A master of comedy!

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Outside the backstage door, a strange figure suddenly appeared, seemingly knocking, but instead of using his hands, he was repeatedly banging his head against the door.

With each knock, blood flowed down the door panel, staining the window paper red.

This is both a reminder and an urging.

The young sorcerers all looked tense. They could sense that the "knocking ghost" outside the door was so powerful that it was almost at the level of a ghost king.

If placed in the mortal realm, even their master might not be able to deal with such terrifying evil spirits.

Aside from that enigmatic successor of the Demon of Drama, all of them combined probably wouldn't be enough to kill this ghost.

"What, what should we do?"

"Waaah, Senior Sister, I don't want to die..."

Yu Ruyi buried her head in her senior sister's arms and sobbed softly.

"What's the use of crying? You're a sorcerer, don't be afraid, be strong!"

Yu Ruyi comforted her junior sister.

As for the other Yin-Yang Masters, they all gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with trepidation, but at least they did not lose their composure.

Zhou Sheng remained calm and continued painting his face, completely ignoring the terrifying knocking.

The knocking stopped a short while later.

Crunch!

The tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open a corner, and in the silence, the creaking of the old wooden door was unusually noticeable.

Fresh blood seeped into the backstage area through the gaps, and gusts of chilling wind blew in.

One by one, the candles went out, plunging the backstage area into complete darkness.

Tap! Tap!
Everyone could clearly hear footsteps approaching from a distance.

The evil spirit that was knocking on the door has come in!
Fatty Song's fat face trembled, he swallowed hard, and his eyes darted left and right, as if afraid that the evil spirit had come to his side.

Yu Ruyi gripped her cane tightly. Although she was a woman, she was courageous and ready to take action at any moment.

As for Tan Sheng, the master's disciple, he remained as calm and composed as a mountain, silently taking out a seal from his opera box.

He gazed at the figure still sitting in front of the bronze mirror, sketching his face and writing, in the darkness, his eyes deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.

Finally, Zhou Sheng's voice rang out again.

"Bright."

Her tongue seemed to crackle like thunder in spring, as if fire were rising, like a profound and mysterious sound, vast and far-reaching, possessing an extraordinary magic.

Immediately afterwards, the extinguished candles lit up one by one, the flames leaping up a foot high and illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Everyone heard a muffled groan at the same time, and then the approaching footsteps disappeared instantly.

Snapped!
The door slammed shut, tight as if it had never been opened, leaving only the bloody footprints on the floor that sent chills down one's spine.

"Words become law?"

"No, it's a supernatural power that comes after the tongue orifice is opened!"

"Hiss, he...he...he's already broken through...four barriers?"

Everyone looked at Zhou Sheng again, just in time to see him slowly put down his pen. In the bronze mirror, there was no longer that handsome face, but an imposing and unfathomable spirit official.

Golden face adorned with thunder patterns, crimson pupils shooting towards the heavens.

His brow furrowed like the flames of three rivers, his lips held the tides of nine hells.

Roar!
Perhaps unwilling to be repelled, the ghost returned to the door, and this time, it seemed to have called for many helpers.

Ghostly figures swarmed outside the window, baring their fangs and claws, accompanied by wild beast-like roars, resembling a splashed ink painting of a hundred ghosts parading at night.

Some of the ghosts were even more powerful than the "knocking ghost" from before, which made everyone even more nervous and uneasy.

Zhou Sheng snorted coldly, his crimson eyes flashing with what seemed like lightning.

He got up and walked towards the wooden door, seemingly preparing to open it and go on stage.

"My benefactor, you're not wearing your costume yet—"

Fatty Song kindly reminded him, but suddenly froze on the spot, a look of shock in his eyes. As Zhou Sheng took his first step, his flat blue shoes transformed into Cloud-Stepping Boots, his white robes became Yin-Yang Chainmail, covered by a Spirit Official Robe, with a Seven Treasures Belt around his waist and the Three Realms Demon-Subduing Crown on his head.

His divine might was awe-inspiring, and his authority was imposing even without anger.

In a daze, Zhou Sheng seemed to be surrounded by a faint divine radiance, making people feel an irresistible urge to worship him.

He walked straight to the door, and without the slightest hesitation or fear, opened it abruptly in the face of the dense, ghostly figures.

In an instant, countless ghost faces saw that cinnabar thunder and fire image.

The roaring fell silent.

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Sheng laughed three times, his lips curled into a thunder pattern, the lines expanding like an electric grid, and his eyes sharpened like a demon-revealing mirror.

call! !

A chilling wind howled, terrifying countless vengeful ghosts who fled in terror, leaving not a single one behind in moments.

The young occult practitioners were dumbfounded.

Did this... scare the ghost away?
No, who's scaring whom here?
Although they knew that playing the role of a spirit official could intimidate ghosts and gods, that was only for ordinary ghosts. These were all fierce ghosts from the underworld, and any one of them could cause bloodshed and chaos if it ran into the mortal world.

But all those evil spirits were scared away by his mere appearance?
In an instant, the phrase that Fatty Song had repeatedly murmured before came to mind for them.

"So this is what a sorcerer can be like."

……

"I'll start the show, you all get ready."

Zhou Sheng's voice rang out again, but it was unusually hoarse, as if a muffled thunder rumbled in his throat.

"There are very few practitioners of Yin-Yang magic in the world, and I hope that you all..."

"They can all survive."

After saying this last sentence, Zhou Sheng stretched out his hand, and Ya Zi automatically transformed into a nine-dragon golden whip, which was divided into eighteen sections, each of which was carved with a scene of hell.

The next moment, he resolutely walked towards the stage, his back firm, without the slightest hesitation.

With the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, he exudes an imposing and majestic aura.

"Hey!!!"

A roar from the spirit official resounded like thunder, shaking the entire theater and calming the restless ghosts.

Zhou Sheng burst out from the "Gate of Hell" at the bottom of the stage and slammed his whip into a pillar. The huge bronze pillar trembled and roared, deeply denting into it, causing the entire stage to shake.

"One strike against the Eastern Wood Spirit, and the Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon will obey your command!"

"Horn, Neck, Root, Chamber, Heart, Tail, Winnowing Basket"

"Let's retreat three hundred li, leaving a space for the filial son to mourn his mother!"

After saying that, the Yazi on the tip of the whip opened its blood-red maw and suddenly spewed out a golden wave of fire.

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out from below the stage. It turned out that a vengeful ghost that was trying to climb onto the stage had been burned by the flames, and its soul quickly turned to ashes.

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed like lightning as he looked up at the group of ghosts below the stage.

A figure, looking extremely guilty under his gaze, was quickly fleeing backwards, with traces of blood still remaining on its forehead from when it "knocked on the door."

"Strike the Western Golden Fiend Soul twice, White Tiger, lower your head and do not devour people!"

“Kui Lou Wei Mao Bi Zi Shen——”

"Retract your claws and teeth for now, and wait for Mulian's staff to open the gates of hell!"

As Zhou Sheng recited his lines, the phrase "Western Golden Demon Soul" came out, and a tiger's roar suddenly echoed from the west of the opera house, and a phantom of a white tiger actually appeared.

Driven by the golden whip, the white tiger roared and fled to the side of the "door-knocking ghost." Golden energy surged forth, and its murderous aura soared into the sky. It bit off the other's head in one bite.

Snapped!
The next moment, the white tiger was scattered by the golden whip, but the "door-knocking ghost" had already been annihilated.

He never liked to let revenge linger overnight.

...(End of this chapter)