Book of Life and Death

Singing Ghost Opera, Erlang Shen!

The next moment, Zhou Sheng's eyes suddenly stung, like being pricked by needles, giving him the urge to cry, as if illuminated by a bright light.

Before closing his eyes, he saw a vertical pupil open.

It was indeed an eye, majestic, vast, and sacred, radiating a brilliant divine glow that made it difficult for mortals to look directly at it.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng actually felt a trace of divine presence.

Unity of Person and Role!

That demeanor, that expression, made Zhou Sheng's heart tremble, and the phrase "Unity of Person and Role" instinctively surfaced in his mind.

With just a dab of cinnabar and an opening line, he had instantly entered the realm of Unity of Person and Role?

The ease and naturalness of it all made it seem as if it wasn't a difficult task, but as simple as breathing.

"Seeing through three layers of vengeful debts, discerning the nine twists of the reincarnation gut—"

A powerful and resonant opera voice rang out, echoing through the mountains like a thunderclap, making Zhou Sheng's eardrums buzz.

The next moment, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble violently, rumbling.

It was as if the ground wasn't a road, but the writhing intestines of Ghosts and Gods.

Immediately after, a hand tightly gripped Zhou Sheng's wrist, pulling him forward.

Zhou Sheng opened his eyes and only saw his Master's back. In the meantime, strange white mist had inexplicably filled the surroundings.

"Keep up, don't get distracted. You're carrying the Patriarch's divine statue, so the Judge can't touch you for now. And I've broken the illusion formation, so the other party is already enraged and getting serious."

"The mist around us will confuse your senses and make you hallucinate. No matter what sounds you hear later, don't believe them, and don't look back!"

His Master's voice was grave. Zhou Sheng nodded quickly, focusing on following his Master's steps.

His Master walked very quickly, as if someone was chasing them.

After walking for a while, the surrounding scenery became increasingly desolate and unfamiliar, so quiet that not even the chirp of a cicada could be heard.

In the distance, within the white mist, rows of low houses were enveloped in a green light, with large red lanterns hanging at their entrances.

They seemed close, yet also as far as the ends of the earth.

Deathly silent, chilling, and eerie.

Wait!

Zhou Sheng's heart jolted. The scene felt increasingly familiar. Wasn't this... the Yin-Yang Road?

His Master was leading him along the Yin-Yang Road?

Just then, faint footsteps sounded behind him, growing closer and closer.

Zhou Sheng's hair stood on end. Judging by the sound, the pursuing Judge seemed to have reached him.

Immediately after, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Brat, if you take another step forward, you'll be going to the Underworld with Him!"

Zhou Sheng felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. A chill surged from the base of his spine to the crown of his head, his scalp tingling, and goosebumps erupted all over his body.

Because it was his Master's voice, using a sound transmission technique.

"You're carrying the Patriarch's divine statue, so He can't kill you in the mortal realm for now. But once you enter the Underworld, if the statue is defiled by the Yellow Springs water, it will be temporarily sealed and covered in dust. That will be your death!"

"This mist is a divine ability. I seem to be right next to you, but in reality, we are very far apart. I can only contact you through secret sound transmission. Brat, you need to stop quickly!"

Zhou Sheng slowly raised his head, gazing at the back of his Master, who was pulling him forward.

"Calm your mind and resist distracting thoughts. This mist will conjure inner demons to tempt you. Brat, don't fall for it!"

The Master in front also spoke, his voice identical. Given Zhou Sheng's familiarity with his Master, he couldn't find any fault with it.

Two Masters, one in front and one behind. One of them must be lying, and it must be the Judge in disguise!

If he guessed wrong, the consequence would be eternal damnation!

He instinctively wanted to use the Luoshu, but his eyes suddenly moved, and he asked a question.

"Master, what was the first play you taught me?"

He was asking both the Master in front and the Master behind.

"Escape first!"

The Master in front didn't turn back, his voice laced with a hint of urgency. "We'll talk later, I need to watch the road!"

The Master behind immediately transmitted to his ear: "It was Marquis Huan's play, Listening to Qin at the Tent!"

Zhou Sheng revealed a slight smile, as if he already had his answer.

"Master, if you can't answer this question..."

He used his other hand to move the box containing the Patriarch's divine statue from his back to the front, holding down the lid, his gaze fixed on the Master in front.

At this moment, the Master in front seemed to sigh with a hint of helplessness. "It was Zhang Fei's Listening to Qin at the Tent. You, at a time like this, still don't trust me?"

Zhou Sheng chuckled, then, without any hesitation, opened the box and took out the Patriarch's divine statue.

Golden light bloomed, and the chilling Yin energy around them seemed to have faded considerably.

The next moment, the Master in front of them finally stopped running, released the hand that had been tightly gripping Zhou Sheng, and slowly turned around.

It was a face identical to the Master's, but its expression was terrifyingly cold and sinister. Just a glance into those eyes sent a chill through Zhou Sheng, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It felt as though the soul within his body was trembling, terrified, shaking.

"You two, master and disciple, an old fox and a little fox, you've been deceiving me."

Finally, it was no longer the Master's voice, but a stranger's male voice, deep, authoritative, and full of magnetism.

The voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an indescribable pressure, a natural authority that needed no anger.

The Judge had finally revealed himself!

Zhou Sheng felt no joy at the success of his scheme. Instead, he clutched the statue of the Patriarch and retreated a few steps, his every pore standing on end as if facing a formidable enemy.

At that moment, he felt as if he were being stared at by the abyss, a great terror of facing death casting a shadow over his mind.

Fortunately, the Master's voice from behind dispelled this fear.

"Haha, you shameless Judge, do you enjoy eavesdropping that much? Aren't you embarrassed!"

"The first opera I taught this child was 'The Case of Executing Mei'!"

"Hmph, if Lord Bao's Dragon Head铡 can execute Chen Shimei, it might not be able to execute you, Judge Lu!"

The Master spoke righteously, but a wry smile appeared on Zhou Sheng's face as he said, "Master, hurry up!"

Even though the voice was so close, and he could hear footsteps, he just couldn't see the Master's figure.

It seemed as though every wisp of mist could warp the heavens and earth, adding considerable distance out of thin air.

"Don't rush, don't rush, this old body of mine is about to fall apart from running!"

Judge Lu gazed quietly at Zhou Sheng, divine radiance flowing in his eyes. His cold, authoritative gaze, like a judgment, pierced through Zhou Sheng's flesh and reached the depths of his soul.

Then, He slowly spoke, His voice like a booming bell, His authority as vast as the sea.

"Zhou Sheng, Yang Register, one thousand seven hundred forty-three ten thousand and nine."

"Born in the twenty-first year of Great Xuan's Zhaode reign, male. Due to a lack of merit in his previous life and disrespect towards the gods, his lifespan in this life is reduced by fifty-five years. He was destined to die at the hour of Shuangjiang on the fifth year of his life, starving to death."

"Lived for five years."

Zhou Sheng's pupils trembled. He hadn't expected the other party to directly reveal the secret he had been desperately hiding.

"Possession of a borrowed corpse."

Judge Lu's eyes, filled with divine radiance, stared silently at him and spoke word by word, "Then..."

"Who exactly are you?"