Fierce Zhang Fei

This black jar is very similar to the legendary "Ghost Raising Altar" or "Yin Gathering Jar," made from ancient tomb soil and old kiln clay, with heavy Yin energy that attracts ghostly beings.

But in reality, it hides a secret.

The inner wall of this jar is hollow, with talismans for suppressing ghosts and warding off evil embedded within. The bottom of the jar is even covered with a layer of special incense ash.

It is the incense ash from the censer of the patriarch worshipped by the Ghost Opera lineage, Great Emperor Huaguang.

Once a ghost enters the jar, it's like a moth to a flame, or snow meeting boiling water. Even the greatest malevolence will dissipate significantly. Zhou Sheng only needs to seal the jar's opening to completely suppress it.

Whether to kill or save it afterwards is a matter of a single thought.

Using this method, he had already captured many fierce ghosts. Although Shen Jinhua's resentment is heavy, Zhou Sheng believes she cannot see through his Lord Bao disguise.

Events unfolded as he predicted. Shen Jinhua's departed soul slowly detached from the woman's body and surged towards the jar.

But just as he was about to succeed, things took an unexpected turn.

A large amount of dark red blood suddenly flowed from the woman's thigh, emitting a strong, fishy odor. Incongruous pieces of flesh could even be vaguely seen.

This was different from the blood flowing from the female ghost's eyes or neck, which were illusions created by condensed resentment. This blood, however, was real.

Zhou Sheng's heart leaped, and he inwardly cursed.

Heavenly Sickness?

No, not Heavenly Sickness. This Green-Robed Actress playing the female ghost... was actually pregnant!

She was carrying a fetus, but it was still early, perhaps only one or two months along, maybe she didn't even know herself.

Playing the role of a female ghost on stage for a long time had already drained her strength, and being possessed by a fierce ghost and eroded by Yin energy had brought disaster upon the developing life within her.

Dying before birth naturally generated a surge of resentment. Shen Jinhua, possessing her body, likely gained the power to see through his Lord Bao disguise with this surge of resentment!

As expected, the departed soul that was about to leave the body instantly retracted. The woman suddenly lifted her eyes, which now resembled pools of blood, and stared fixedly at the crescent moon on Lord Bao's forehead.

The previously bright candlelight flickered again, and a strong Yin wind blew, causing the doors and windows to creak.

At this moment, she finally saw clearly.

Although the crescent moon was drawn correctly, it was just painted on.

"Fake Lord Bao, you dare to trick-- Ah!!!"

Before the ghost could finish speaking, Zhou Sheng struck first. He lifted the black jar and, with a forceful splash, scattered the incense ash from the bottom onto the ghost.

Instantly, it was like ice and snow melting. Each grain of incense ash felt like molten fire to the ghost, causing its Yin energy to continuously dissipate, with sparks flying all over its body.

And at that very moment, Zhou Sheng's gaze changed drastically.

Gone was the righteous impartiality of his former persona; his tiger-like eyes blazed with killing intent, as if a volcano had erupted within his chest, spewing forth from his eyes.

Simultaneously, he swiftly raised his sleeve to cover his face. When the sleeve was lowered again, the Lord Bao mask had vanished, replaced by a brand new one.

Eyes like copper bells, brows like flames reaching the sky. A tiger's nose and leopard's mouth baring fangs, his voice like thunder shaking the mountains and rivers!

There is a unique skill in opera called "Face Changing," where a performer can instantly alter their mask and posture, captivating the entire audience.

What Zhou Sheng was performing now was this very skill. But unlike others, he wasn't just changing his face; even his bones and muscles let out crackling sounds.

With a few breaths, he transformed into a towering, iron-clad giant.

He pushed his beard with both hands, his head held high, his chest swelling, his neck straining, veins bulging.

"Halt!!! Villain, cease your arrogance! Man of Yan, Zhang Yide, is here!"

Marquis Huan, Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide!

One roar at the Dangyang Bridge, scaring away Cao Cao's million-strong army.

Zhang Fei's roar possessed a soul-stirring, earth-shattering power, capable of even shaking someone to death, utterly domineering.

In opera, the "Yan Man's Roar" is not merely about volume but a meticulously crafted "Sound Fiend."

To begin the roar, one must use a tiger's voice, forcefully expelling breath from the dantian to impact the vocal cords and chest cavity, producing a highly penetrating explosive sound, like a muffled thunderclap in the sky, making one's eardrums buzz and heart tremble!

Zhou Sheng's roar was truly as if Marquis Huan had possessed him, with the might to shake ten thousand miles and swallow mountains and rivers. The entire troupe trembled. The others' legs went weak, their faces turned pale, and they collapsed to the ground.

The female ghost, already severely wounded by the incense ash, was struck a heavy blow by this roar. Her soul was directly shaken out of her possessed body.

The others could only feel a blast of icy Yin wind, but none could see Shen Jinhua's departed soul. Only Zhou Sheng, playing Zhang Fei, could vaguely glimpse some ghostly figures.

That was enough.

His eyes were like copper bells, his killing intent surging, having resolved to utterly destroy this ghost!

