Chapter 4: Possessed by an Xi Gui

Having suffered a loss, Lin Feng didn't dare to let the corpse touch his body again.

At this time, he relied on the Ape Demon Staff Art and the Traceless Steps to constantly move and shift, filling the pit while smashing this weird corpse into the hole.

Whenever this corpse wanted to struggle out of the pit, Lin Feng would swing his hoe and smash it back.

Relying on his flexibility, Lin Feng actually piled the pit into a grave mound.

The corpse was buried, the grave mound was formed, the entire corpse-planting process was completed, and this opera singer corpse could no longer make any waves.

Before Lin Feng's eyes, the "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture" turned, and a portrait of the corpse and its life story appeared on a blank page.

Then the pattern changed, and the familiar slideshow segment began.

Born into a family with too many children in his youth, his parents sent him to an opera troupe to apprentice and earn a living.

Since he was a child, he watched the senior brothers and sisters of the opera troupe jump and dance under the stage, serving tea and water, and carrying trays to collect rewards.

When he was a little older, he began to practice various basic skills, waist and leg skills, weapon skills, carpet skills, hat wing skills, etc., often falling and climbing up, climbing up and falling down.

After struggling to the point where he could perform on stage, he messed up a show because he was too nervous; that day, he was not only punished by the troupe leader but also punished himself...

After finally becoming a martial clown in the opera troupe and having guests applaud his wonderful performance, he suddenly realized that the opera troupe had to do other things besides singing opera.

There were guests who liked men, guests who liked singing, big shots, and small figures.

From then on, whether on or off stage, he was no longer himself.

Singing on stage, acting off stage, that was all.

However, despite this, he and a flower dan in the opera troupe could be considered to have fallen for each other.

But not long ago, a wealthy guest suddenly designated that flower dan to accompany him.

He didn't want the pregnant flower dan to accompany the guest, so he could only bow and beg.

As a result, who would have thought that the wealthy guest would suddenly be furious, pointing at his nose and scolding him for snatching a woman from him.

Then the servants swarmed up and beat everyone they saw, forcibly dragging out the hiding flower dan to force her.

How could he endure such a scene? For a moment, he wished he could turn into a hero in the opera, pick up a big knife, and kill all the enemies in front of him.

Perhaps because he was a martial clown on weekdays, his skills were quite good, and he knocked down several servants on the spot.

Just as he was about to hit the wealthy guest, he suddenly met a pair of weird eyes, and then he fell into an ice cellar, his consciousness dissipated.

Until his death, he didn't understand why this world was so unfair!

He hated this dirty and filthy world! He resented that the skills he practiced all his life were just a joke! He was angry that the grievances he suffered in exchange were just destruction!

"Planting corpses does not ask about the past, raising ghosts does not solve a thousand difficulties."

"Neither on nor off stage is me, the world is an endless dream."

"Today I know, I hate the injustice of heaven! I hate the unevenness of the earth! I am angry that this world is like a ghost realm!"

"This is an intermediate corpse seed, can raise a chaotic world opera ghost!"

The past life dissipated like smoke and clouds, and finally, only a few comments remained on the "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture."

After reading the life of this corpse, Lin Feng felt a lot of emotions, and at the same time, he became more determined in his determination to seek power.

Then the pages of the "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture" turned, coming to a blank page of the ghost-raising chapter.

"Corpse planted, chaotic world opera ghost."

An opera ghost wearing opera costumes appeared vividly on this page, but there was nothing around the opera ghost.

Currently, this opera ghost belonged to a newly formed small ghost, and its strength was not very strong.

According to the ghost-raising chapter, if he wanted his ghost to continue to grow, he must add various precious materials.

Hundred-year-old sunken yin wood, dragon vein grave soil, ghost-raising incense, geomantic treasure spots—the more, the better.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng hadn't even heard of them, let alone have them!

"The only way is to use other ghosts as nutrients, but would it be too dangerous..."

Lin Feng knew very well how powerful ghosts were; no matter how powerful ordinary human means were, they were useless.

"I wonder what the role of this opera ghost is?"

Lin Feng thought about it and didn't try it immediately; the bailiffs and Old Quezi were still outside the graveyard!

Shouldering his hoe, Lin Feng turned and walked toward that side.

"... He was also miserable; not only was he not allowed to collect his body after death, but even that flower dan was going to be sold to a brothel. This damn world!"

As soon as Lin Feng walked in, the conversation between the two bailiffs and Old Quezi reached his ears.

Apparently, it was related to the opera ghost; it seemed that these two bailiffs knew some inside information.

Lin Feng walked over, bowed to them, and then asked carefully:

"Two bailiffs, are you talking about that opera singer just now?"

The two bailiffs didn't expect Lin Feng to ask them a question, and they were both surprised.

However, seeing him come over safely, apparently having finished burying the corpse, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The thin bamboo pole bailiff said to Lin Feng: "That's right, it's him. Sigh, who should he provoke, but he had to provoke the third young master of the Wang family."

Wang family again?

Such a thought suddenly popped into Lin Feng's mind.

The deaths of both the thief and the opera singer were related to the Wang family; it seemed that this family was probably not an ordinary wealthy family!

"Alright, alright, just bury the person!"

"By the way, don't sleep too soundly tonight; that evil thing might crawl out of the grave again."

The other bailiff with black moles on his face interrupted the conversation, then warned Lin Feng and Old Quezi before leaving with the donkey cart.

"Dog Egg, did you encounter anything?"

After the two walked away, Old Quezi asked Lin Feng with some concern.

"Nothing, maybe the corpse saw that I was pitiful and let me go on purpose."

Lin Feng shook his head and made up a reason.

"Good for you, you lucky kid, but it's good that you're fine. You must be alert tonight, don't sleep too soundly..."

Old Quezi nagged in Lin Feng's ear, while also talking about some useful and useless ways to prevent ghosts.

Lin Feng didn't listen to much; after returning to the wooden shack and eating a few steamed buns, Lin Feng went alone to the woods behind the graveyard.

Then he closed his eyes, and the "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture" in his mind turned to the page of the opera ghost.

Lin Feng's mind moved, and then the opera ghost disappeared directly from the book, and at the same time, he began to feel a cold sensation spreading all over his body.

"Bang~ bang~"

Colors like paint gradually spread on his body, turning his clothes into bright opera costumes, and even the flags used for singing opera appeared behind his back.

A flower spear with an exaggerated shape also condensed in his hand; it seemed that at this moment, he had become a martial clown jumping and leaping on the opera stage.

But Lin Feng didn't know how to sing opera at all!

Acting, acting, is imitation; not only imitating movements but also imitating the spirit.

Suddenly, such an insight appeared in Lin Feng's mind, as if the opera ghost had accumulated half a lifetime of experience.

But since he wanted to act, he naturally had to act as a powerful one, one who was fearless!

"Humph, humph, Old Sun is here!"

In Lin Feng's mind, the image of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, an unruly and chaotic demon king, instantly appeared!

It was the image of the monkey who had not yet been suppressed by the Buddha under the Five Fingers Mountain, who dared to attack the Heavenly Palace and overturn the Thirty-Three Heavens! ===== CHAPTER 5 =====