Xiao Wu, who sang a monkey opera last night. He's been famous for a long time, but he still felt immense pressure performing opposite Zhou Sheng.

"Xiang Yu! I will fight you with wits, not brute force. Today, in this battle, I will ensure the complete annihilation of your army!"

"Nonsense! Take this!"

The Overlord's voice was like thunder, and the wind from his spear howled as if a gale had swept through, causing his dark, cloud-like beard to billow and dance wildly.

The spear flew horizontally like a black dragon twisting a pillar, smashing into Fan Kuai until his tiger's mouth trembled.

Eight Han generals attacked from both the left and right flanks.

At this moment, the rapid drumbeats and chaotic hammering, combined with the loud clanging of the gongs, instantly brought the atmosphere on the field to its peak.

A great battle erupted!

“Waaaaaaaaaaa——”

The Overlord's roar was like a tiger howling in the mountains and forests, and the tiger-headed dragon halberd in his hand, which was about twelve feet and nine inches long, roared like a whirlwind through the jade trees, blowing down a chilling scene.

Single-handedly, he routed the eight Han generals.

The audience erupted in cheers upon seeing this, the applause deafening and lasting for a long time.

As they continued to cheer, the fiery aura around them gradually dissipated, and countless firefly-like rays of light surged into the Luoshu in Zhou Sheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing this, Zhou Sheng was greatly encouraged and began to display his skills even more. He used the Tiger Spear, the Nine-Spear, the Horse Spear, the Hard Three Spears... The spear followed him like a shadow, as if it had become a part of his flesh and blood. He wielded it so skillfully that it was dazzling and overwhelming.

The visual impact raised the cheers from the audience to a whole new level.

In such a frenzied atmosphere, their charred skin gradually returned to normal, as if they were no longer vengeful ghosts suffering from the torment of fire, but simply spectators appreciating the opera.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Sheng noticed a red mark on the neck of someone in the row in front of him.

It looks like someone has put a rope around it.

Only after the charred black residue dissipated did the red marks become visible.

He recalled the diners' discussion and felt a chill run down his spine. It seemed the rumors were true; before the fire, someone had indeed put ropes around their necks.

However, he didn't have time to think too much. After doing a few more difficult blanket exercises, he felt that the speed at which Luo Shu was gaining energy was no longer increasing, so he stopped.

It seems that this is the limit of his current abilities.

At this moment, the Luoshu was becoming luminous at a visible speed, with a glimmer of light shining in every crack.

We gained even more than last night!
Zhou Sheng was overjoyed. Perhaps he wouldn't have to wait any longer. After the opera performance tonight, he might be able to have Luo Shu divine the whereabouts of the Five-Colored Mica Essence.

But the next moment, his pupils contracted, and the joy in his heart vanished as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

Because a drop of sweat was sliding down my back.

The corpse-driving talisman that sealed off his yang energy was also drawn on his back.

Oops!

Zhou Sheng's mind raced as he realized he had just made a fatal mistake: he was too eager to gain more energy and kept performing various difficult maneuvers.

He made no mistakes, but he overlooked the fact that he was sweating.

The costume worn by the Overlord was already thick and stuffy, and with the strenuous activity he had been engaged in, the sweat on his back was increasing.

He was still singing, but he could clearly sense that the talisman for transporting corpses, written in cinnabar on his back, was getting wet and blurry with sweat.

……

Backstage, Yao Taifeng, who had temporarily left the stage, immediately sensed something was wrong, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Strange, something seems off about him.

The singing has become flat, and the movements have slowed down. Is it because you're tired?
Others might not notice, but as Yu Ji, she had an extraordinary sensitivity to the King's condition.

That shouldn't be Zhou Sheng's overlord!

Suddenly, Little Red Line, who was practicing dog-like movements, sniffed the air, and tears of emotion streamed down her face.

Fragrant!
It smells so good!

"Who's pooping—no, I mean, does it smell like a living person!"

Her voice startled everyone, and they all looked around immediately.

They knew very well that Hongxian would never lie; when she transformed into her dog form, her nose was practically like that of a celestial hound.

Soon, the audience below the stage became restless.

"Living people! Living beings!"

"There's someone alive! Where...?"

"I'm so hungry, so hungry!"

"There are living people hiding here..."

They were all immersed in the play, their appearances were changing towards normal people, but at this moment they were all attracted by that living aura and turned back into their ghostly forms.

Burn marks appeared on his charred body, and wisps of black smoke rose from his cracked skin.

Pairs of bloodshot eyes were frantically searching, not missing a single corner of the audience, and... the stage.

……

　Thank you to Longyuan Laowang for the 200 reward, and thank you to Po Cang Zhi Ren, Wu Xin 3735, and Shu You 20200806115538392 for the 100 reward. Sending love!

　　
　
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