A master of comedy!

Chapter 158 Hua Jiulang

Ghost town.

The two sides were locked in fierce combat, with broken halberds flying everywhere, deafening roars, and a chilling aura of torn pieces filling the ancient city with a sense of desolation.

The seven brothers and eight tigers were trapped on the golden sand beach. In the end, only three of Xiao Wu's brothers remained.

Lord Yang, the veteran actor who played painted-face roles, always took special care of these young actors. He was always at the forefront in battle and was eventually cut in half at the waist by a long-handled sword.

Even so, he still smashed the head of a ghost soldier like hitting a monument, perishing together with him.

Even the little red thread got tangled, creating a dangerous situation.

But the girl became even more excited, shouting "Kill!" as she picked up two large machetes after her fire poker broke.

Moreover, due to her height, she used her twin swords specifically to attack the lower body, which was a perfect counter to those hard armors.

Amid the chaos, many figures burning with flames could be vaguely seen, standing out prominently.

Those were all "audience members" of Juxianlou.

Having not watched a play for many days, the fiery energy within them had reached its boiling point, burning them intensely and causing them unbearable pain. They were filled with resentment and were like a powder keg ready to ignite at any moment.

As the battle raged, they charged in, their bodies ablaze with flames, filled with resentment towards the arrogant and destructive ghost soldiers who had ruined the theater. They were therefore exceptionally fierce.

There's no need for any specific method; just grab the other and tear them apart, and the flames will spread towards those ghostly soldiers.

Even after being beheaded, it can still spew out raging flames.

It was their miraculous arrival that allowed the tide of battle to gradually turn around from a disadvantageous position.

After an unknown amount of time, when the military flag in the night sky suddenly disappeared, Xiao Wu's previously tired eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately shouted loudly.

"The general has been defeated! The general has been defeated!"

Some of the ghostly soldiers had flickering ghostly fire in their eyes, seemingly confused and wavering, yet others continued to fight.

In particular, the Mo Dao Army consisted entirely of the general's personal guards, many of whom were valiant generals and soldiers who had fought alongside him more than a hundred years ago and were recruited by him after their deaths.

They fought bravely and were full of fighting spirit.

Dozens of long-handled swords were wielded together, their blades flashing like a waterfall under the moonlight. Even the Yin generals under Zheng Chenghuang's command could not withstand them and had to avoid their sharp edge.

It was truly a case of "wherever the blade points, men and horses are shattered."

Until a Peking Opera-style vocal performance exploded like thunder.

"The bandits have been beheaded! You will all lay down your weapons at once, or you will be spared!"

Above the city wall, Zhou Sheng held a broken blade high, shouting with a clanging sound that resonated through the sky, using the Yan Man Roar of Huan Hou Zhang Fei.

A roar at Changban Slope frightened away Cao Cao's million-strong army.

Zhou Sheng's roar was like the resurrection of Marquis Huan, like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon. When he roared, his black robe billowed, his black beard stood up like steel needles, and the sound waves surged like a three-zhang upstream current.

It so frightened a Yin general that he fell off his horse and his soul shattered.

For a moment, the entire venue fell silent.

"Swallow...Dragon-Swallowing Blade..."

"It's the Great General's Dragon-Swallowing Blade..."

"Could it be that the Great General has really... been defeated?"

Upon seeing the broken Dragon-Swallowing Blade, even the most elite Mo Dao Army hesitated, but that hesitation quickly turned into ferocity.

"Avenge the Great General!"

They roared in anger, their focus shifting from supporting the general to seeking revenge against Zhou Sheng.

"What a tiger army!"

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but sigh, then stretched out his hand, and the Geng metal Qi transformed into a ten-foot-long serpent spear, preparing to personally send them on their way.

But at that moment, a lotus flower slowly drifted down, radiating divine light, and shattered the dozens of long swords.

The city lord slowly raised his eyes, his voice hollow and ethereal, as if it came from beyond the heavens.

