Terrifying Heavens: I Slay Demons by Painting Faces

When Uncle Nine learned that the ink line on the coffin hadn't been properly set, he was so angry that his face turned black.

Wencai was given a lecture and felt extremely wronged.

He was a little angry; it was all this person's fault!

Uncle Nine glared at him: "You're still not convinced? I think you're asking for a beating!"

As he spoke, Uncle Nine made a gesture as if to pick up a wooden stool, the kind of small stool used to place coffins.

He made a move to hit Wencai, but Chen Hengyi blocked him with his hand: "Actually, Wencai didn't do it on purpose, right, Wencai?"

The next sentence was addressed to Wencai, and Uncle Jiu snorted and glared at him.

When Wencai saw this, he was so frightened that he scrambled to his feet to try and fix it.

"Master, I'm going right now!"

Then Chen Hengyi was invited by Uncle Jiu to have tea.

"I didn't expect Hengyi to have such good eyesight. Thanks to your reminder, otherwise a big disaster would have happened! Sigh, my good-for-nothing disciple, always so carefree and irresponsible."

"He was also inefficient in handling affairs, which almost led to a major disaster."

The two chatted and became acquainted.

Uncle Jiu talked about the things around Renjia Town and how powerful the Ren family was, like local emperors.

Chen Hengyi, being from the modern era, received far more information than Uncle Nine, and often his casual remarks surprised Uncle Nine.

I was amazed by Chen Hengyi's broad knowledge.

Especially when Uncle Nine learned that Chen Hengyi was knowledgeable about Western culture, he couldn't help but think of the embarrassing incident that happened two days ago at the Ren family coffee shop.

"If only Chen Hengyi were here back then... otherwise we wouldn't be unable to understand the menu."

Fearing he might suffer another loss, Uncle Jiu sought advice from Chen Hengyi.

After Wencai finished writing the ink strokes, he sat down next to Uncle Jiu and started eating melon seeds.

Listening to Chen Hengyi's account of his experiences, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy: "What's so special about that? If I went out, I'd definitely know more than him!"

Uncle Nine immediately flicked him on the head.

"You? You can't find your way out of Renjia Town? You want to travel far?"

Uncle Nine certainly knew what kind of person his apprentice was.

Wen Cai felt wronged, but he didn't say anything more, afraid of getting another beating on the head.

At this moment, Chen Hengyi looked at the coffin and then said, "Uncle Jiu, wouldn't it be safer to scatter some glutinous rice around the coffin?"

"Logically speaking, if you use an ink line to mark the coffin, it won't come into contact with the earth's energy, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Chen Hengyi coughed lightly: "It's fine to be on the safe side."

Uncle Jiu, upon hearing this, also felt that there was some truth to it, and then turned his gaze to Wen Cai, who was watching the melons on the side.

Wen Cai's face fell: "Master, I just sat down."

"So, should I go? Or should the guest go?"

"what?"

So, Wencai, whose resentment was even greater than that of a ghost, took glutinous rice and drew circles on the coffin.

After Wencai finished everything, the moon rose to the center of the sky.

"Master, I'm so tired~" Wen Cai seemed to have all his energy drained away, and he lazily lay down on the bed in the next room.

Uncle Nine couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he saw this.

"How disrespectful! The guests are still here..."

Chen Hengyi stood up and smiled, "Uncle Jiu, I see it's getting late. I've been traveling all day, so I can't keep you company for tea any longer."

"Haha, I really can't drink anymore since I have to go find an auspicious burial site for Old Master Ren tomorrow."

Uncle Nine tidied up the things on the table, and Chen Hengyi tidied up the table with great attention to detail.

He returned to his room shortly afterward.

Chen Hengyi patted his stiff, smiling face, then rubbed it.

After a while, Chen Hengyi's facial muscles completely relaxed, making him look somewhat like he had facial paralysis.

Chen Hengyi opened the opera box.

The box contained a hidden world, divided into four compartments, holding theatrical robes, beards, hair ornaments, face paint, miscellaneous items, and weapons.

Normally, a theatrical troupe has at least six or seven people, carrying several boxes: a costume box for storing clothes, a paint box for storing paint, a helmet box...

Some large opera troupes also have a distinction between main costume trunks and secondary costume trunks, and other types are further subdivided.

There was only one Chen Hengyi, so he was dressed in a variety of costumes.

This game box is equivalent to Chen Hengyi's starting bonus.

The black book also contains an introduction to the opera box.

However, normally there are only texts about the mission; the corresponding texts only appear when he has the thought of the opera box.

[The Peking Opera Box: This box contains Peking Opera props, which are believed to grant divine protection during performances.]

Through this theatrical box, Chen Hengyi can receive a slight blessing from the divine power of the corresponding theatrical character as long as he dresses up as him.

I just hadn't had the chance to try it before.

Since Uncle Nine is here tonight, he can go and test it out to see how it works.

Due to the limited capacity of the opera box, it could not hold too many costumes and props.

Currently, there are only complete sets for two characters.

In other words, Chen Hengyi can only play two theatrical roles now.

One in literature and one in martial arts.

"When a gun appears in a movie, it's bound to go off. Although I had Uncle Nine patch it up... but who knows when the zombies will suddenly appear."

In his opinion, zombies should be dragged out into the sun to bask in its warmth.

The purpose of what Chen Hengyi asked Uncle Nine to do was not to trap the zombie, but to deplete its corpse energy before it emerged from the coffin.

"He'd better come out tonight, so I don't lose sleep."

