Chapter 85: Ghost-Head Knife

There were three prisoners in total.

The first prisoner was taken to Xingtai, tied up with his hands tied behind his back. The executioner first drank a sip of wine and sprayed it on the ghost-head knife, which was blue and creepy. Then he reached out and took off the sign with his name and the word "behead" written on the prisoner's back, and cut off the head with his knife.

With a tumble, a head fell to the ground.

From beginning to end, he was silent.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

It was obviously cold and frightening, but the atmosphere was very warm.

Then came the second prisoner, still the same old routine, but this prisoner actually sang: "Who is drunk in the frosty forest at dawn? It's always the tears of the parting people. I hate meeting you late, and I resent leaving you quickly. The willow branches are long, and the jade horse is hard to tie..."

Before he finished singing, the ghost pressed his head down, and then the executioner stepped forward and cut off the knife, and blood splattered.

There was another round of cheers from the crowd.

The atmosphere became more and more warm.

Qi Xuansu felt a little terrified.

The last prisoner was escorted by two ghosts and staggered to the execution ground.

There was a piece of white paper on the face of the prisoner, so his face could not be seen clearly.

For some reason, Qi Xuansu always felt that this prisoner looked familiar.

At this moment, a ghost took off the white paper covering the prisoner's face, revealing the prisoner's true face, which was exactly the same as Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu was shocked.

This shock was really extraordinary.

The "crowd" around him originally ignored Qi Xuansu, but with Qi Xuansu's shock, they all looked at Qi Xuansu, as if they had just discovered Qi Xuansu, a living person.

The previous noise disappeared at this moment.

Only deathly silence remained.

The next moment, these "people" rushed towards Qi Xuansu, grabbing Qi Xuansu with their hands and feet, trying to pull Qi Xuansu off the horse.

Qi Xuansu knew that it was probably because of his shock that he extinguished a sun lamp. He wanted to escape, but he was shocked to find that all his cultivation had disappeared. He couldn't break free at all and was easily pulled off the horse. He felt dizzy.

When Qi Xuansu came to his senses, he was already pressed on the execution platform, and the back of his neck was cold.

Not far away was the white paper used to cover his face, on which was a little man, who looked exactly like Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu knew that he was being tricked. He wanted to fight back, but found that he probably only had the strength of an ordinary young man. Not to mention fighting back, it was difficult to even raise his head.

The executioner drank for the third time, and then sprayed it on the ghost-head knife in his hand for the third time.

If nothing unexpected happened, Qi Xuansu would be beheaded soon.

The deadly "crowd" became lively again, and the noise came again like a tide.

Qi Xuansu roared, his eyes red, and tried his best to break free from the ghost's restraints. At the critical moment of life and death, he did not know where he got a force from. He not only raised his head, but also directly flipped the ghost soldier on his body to the ground.

Although these ghost soldiers were strange, their strength was the strength of ordinary people. Qi Xuansu struggled hard and could not hold them down.

Qi Xuansu had no strength and cultivation, but he would not forget his fighting skills in fighting with others. He took advantage of the situation and bumped into another ghost soldier. These ghost soldiers were really just like ordinary people. They were immediately knocked over by Qi Xuansu.

At this moment, the "crowd" watching the excitement below was not happy. Seeing that they could not watch the excitement, they still wanted to run away. They immediately rushed over and stretched out their dry palms to catch Qi Xuansu back.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands. Qi Xuansu did not have the strength of a warrior at this time, but he did not dare to compete with so many "people" and turned around and ran.

Fortunately, Qi Xuansu's bad horse was really spiritual. It did not run away, but came to meet Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu jumped from the execution platform, jumped onto the horse's back, and then galloped.

Although those "people" looked hideous, they were like living people, dodging one after another, fearing that they would be hit by the horse.

Qi Xuansu rushed out on his horse.

After running for a while, Qi Xuansu saw that there was no "people" chasing him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a team of bride-picking and bride-marrying teams came towards them. The groom had snow-white powder on his face, two smears of blush, and blood-red lip balm on his lips, riding a red horse.

