Chapter 274: Ghosthead Machete

Chapter 274: Ghosthead Machete

There were three prisoners waiting to be executed.

The first prisoner was escorted to the execution platform with his hands tied behind his back. The executioner took a gulp of wine and sprayed it on the ghosthead machete, the droplets making the blade glisten in an eerie blue glow.

The executioner reached out to remove the vertical wooden sign from the prisoner’s back. It had the prisoner’s name and “decapitation” written on it.

After throwing the sign to the ground, the executioner raised the ghosthead machete over his head and slashed down hard.

The prisoner’s head tumbled to the ground and finally landed a few meters away from the body. Since the beginning, this prisoner had not made a sound.

What ensued was a burst of cheers from the crowd. The atmosphere was lively even though the air was frigid.

Then came the second prisoner. The executioner did the same old routine, but this prisoner began to sing.

? The woods painted red,

? From the bloody tears of parting lovers,

? Loathing the delay in their meeting,

? Resenting the speed of their lover’s departure.

? Long willow vines,

? But not enough to tie him back—

Before the second prisoner finished singing, a ghost soldier on the side held the prisoner’s head down. The executioner raised the ghosthead machete high once again. The moment he brought down the machete, blood splashed everywhere.

Another burst of cheers erupted from the crowd, and the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Qi Xuansu shuddered.

The third and last prisoner staggered onto the execution platform, escorted by two ghost soldiers.

This time, a piece of white paper was blocking the prisoner’s face.

For some reason, Qi Xuansu felt a sense of familiarity even though he could not see the prisoner’s features.

At this moment, a ghost soldier ripped off the white paper, revealing the prisoner’s true appearance.

Qi Xuansu was shocked to see his own face on the execution platform.

The crowd did not notice Qi Xuansu’s presence at first. However, in his moment of astonishment, everyone suddenly turned their attention to him, as if they had just discovered that Qi Xuansu was not one of them.

The noise and cheers from before vanished in an instant; only a deadly silence remained.

The next moment, the crowd rushed toward Qi Xuansu, grabbing him and trying to pull him off his horse.

The moment he walked into the brothel, he could hear women’s laughter echoing all around, making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from.

A woman with beautifully arched eyebrows and intricately styled hair appeared in front of Qi Xuansu, staring at him as if she were looking at a piece of delicious meat.

Qi Xuansu felt goosebumps rising once again. This feeling was different from what he was used to in a critical moment of life and death. If he died in the hands of others in a fight, he could only blame himself for being inferior to his opponent. In that case, he would still understand how he had died. But this was another feeling altogether. This was such a strange place, and nothing made sense to him.

The female ghost charged at him with her long nails and fangs. Her tongue was hanging out, touching her chest.

Qi Xuansu gritted his teeth and punched the female ghost in the head.

To his surprise, the female ghost staggered back from this punch. She seemed stunned.

When she returned to her senses, she covered her face and started sobbing.

Qi Xuansu was startled for a moment. That was when he realized that everyone here was the same as him, with no cultivation or magical powers. They were just “ordinary,” like him.

However, he had the strength of an ordinary young man who could overthrow the ghost soldiers earlier. After all, he had practiced martial arts, so he was not afraid of this female ghost. She was just a weak woman who skinned people’s faces to use as masks.

Qi Xuansu was emboldened by this thought.

Several servants in green turbans around him were too timid to step forward. Thus, Qi Xuansu took this opportunity to jump over and punch them, knocking them all down to the ground.

Seeing how terrifying Qi Xuansu was, the female ghost immediately stopped crying and fled quickly.

“Hmph! Trying to escape?” Qi Xuansu chased after the female ghost and tried to grab her face mask.

At this moment, a machete slashed out diagonally. Qi Xuansu was stunned and stopped in his tracks.

The blade almost grazed Qi Xuansu's fingertips. If he had not stopped in time, half of his arm would have been cut off.

Since there were no magical powers or cultivation in this place, his arm would not be able to heal itself.

Qi Xuansu raised his eyes and saw the executioner from before, attacking him with the blue ghosthead machete.

He was shocked to see the executioner because he did not notice anyone following him earlier. That was why he had let down his guard. The executioner then took advantage of Qi Xuansu’s ignorance to ambush him.

However, Qi Xuansu was no longer afraid of the executioner. None of them had cultivation, so it would be equivalent to hand-to-hand combat.

Qi Xuansu looked around and grabbed an iron candlestick nearby that he could use as a weapon.

The executioner did not say a word. He raised the ghosthead machete and struck down on Qi Xuansu’s head.

Qi Xuansu did not dodge. He held the candlestick horizontally in front of him to block the attack and test the executioner’s strength. If the executioner was strong, Qi Xuansu would fight back and flee as soon as he could.

However, to Qi Xuansu’s surprise, he did not feel any resistance from the ghosthead machete. That was because the executioner’s ghosthead machete seemed to be an illusion, passing through the horizontal candlestick in Qi Xuansu’s hand and slashing toward Qi Xuansu’s neck.

Qi Xuansu only had one thought at this time. This sneaky bastard! How is he using magical powers?