A master of comedy!

Chapter 148 Family Heirloom Sword
Xunyang City, Juxian Tower.

It is not the opera stage in the ghost town, but the original site of Juxianlou, which was swallowed up by the fire and abandoned for many years.

Zhou Sheng was in the building at that moment. Looking around, he saw broken walls and ruins everywhere, but he could vaguely match the various arrangements in the Ghost City Opera House.

Through the charred black color, one can almost see the glory of yesteryear, as well as the devastation and fear of that fire.

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he used his escape technique to descend ten feet underground.

He soon discovered a buried altar in each of the four directions: east, south, west, and north, each carved with a fierce and menacing demon king.

At the very center of the altar, a bloodstained hemp rope was offered.

A strong sense of resentment permeated the rope, as if countless people had been hanged by it.

The moment Zhou Sheng grasped the rope, a strong will to die suddenly arose in his heart, as if living had no meaning and it would be better to hang himself.

This is an evil object that can bewitch people!
However, as soon as the Yazi inside Zhou Sheng's body made a sound, the rope trembled instantly and returned to calm.

"No wonder some survivors saw that many people had ropes around their necks, yet they did nothing about it..."

"So you were the medium connecting the sacrifice and the Yinshan Ghost King."

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed. The four Ghost King altars in the east, west, south, and north were used for positioning, allowing the Ghost King to directly break through the void and arrive here. The rope, on the other hand, was a magic weapon of the Yinshan Sect, used to bind the souls of the sacrificial offerings.

The person suspended by the rope was a sacrificial offering.

Although it is only a single rope, it can conjure up a rope demon, which can then hang thousands of people in rope nooses and sacrifice them together.

Those who are not bound by ropes will not be considered sacrifices by the Yinshan Ghost King and will not have their souls taken away. This is also a method for the Yinshan Sect disciples to protect themselves.

Of course, all of this is on the premise of not angering the Yinshan Ghost King, otherwise, in his rage, the Ghost King may no longer follow the rules.

For example, when these souls were stopped by the city lord, the Ghost King couldn't do anything to the city lord, so he vented his anger on the sacrificers, causing the people sent by the Longhua Sect to be completely wiped out and replaced the sacrifices.

So many years have passed, yet no one has come to take away these altars and this evil rope.

Because almost everyone who knew the truth back then had died, until that evil Taoist from the Yinshan Sect somehow found some clues and came to search for the sacred object.

Zhou Sheng put the rope into his bosom. With Ya Zi protecting him, he wasn't worried about the evil spirit causing trouble at all.

Moreover, the Yazi within him had already absorbed all the weapons in the opera box, including the Ghost-Slaying Sword broken in two and the Snowflake Iron Ring Knife.

The eighteen-foot spear, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, the Treasure Carved Bow, and the God-Slaying Whip—except for the Crescent Blade, which was newly forged, the rest were all divine weapons treasured by my master in the past.

Yazi had become a gluttonous beast. After being sealed for many years, it finally had a feast, and the wisp of Geng metal energy had grown much stronger. Both its sharpness and ferocity had greatly improved.

If Zhou Sheng hadn't intentionally restrained himself, this evil rope would have broken inch by inch under Ya Zi's sharp edge.

Then he emerged from the ground and silently closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the dragon-headed, jackal-bodied Yazi in the sea of ​​consciousness let out a roar, and the sword in its mouth flashed with sharpness, as if echoing from a distant place.

Zhou Sheng immediately directed them to search, and finally, under a dilapidated statue of Guan Yu, they dug out a Guan Dao (a type of halberd) tightly wrapped in oilcloth.

Even after being hidden away for more than a decade, and separated by a layer of oilcloth, he could still feel the domineering, profound, and cold sharpness contained within it.

We finally found it.

Zhou Sheng gazed at the Guan Dao, forcibly suppressing Ya Zi's desire to devour it, and gently stroked the cold, hard blade through the oilcloth.

hum!
The Guan Dao (a type of halberd) seemed to possess a spirit, and it trembled slightly, as if in harmony with the spirit.