As the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. The moment Chen Hengyi entered the mortuary, he was already thinking about how to kill this zombie.

Besides, there might be a reward for killing zombies.

The black book that transported him through time couldn't possibly be a lie, could it?

He took out a portrait of Emperor Huaguang from his opera box, hung it on the wall, and lit incense to worship it.

The patriarch of Peking Opera is Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji, who was known as the "actor emperor".

Huaguang Emperor Ma Wangye is known as the God of Fire. His costumes and props are precious, and the stage is mostly made of wood and bamboo, so fire is forbidden.

Therefore, many opera troupes also worship Huaguang Zushiye (Master Huaguang) to pray for peace and freedom from disaster.

May the ancestral master protect us.

Chen Hengyi paid homage to the ancestral master, and then looked at the sky.

It was getting late, and the zombies would most likely come out tonight, so he had to start preparing quickly.

"I have a scholar and a warrior in this box, but zombies are clearly not suited for reasoning... I need to flex my muscles."

Chen Hengyi took out the costumes, props, and paints needed for the performance from the costume box.

Finally, he sat back down at the dressing table, picked up a calligraphy brush, and began to paint a face mask in front of the mirror.

With a fine brush and black ink, the universe is depicted on the face.

The pillars reaching to the sky are adorned with patterns that resemble butterflies fluttering their wings.

As Chen Hengyi finished his last stroke.

A face that exudes authority without anger, resembling the ferocity of a beast, appeared before my eyes.

It was Zhang Fei, the Black Cross Gate Butterfly Face, a fierce man with a sharp mind beneath his rough exterior!

The moment Chen Hengyi finished repairing the mask, he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, his clear black and white eyes remaining unmoved.

It's as if Zhang Yide never closed his eyes even in his dreams.

The box contained two sections of a spear shaft and the head of a gleaming spear.

........

The night fog thickened, obscuring the starlight, and the world fell silent.

In the morgue, the large red coffin suddenly trembled slightly.

A pair of dark blue hands slowly emerged from the cracks in the coffin, their nails like fine knives.

squeak~

squeak~

The two hands tried for a long time, but were blocked by the ink line.

Through the still-burning candles in Chen Hengyi's room, one could see a burly figure standing quietly.

Some time passed.

Suddenly, with a bang, the coffin lid shattered into pieces and flew to the side, from which a horrifying zombie with rotting flesh and dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes jumped out.

As soon as the zombie landed, its entire body trembled as if it had been electrocuted, emitting foul-smelling black smoke.

"ha--!"

A thin layer of glutinous rice was scattered around the coffin, and the spot where the zombie had fallen was already blackened.

This is because the glutinous rice forced out the corpse's aura, which then contaminated the food and turned it black.

Immediately, a hint of anger appeared in Old Master Ren's clear black and white eyes.

However, due to Wencai's perfunctory approach, the scope of Nuomi was not very large.

The zombie escaped the encirclement with a single leap.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The heavy, thumping sound was like the beating of a muffled drum, and the earth trembled.

ha~

The zombie had just stepped out of the gate when it saw the bright moon and wanted to worship its radiance.

And there was that mysterious blood connection that compelled him to drink the blood of his offspring.

The zombie exhaled another breath of corpse air, sniffing the air with its nose.

But suddenly, a figure rushed out from the room opposite.

The newcomer was dressed as a black-bearded leopard, with a burly figure like an iron tower. He wore a dark theatrical robe with python patterns that shimmered dimly in the moonlight, and his black belt was tightly fastened.

The black cross-shaped butterfly mask on the gate was blazing with fury, and he held a ten-foot-long spear.

The roar was like thunder, the murderous aura surged into the heavens, the tone was like muffled thunder, and the momentum was overwhelming!

"Hey!! I am Zhang Yide of Yan! Do you dare to fight me to the death!"

This earth-shattering roar was as if it had returned to the Dangyang Bridge a thousand years ago, frightening away Cao Cao's million-strong army!

Although the zombie that Old Master Ren had transformed into had no soul or spirit and could only act on instinct, it still trembled with fear.

How could a mere zombie compare to Zhang Yide, a warrior who has fought on the battlefield?

Chen Hengyi is playing Zhang Fei in the Peking Opera "Changbanpo".

What he wanted was that heroic spirit of one man holding off ten thousand, otherwise how could a mortal kill zombies?

It wasn't just the zombies that were startled; Wen Cai, who was sleeping like a log not far away, suddenly woke up with a start, feeling a heat between his legs.

"Oh dear, Master, it's thundering!"

At this moment, Uncle Nine also woke up, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was covered in a cold sweat from fright.

He ran out quickly, and as soon as he pushed open the door, another roar came from inside.

"You scoundrel, don't run! I'll fight you three hundred rounds!"

As if the roar had shaken away the dark clouds, a figure resembling an ancient general charged straight at the zombie under the moonlight.

The mortuary courtyard resembled a stage; with a single leap, Zhang Fei's eighteen-foot spear became a venomous snake under the moonlight.

"Wow—ya ya ya ya ya ya!!!"

His powerful and unrestrained voice was like a surging river, shaking the soul.

"kill!"

The zombie took a step back, but it was still no match for the eighteen-foot-long serpent spear. With a twist of its mouth, the spear bit the zombie's neck.

Ding!

With the spear taut, like a longbow bent, he lifted the zombie with one hand.

He was struck by the malevolent energy and was unable to move.

Uncle Nine, who had just stepped out the door, witnessed this scene.

His mouth slowly opened.

"Is this some kind of opera singer?"