A master of comedy!

Chapter 92 A Beauty Gives Me Clothes
"roll."

Zhou Sheng's voice was deep and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. His originally handsome face became like that of a demon god incarnate, a killing star descended to earth.

With the might of his tiger-slaying prowess and the sheer fright of his presence, even the two ghostly soldiers couldn't muster the courage to draw their swords.

They shuddered, dared not utter another word, and turned to flee.

"and many more."

Zhou Sheng's voice rang out again, startling them so much that they froze on the spot, not daring to move an inch.

"Take this beast back."

Zhou Sheng stood up, kicked the limp tiger on the ground, and said indifferently, "Remember, our Juxianlou is only for people to watch shows, not for beasts."

"Yes, yes, we understand!"

"Thank you, hero! Thank you, hero!"

The two men carried the tiger with utmost respect, their steps quickening despite the great effort, as if the closer they got to the malevolent star, the hotter it became on their feet.

"clang!"

With the sound of a gong, Master Guan stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting to the audience, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the stage has collapsed, so this is the end of the performance for today. We will also be taking a two-day break to repair the stage. Please forgive us and be understanding!"

After he finished speaking, the audience below the stage was very quiet, and countless pairs of eyes seemed to be shining with some kind of light.

Master Guan felt the pressure, his brows furrowing slightly, worried that these vengeful ghosts would cause trouble because they couldn't see the show.

Over the past decade or so, Juxianlou has had its share of cancellations, but even with valid reasons, the audience would still cause a ruckus, since without the performance, the fiery aura could not dissipate.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened to him.

"Boss Long, your portrayal of Wu Song fighting the tiger was absolutely brilliant!"

"That's the Great General's 'Chewing Dragon,' it's incredibly domineering in the Ghost Market. Haha, that was a really satisfying and exhilarating fight!"

"Boss Long, we support you! We'll all be waiting to see your show again in two days!"

"Soaring Dragon in the Clouds, Phoenix on the Jade Terrace, you two are truly amazing!"

"Boss Long is the most amazing!"

"No, no, no, I still prefer Boss Feng!"

"Oh!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!"

……

The play had ended, but none of the audience members left; instead, they all cheered for Zhou Sheng.

Many people became die-hard fans of Boss Long's operas, and even got into arguments with Boss Feng's fans.

Having witnessed such a spectacular show, the fiery aura around them had almost completely disappeared, and they temporarily became no different from normal people.

This scene made Zhou Sheng feel somewhat emotional.

He suddenly realized that these seemingly terrifying fiery ghosts in the audience were once just people who were obsessed with the play.

The fire trapped not only the actors of Juxianlou, but also the audience members who were sometimes lucid and sometimes in pain.

……

Backstage.

Xiao Wu's wife, Yun Niang, glanced at Yao Tai Feng with some concern, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Xiao Feng, the audience is just too excited after watching the play, don't take it to heart."

For many years, Yao Taifeng has been the mainstay and the biggest star of Juxianlou. In the opera industry, it is easy for a newcomer who has only been there for a short time to be labeled as disrespectful to the seniors for being so high-profile.

She worried that Yao Taifeng would become hostile towards Boss Long.

One was her best friend, and the other was the benefactor who had just saved her and her husband. She could only try to mediate between them.

To her surprise, Xiao Feng not only didn't seem angry at all, but when she heard the audience praising Boss Long, her eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a compliment.

"Sister Yun, you sang beautifully!"

Yao Taifeng exclaimed repeatedly, "Boss Long sang so well! Next time you perform 'One Zhang Qing,' I'm definitely going to have a good fight with him!"

Her eyes gleamed with excitement and eagerness, yet there was no trace of hostility, only pure delight at seeing an opportunity. The more outstanding the opponent, the more brilliant the performance.

A one-man show is no show.

Seeing his wife's surprised look, Xiao Wu smiled and shook his head.

Don't you even consider who sent Hongxian to steal Master's Guan Gong robe? Did you really think it was Boss Long?

Didn't you see how dark Master's face was today?

Just then, amidst the audience's reluctant cheers, Zhou Sheng stepped backstage.

He was greeted by admiring and grateful glances.

Grandma Sun walked over shakily, grasped Zhou Sheng's hand and expressed her gratitude repeatedly. She even pulled her daughter and son-in-law to kowtow to him, which startled Zhou Sheng so much that he quickly helped them up.

"Boss Long, I, Xiao Wu, am truly impressed today. I am completely convinced. From now on, if you have any orders, I will do them even if it costs me my life!"

He said with some excitement, clearly also stimulated by the heroic scene of Wu Song fighting the tiger.

His wife, Yunniang, glanced at him and said, "You even risked your life? You talk as if you're still alive."

The others burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Everyone chimed in, praising Zhou Sheng and even saying he was more brave and righteous than Wu Song.

They were speaking from the bottom of their hearts, because everyone knew the situation at the time. If Zhou Sheng hadn't taken the risk and sang "Wu Song Fighting the Tiger" at the crucial moment, the people on the stage might not have come back.

Entrusted with a critical mission and turning the tide, such a heroic figure, especially when he is also one's own teammate, who wouldn't admire him?
Even the musicians looked at Zhou Sheng with unusual kindness and respect.

Uncle Lu even patted his chest and said that as long as Zhou Sheng needed it, he could help Zhou Sheng practice his singing anytime, anywhere, free of charge.

Zhou Sheng felt a warmth in his heart. He knew that today, the people in the opera troupe had truly accepted him and treated him as one of their own.

However, there are also some awkward aspects.

Several strange gazes occasionally swept over his skin exposed by his torn clothes, while his peripheral vision constantly scrutinized his muscle definition.

Those were several young women who played female roles in the opera troupe. They were beautiful and their eyes were constantly darting around.

There was a woman with the most beautiful face, her pretty face slightly flushed, who mustered up her courage to give Zhou Sheng a piece of clothing, but before she could take a step, she suddenly froze.

A gorgeous white chiffon cloak was draped over Zhou Sheng's body, and two hands, whiter than jade, were gently tying a knot for him.

“Boss Long, this is Xu Xian’s cloak from ‘Broken Bridge.’ It would suit you perfectly. You would look so refined and scholarly, transforming from a military officer into Xu Hanwen.”

Zhou Sheng was slightly taken aback, gazing at those slender, jade-like fingers, and seemed to smell a faint, elusive fragrance.

My heart started beating faster for no reason.

With her back to everyone, Yao Tai Feng winked at him and spoke in a very soft voice.

"If you don't cover it up, all those scribbles on your back will be seen through."

Zhou Sheng was startled and then remembered that he still had the corpse-driving talisman drawn on his back. He also secretly gave Yao Tai Feng a thumbs up.

After tying her cloak, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she whispered another sentence.

"But Boss Long's figure... is quite good-looking."

Zhou Sheng was momentarily taken aback.

She gave a half-smile, then took a step back, her eyes inadvertently sweeping over the few somewhat dazed girls.

Pfft!
Xiao Hongxian suddenly knelt down in front of Zhou Sheng and was about to kowtow when Zhou Sheng grabbed the little ball on her head.

"It's not Chinese New Year yet, so there's no lucky money for kowtowing!"

Little Red Thread kept shaking her head and struggling, her eyes shining as she looked at Zhou Sheng, and she shouted, "I've decided, Boss, I want to become your apprentice and learn opera from you!"

"Please accept me as your master?"

Zhou Sheng's gaze became very strange.

"Boss, if you think I'm too low in seniority, I'll... I'll become your grandmaster!"

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