Chapter 3: The Guillotine of Judgment Slays the Malevolent Spirit

“Those people who suddenly appeared on stage—how did they just disappear like that? Are they some kind of living illusions?”

“A rural opera troupe, and they’re pretty skilled,” Jojo whispered.

Beside her, Yu Mengjia couldn’t help but smile. Among the people kneeling not far away, she recognized someone familiar—the son of an uncle from her village.

“Brother Shuisheng, why is he acting here too?” she thought to herself.

[What’s going on? A few people suddenly appeared on stage, then vanished without a trace. I didn’t see how they disappeared—could it be some high-tech trick?]

[It’s definitely magic—otherwise, could they be ghosts?]

[Haha, what if they really are ghosts?]

[These opera troupes have it tough these days, competing with magicians for the audience.]

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

A moment later, the people who had vanished suddenly reappeared out of thin air. Two men dressed as soldiers held a long-haired woman in black, pressing her before the stern-faced Judge Bao.

Because they had disappeared and reappeared, neither the viewers nor the two streamers found it strange.

“My lord, the evil spirit has been captured by us,” Zhan Zhao said, clasping his fists respectfully to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan fixed his gaze on the woman in black. She exuded a cold, chilling aura, surrounded by a dense bloodthirsty energy—the kind that only those who have slain many lives possess.

This female ghost’s power reached the level of a four-star ghost general.

“Impudent spirit! You forced the souls of the Yu clan to provide you with Yin energy, and I’ve heard you’ve killed several people. Do you know your crimes?” Yang Xuan pointed a finger and demanded coldly.

“I don’t know why I should feel guilty. So what if I made them give me Yin energy? And what if I killed a few people? What can you do to me?” she sneered.

“You’re nothing but an actor. Even if you know some sorcery, I’m not afraid of you. My eldest brother is the Ghost King of Nanshan,” the ghost woman said, radiating a powerful sinister aura.

Yang Xuan focused his thoughts and called upon the system. With a wave of his hand, three long guillotines appeared on the stage: the Dragon-Head Guillotine, the Tiger-Head Guillotine, and the Dog-Head Guillotine.

“Serve her the Dog-Head Guillotine! Guillotine!” Yang Xuan commanded coldly.

“I now possess the power of Yanluo Bao Gong. Like Judge Bao alive, you dare to be defiant without kneeling? Zhan Zhao, Wang Chao, and Ma Han can easily deal with you. What right do you have to be arrogant? Since you admit your crimes, I will enact justice on behalf of Heaven.”

As Yang Xuan finished speaking, Wang Chao and Ma Han dragged the female ghost toward the Dog-Head Guillotine.

“Mercy, my lord! Mercy...” The ghost screamed in terror but struggled in vain under their grip.

Without hesitation, Ma Han and Zhao Hu lifted the guillotine and decisively brought it down on her head.

The three guillotines had the power to slay demons, ghosts, and even gods.

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