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Before me, Professor Wang appeared quite ordinary; if it weren't for the sudden glance he cast my way, he could easily be mistaken for an unremarkable old man.
However, at this moment, it was precisely this figure that caused my expression to change dramatically, and even Zhou Zhen and Gu Chen's faces turned serious.
Anfu was usually quiet, but upon seeing Professor Wang, he couldn't help but whisper to Gu Chen, "Grandpa, danger."
Clearly, Anfu sensed a dangerous aura emanating from Professor Wang, a feeling so intense that he wouldn't have spoken up otherwise.
Gu Chen nodded and then glanced at me and Zhou Zhen, whispering, "You two should hurry and prepare."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhen looked at Professor Wang with a hint of hesitation and said gravely, "Senior Gu, you're injured. Why don't I hold him off first?"
"You?"
Gu Chen frowned instantly, showing no leniency towards Zhou Zhen. "Do you really think you can handle it?"
Zhou Zhen shook his head; Gu Chen's words left him speechless. He said nothing more and quickly grabbed his clothes, calling out to me as he pulled me away.
Perhaps our movement startled Professor Wang. His gaze shifted back to us as he slowly raised his head, lifting his hands slightly. His fists gradually clenched tight, and a deep roar escaped his lips.
The sound was filled with an indescribable sorrow and rage, like someone finally releasing pent-up emotions after a long time. It sent a shiver down my spine and made my heart race with fear.
Zhou Zhen and I couldn't help but look back, only to witness an astonishing scene.
As the roar faded, Professor Wang's mouth slowly opened wide—so wide that an adult's fist could fit inside.
Immediately afterward, the surrounding ghosts appeared even more terrified, trembling in fear. Yet not a single ghost dared to flee; they were all of lower rank, roughly at the level of Ghost Soldiers.
At that moment, Professor Wang exuded an aura of dominance, as if he were the ruler among a horde of ghosts. Before him, the Ghost Soldiers and other spirits of their level dared not show even the slightest hint of resistance or attempt to flee.
In an instant, they all transformed into wisps of gray gas, which were drawn into Professor Wang's mouth.
"Change your clothes quickly," Gu Chen commanded sharply, taking two steps back to maintain a safe distance from Professor Wang.
Anfu stood beside Gu Chen, his cold expression now serious and alert as he stared intently ahead.
Without exchanging further words, Gu Chen and I hurriedly donned the costumes that Anfu had prepared. Zhou Zhen tossed a delicate box to me and said, "Hurry up and apply this to your face."
I frowned slightly but quickly opened the exquisite box to find it contained women's foundation. Realization dawned on me, and without hesitation, I began applying it to my face.
I continued until my entire face was as pale as a ghost. At that moment, Zhou Zhen took out some lipstick and swiftly applied two strokes on my lips, transforming my stark white lips into a vibrant red.
The makeup was rather rudimentary, but there was no time to worry about that now. After finishing these preparations, Zhou Zhen held a Peach Wood Sword in her hand and pulled me over to stand not far from Gu Chen.
This position was only ten steps away from Professor Wang. Even at that distance, I could feel the chilling aura emanating from him, causing me to tremble uncontrollably.
It was a fear that stemmed from my very soul; it felt as if any slight movement from Professor Wang could cost me my life.
"Begin," Zhou Zhen said, taking a deep breath. Her face was also etched with profound fear, yet she appeared much stronger than I felt. She calmly instructed me before tossing the Peach Wood Sword into my hands.
I instinctively caught the sword but paused for a moment in confusion.
Begin? Begin what? Aside from Gu Chen's mention of performing the scene where Yu Ji committed suicide amidst the chaos, he hadn't explained how we were supposed to act at all.
Moreover, I hadn’t coordinated any lines with Zhou Zhen, leaving me feeling somewhat lost and unsure of what to do next.
What made me feel even more overwhelmed was when I saw Professor Wang's gaze suddenly shift to me upon noticing the Peach Wood Sword in my hand.
I felt as if I had plunged into an ice cave, my body trembling even more violently. He began to walk towards me slowly, each step sending a jolt of fear through my heart.
Seeing this, Zhou Zhen's expression changed urgently, and he quickly urged, "Dance the sword! Quickly, dance the sword and commit suicide!"
"Dance the sword."
Zhou Zhen's words jolted my memory; I recalled a television drama I had watched, remembering the scene where Yu Ji took her own life. Without hesitation, I grasped the Peach Wood Sword with trembling hands, shifted my feet lightly, and shouted "Overlord," then began to dance.