"I hope you can awaken Uncle Guan's fighting spirit."

……

The moonlight was hazy, and a single lamp shone dimly.

Inside the room, Guan Buping stared blankly at the portrait of Guan Yu hanging on the wall, seemingly lost in thought, his mind in turmoil.

"Guan Buping, an unfilial descendant of Guan Sheng, begs the ancestors to enlighten me: have I really... done something wrong?"

He spoke slowly, but what he said was extremely surprising.

It turns out that this troupe leader of Juxianlou was actually a descendant of the legendary Guan Yu, but he had never told anyone about it. He feared that revealing that a descendant of Guan Yu had been reduced to a lowly actor would tarnish his ancestor's reputation.

It was precisely for this reason that he empathized with Yao Taifeng, who was also a descendant of the Yang family generals but sang female roles, and even taught her everything he knew.

Yao Taifeng never sings about the Yang family generals, and although he sings about Guan Yu, he never talks about his own background.

The Guan Gong painting remained silent.

Guan Buping sighed softly, pushed open the door and left the room. Seeing the broken stage and the desolate theater, a pang of heartache flashed in his eyes again.

It seems that the place he has guarded for so many years is about to fall.

However, the actors were also affected by the fiery evil energy and could not leave the place, otherwise they would suffer a fate worse than death, just like the audience members below the stage.

What else can he possibly do?
He seems unable to do anything...

Guan Buping stood alone in the courtyard, his tall and imposing body gradually bending down, as if his spirit had been blown away by the cold night wind.

Until a whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

Whoosh!
A dark shadow attacked with tremendous force.

Guan Buping stepped aside, but when he saw what was coming at him, he gasped and almost instinctively reached out to grab it.

Under the moonlight, his hands trembled slightly as he pulled down the oilcloth covering the outside of his clothes.

The cold, sharp glint of the blade seemed to illuminate the night sky in an instant.

The blade is like a half-moon in autumn, its edge quenched with black iron from Mount Tai. When it reflects the moon, it gleams with the light of a blue python scale. With a flick of the finger, it still rings out a clanging, murderous sound in the night.

It is nine feet five inches long, corresponding to the number of the Heavenly Gang, and weighs eighty-two catties, corresponding to the power of the Earthly Fiend.

He could slay Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm, and he could break through the five passes and six generals' formation.

"Guan Xiong, the 32nd generation descendant of the Guan family of Dengzhou, take the sword!"

Under the moonlight, the sound was as resonant as black iron, seemingly in harmony with the clang of a sword.

Guan Buping was startled and looked up at the figure not far away, revealing a deep look of astonishment.

"Danshan?"

"How...how did you know..."

It's not just about the whereabouts of this family heirloom sword, but also about Guan Xiong, the 32nd generation descendant of the Guan family of Dengzhou.

For the world to see, there are no more descendants of Guan Yu. After all, it is recorded in the Records of the Three Kingdoms that Pang De's son, Pang Hui, "exterminated the entire Guan family" in the war to destroy Shu.

His lineage consists of survivors who escaped after changing their surname and changing their name. They migrated from Jiezhou in Shanxi to Xuchang, and later to Dengzhou. It took them several hundred years to change their surname back to Guan.

By his generation, the family had fallen so low that they had to resort to performing in operas to make a living.

Zhou Sheng looked at Uncle Guan, whose appearance was so similar to Guan Yu and who had obtained the family heirloom sword. He really seemed like Guan Yu reincarnated, which made him feel excited.

"Uncle Guan, it was the Emperor who told me."

He paused for a moment, then uttered four words.

"Lord Guan Sheng".

In an instant, he saw Uncle Guan straighten his back and his eyes gleam like lightning.

"Your Majesty... what did you say?"

Guan Buping's voice trembled slightly, as if he was expecting something.

"The Emperor said, 'Catch the blade...'"

"Kill the tiger!"

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(End of this chapter)