"Xiao Huchen is dead. From this day forward, Guan Buping will temporarily assume the position of Grand General. You shall all return to your camps immediately. Anyone who disobeys will be executed."

Upon seeing the city lord appear and speak, the remaining ghost soldiers immediately bowed their heads in obedience and left.

Even half of the Mo Dao Army has left.

But those who remained were fiercely loyal to the Great General, stubbornly refusing to leave. "Lord, could you please—"

Before Zhou Sheng could finish speaking, he saw the city lord flick his finger, and then the Mo Dao soldiers' bodies trembled violently with yin energy before exploding with a bang.

The lotus platform beneath the city lord's feet emitted a ghostly light, and in just a few breaths, it seemed to devour all the yin energy like a black hole.

Seeing this, Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that this mysterious city lord was a ruthless and decisive person.

He once personally helped Xiao Huchen ascend to the throne, yet he could completely erase Xiao Huchen's traces without batting an eye.

At this moment, Xiao Wu and the others also noticed something was wrong.

Because the flames on those "spectators" were extinguishing at a visible speed, and the fiery power suppressed deep within their souls was also slowly disappearing.

"We...are we free?"

Xiao Wu stared blankly at his wife, only to find that she was also looking at him with red eyes.

"We...are free!"

The audience looked at their hands with some confusion, as if they could hardly believe it.

Before long, they suddenly burst into cheers, laughing and crying, extremely excited, almost like madmen.

"It was Boss Long who saved everyone."

Guan Buping had returned to the city gate at some point, carrying his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, looking spirited and radiant.

Tonight's battle seemed to have wiped away the dust and frost in his heart for so many years, and his eyes once again showed heroic spirit.

At least this time, he was no longer helpless and forced to stand by.

Yao Taifeng added, "Boss Long not only defeated the Great General, but also negotiated with the Yinshan Ghost King, helping us escape this sea of ​​suffering!"

Little Red Line wiped the blood from her face and said smugly, "As expected of my boss, you really made me proud!"

However, when everyone looked at the figure, they found that the city lord and Zhou Sheng had disappeared without a trace.

Upon seeing this, Yao Taifeng's eyes flashed with worry.

……

Zhou Sheng wanted to say a few more words, but then his vision blurred and he felt dizzy. When his vision returned, he was already in the mysterious cave.

The golden lamps shone brightly, illuminating the surroundings.

A warm current flowed into his limbs and bones, helping him restore his nearly depleted golden lake of magic power.

In just a few breaths, Zhou Sheng's magical power had been basically restored, and even his injuries had healed.

Not only that, under the golden lamp's light, he even felt his magical power subtly increase, surpassing several days of arduous cultivation in just a short moment!

What exactly is this golden lamp?
But who exactly is this city lord?

"My name is Hua Jiulang."

As if sensing Zhou Sheng's thoughts, the city lord suddenly spoke up and revealed his name.

"Zhou Sheng, do you know why I saved Xiao Huchen, and why I didn't punish you for killing Xiao Huchen?"

Zhou Sheng probed, "Is it because my master made some kind of deal with you?"

After offering the remnant soul of the Tiger God as a sacrifice, Yu Zhensheng and the city lord talked for a while, but no one knows what they talked about.

The city lord shook his head and said, "Because you've already stepped one foot into the gates of hell, there's no need for me to punish you."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback.

“Yinshan did not lie to you. I heard many voices below saying that they would leave you behind at the Ghost Festival play in twenty-three days from now.”

"In my calculations, you are doomed to die, with no chance of survival, but..."

Beneath the mask of the Emperor of Fengdu, a pair of deep eyes silently watched Zhou Sheng, a ripple flashing deep within them.

“I also calculated that Xiao Huchen shouldn’t have died tonight. He should have been a swift blade aimed at the Dragon Court, delivering a fatal blow to the Great Xuan royal family. And you…”

"His fate was interrupted."

……

(End of this chapter)