When I shouted "Overlord," it was directed at Zhou Zhen. Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhen looked at me and immediately responded, "Yu Ji."
As soon as he spoke, Professor Wang, who had been approaching me, suddenly stopped in his tracks. While dancing the sword, I couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of my eye. My heart leaped with joy; it was indeed effective.
With growing courage, I danced even more fervently and recalled Yu Ji's lines from the drama. I began to recite: "The Han army has taken the land; the sounds of Chu songs echo from all directions. The king's spirit is exhausted; what hope is there for a lowly concubine?"
At that moment, Zhou Zhen chimed in, "With strength that can lift mountains and a spirit that covers the world."
However, just as he finished his line, Professor Wang, standing indifferent not far away, softly uttered, "The time is unfavorable; the steed does not depart. What can be done if the steed does not depart? Yu! Oh Yu! What can be done?"
For every line I recited, he followed suit. Zhou Zhen stood quietly beside us without anything to add.
Observing Professor Wang now seemed to reveal a deep sadness on his face; he appeared pained and no longer bore his earlier hostility. This made us all breathe a little easier.
After finishing the lines, following the plot of the drama, I placed the Peach Wood Sword across my neck and shouted once more to Zhou Zhen, "Overlord," before making a swift cut across my throat and collapsing to the ground.
“Yu Ji”
Zhou Zhen quickly responded, catching me in an instant, deliberately putting on a face of sorrow.
But the one truly filled with grief was not the feigning Zhou Zhen, but Professor Wang. The moment I used the Peach Wood Sword to take my own life, his gaze locked onto me, and he cried out in immense sorrow, “Yu Ji!”
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Professor Wang let out a loud roar, appearing almost mad. His emotions seemed to spiral out of control in an instant. Zhou Zhen and I stood frozen in place, watching the frenzied Professor Wang, unsure of what to do.
At that moment, Gu Chen also became tense again, standing beside Anfu, both of them staring intently at him.
Meanwhile, Professor Wang continued to scream and roar. His cries, filled with such profound sorrow that it felt like a knife piercing the heart, left us both shocked and saddened.
But in the next moment, all of that transformed into terror and shock.
As Professor Wang roared, dark mist began to surge from his body, swirling with hints of red. Gu Chen suddenly muttered under his breath, “This is bad; it has provoked the Killing Intent and anger within him.”
Sure enough, as soon as Gu Chen’s words fell, figures began to emerge from the black mist—dense and numerous. What was even more shocking was that these figures quickly formed into rows.
In an instant, behind Professor Wang, there appeared soldiers clad in armor. However, these soldiers were not truly alive; their bodies appeared somewhat ethereal—all were ghosts.
“Spirit Gathering of the Soldier Figurines.”
Faced with this scene, Zhou Zhen and I hurriedly ran to Gu Chen’s side. Yet Gu Chen let out a cold snort. Although his expression was grave, there was no hint of fear in him. Instead, he coldly questioned, “Xiang Yu, do you still intend to raise your troops and fight for the throne again?”
"Death."
As Gu Chen's voice fell, Professor Wang instantly uttered the word "death," filled with endless anger and coldness, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"Well then, since that's the case, today I, Gu Chen, will fight against you, the Western Chu Hegemon, Xiang Yu." Gu Chen's expression turned cold, and he stopped wasting words.
This time, Gu Chen took out five talismans in one swift motion. With a quick hand gesture, his face darkened as he urgently recited an incantation: "Five fingers in place, the thumb leads, the rest follow. The index finger represents metal, the middle finger wood, the ring finger water, and the little finger earth. Summon the troops and prepare for battle; four hundred soldiers at my command; with a snap of my fingers; I now borrow the soldiers of the underworld to manifest and assist my divine might—Urgent Command!"
As Gu Chen's voice echoed, he scattered the five talismans into the sky. Immediately, those talismans burst forth with radiant light, scattering like countless stars in all directions behind Gu Chen, transforming into shadowy figures cloaked in black robes.
Upon closer inspection, their numbers were nearly equal to those armored warriors standing behind Professor Wang.
I couldn't help but show a look of astonishment; what kind of sorcery was this?
It was terrifying beyond belief. However, Gu Chen's gaze remained sharp as he looked at Professor Wang across from him and decisively waved his hand without uttering another word.
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