He refused the toast and chose to drink the forfeit!

With Marquis Huan possessing him, how could he not have his fill of killing?

He had clearly entered the role, his murderous intent and malevolent aura like fire fanned by oil, an urge he couldn't suppress.

At this moment, Master Wu played a perfect assist.

He took the Eighteen-Foot Serpent Spear from backstage and threw it with all his might at Zhou Sheng, shouting, "Marquis Huan, catch!"

At this moment, though he clearly knew the Marquis Huan on stage was an impostor, he subconsciously uttered the title "Marquis Huan."

It felt as though the man before them had truly emerged from the dust and smoke of Changban Slope, a single man holding the pass.

Zhou Sheng's feet struck the stage like mountains collapsing and the earth caving in. His body leaped up like a black tiger pouncing, twisting and turning in mid-air. The moment he landed, his legs snapped up like steel whips.

The Black Dragon Twists the Pillar technique was charged, and the Harrier's Spin settled his form.

Simultaneously, his tiger claws exerted force, his five fingers hooked like claws, and he scooped through the air with the "Sea Exploring" move.

Buzz!

The pitch-black Snake Lance vibrated and hummed in his palm. He twisted his body, turned his head, and glared at the enemy formation, his eyes bulging as if about to split, his beard bristling, the spearhead like a flood dragon flicking its tongue.

This series of movements fused the acrobatic "blanket skills" and the stage postures of opera, including the tiger pounce, pillar twist, harrier's spin, sea exploring, and mud stomping to raise the spear – pounce, spin, twist, settle, all in the flash of lightning!

Such exquisite skill left the Martial Actor Xiao Shan dumbfounded.

"You scoundrel, take this spear from me!"

With the Snake Lance in hand, Zhou Sheng's killing intent swelled to its peak. He stepped forward like a drum, charging straight for the female ghost Shen Jinhua.

Boom!

The Snake Lance, like a bolt of lightning, grazed the Martial Actor Xiao Shan's eyes and plunged deeply into a nearby stage pillar, spiderweb cracks spreading across it.

The surging spear wind blew away Xiao Shan's hair. Through the sharp Snake Lance, he seemed to see a bloody female figure.

Just now... Sister Jin wanted to possess me?

"Scoundrel, don't run!"

Zhou Sheng roared again, immediately drawing his spear and pursuing. The Snake Lance danced in his hand, his spear technique fierce and domineering, as fast as thunder. Every move and stance exuded the aura of a battle-hardened general.

Though the crowd couldn't see Shen Jinhua's vengeful spirit, they could hear the ethereal cries of panic constantly echoing in the air, as if she were fleeing in disarray.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Without the sound of drums, Zhou Sheng's footsteps were like war drums, shaking the entire stage.

But the female ghost was simply too fast, always managing to narrowly escape the Snake Lance.

"Waaah-!"

Unable to land a decisive blow, Zhou Sheng's murderous nature and malevolent aura grew heavier. He was like a tiger general fighting bare-chested on the battlefield, fighting with blood and guts, unlocking his potential.

Accompanied by roars like crashing waves and flashing lightning, the Snake Lance in his hand grew faster and fiercer.

No matter where the female ghost fled, the Snake Lance instantly followed, shattering everything in its path with a single thrust.

The female ghost tried to hide behind solid objects, but whether it was wooden beams or stone walls, they were like paper before that terrifying Snake Lance.

Splinters of wood and stone flew, like hidden weapons darting through the air.

Those who blocked were shattered!

On the eighty-first thrust, Zhou Sheng felt a thunderclap in his mind. He entered a state of extreme self-forgetfulness.

At this moment, he forgot who he was, forgot who his enemy was, and even forgot where he was.

He only knew his name was Zhang Fei, courtesy name Yide, sworn brothers in the Peach Garden, a match for ten thousand on the battlefield!

Man and opera became one.

"Halt!!!"

A furious roar, as if echoing from the banks of the Dangyang Bridge thousands of years ago.

It shattered layers of blue stone waves and silenced the winding Yellow River!

The Yin energy on the female ghost trembled, her form stiffening for a moment as if struck by lightning.

Immediately after, a cold, pitch-black Eighteen-Foot Serpent Spear pierced her soul, nailing her to the wall.

The malevolent aura of the ancient tiger general, like blazing flames, baked Shen Jinhua's vengeful spirit through the Snake Lance, causing her to let out an extremely piercing scream.

Yin energy transformed into drops of black blood, flowing continuously down the Snake Lance, making the two blood grooves even darker and colder.

She struggled desperately, shouting something with a look of agony, but Zhou Sheng's eyes blazed like fire, his malevolent aura soaring to the heavens, completely ignoring her.

Moments later, this vengeful spirit of the opera troupe finally vanished into thin air.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure standing like an iron tower, unyielding.

Perhaps due to the excessive surge of Blood Essence, wisps of misty vapor swirled and steamed around him, his flesh and blood transforming into a furnace, radiating invisible heat waves.

This scene was deeply etched in their hearts.

Truly:

The tiger general on the stage, the fierce Zhang Fei, eighty-one spears to slay ghosts and gods!