Behind the horse was a porter carrying the bride's dowry, and in front of the horse was a man holding the bride's dressing box. In front was a sedan chair, which was decorated with various plants and flowers. This could be called a "flower sedan chair". Behind the sedan chair was a porter carrying a load of fish and meat, indicating that the bride's family wished her husband to be rich and prosperous.

When they got closer, they saw that the groom, the red horse, the sedan chair, the bearers, the dowry, and the crowd were all made of paper.

Qi Xuansu met the groom's eyes, which had no whites but only blacks, and thought to himself that it was not good. He looked around with the corner of his eyes and saw a brothel next to him. Through the window pane, he could see a woman inside who was dressing in front of the mirror. But after a while, she seemed not satisfied, so she tore off the skin on her face, revealing her true face. Her face was green and her teeth were jagged like saw teeth. The woman spread the skin on the table, picked up a colored pen and drew a few strokes on it, then threw the pen aside, and then covered her face with both hands, and instantly turned into a beautiful woman again.

Could this be the painted skin in the fairy tales?

Qi Xuansu was terrified, but he refused to sit there and wait for death. He got off the horse, led the horse to the side of the road, left the horse outside the door, and went into the brothel to avoid the team of paper people.

In an instant, the woman's laughter burst out loud and echoed in all directions, making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from.

The woman with her eyebrows and sideburns earlier appeared in front of Qi Xuansu, staring at Qi Xuansu as if she was looking at a piece of delicious fat.

Qi Xuansu only felt a layer of goosebumps. This was different from fighting in the arena. He died in the hands of others. It was also a real fight. If he died, he could only blame himself for being inferior to others. After all, he was an understandable ghost.

But what does it mean to die in such an inexplicable place? That's a real fool.

The female ghost didn't care so much and rushed towards Qi Xuansu with long nails, fangs looming in her mouth, and her tongue hanging directly to her chest.

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

To Qi Xuansu's surprise, the female ghost was staggered by the punch. She seemed stunned. After being stunned for a while, she covered her face and started sobbing.

Qi Xuansu was startled for a moment, and then realized that he had no cultivation base, but the "people" here seemed to be the same as him. In addition to some scary skills, they also had no magical powers, and were just "ordinary people". Moreover, he still has the strength of a young man, and even the previous ghost soldiers were overthrown by him. In addition, he is a practitioner after all. As long as he is not afraid, how can this weak woman who does skin and flesh business be his opponent? This is not a martial arts story. Those powerful women like to hide in the court and work as courtesans.

Qi Xuansu became bold when he thought of this. Seeing that there were several turtle slaves wearing green turbans around him who were timid and did not dare to step forward, one of them jumped over and punched one after another, knocking them all down to the ground.

Seeing how terrifying the evil star Qi Xuansu was, the painted-skinned woman didn't care to cry and ran away quickly.

"Hmph, you want to escape?" Qi Xuansu chased after him with a quick stride, trying to grab this "painted skin" back.

At this moment, a knife slashed out diagonally.

Qi Xuansu was startled and stopped suddenly.

The blade almost grazed Qi Xuansu's fingertips. If he had been a step later, half of his arm would have been cut off by the knife.

Now he has no magical powers derived from flesh and blood. If his arm is gone, it is really gone.

Qi Xuansu raised his eyes and saw that it was the executioner from the previous execution ground, holding the blue ghost-headed knife, chasing after him at some point.

Qi Xuansu secretly thought that this old boy was quite sinister. When he turned around earlier, there was no one in sight. Taking advantage of his relaxed vigilance, he quietly touched him.

However, Qi Xuansu is no longer afraid of him. Neither side has magical powers, which is equivalent to the same level of cultivation. Isn't this a fight in the same realm? Qi Xuansu has never been afraid of anyone.

Qi Xuansu looked around and saw an iron candlestick. He reached out and took the candlestick and used it as a fork.

The executioner didn't say anything, he raised the ghost-headed knife in his hand and struck Qi Xuansu on the head.

Qi Xuansu did not dodge or dodge, he raised the candlestick in his hand and held it horizontally in front of him to block the knife and test the executioner's strength. If he is strong, he will fight. If he is weak, he will go straight up.

However, to Qi Xuansu's expectation, the blow he blocked fell into the air. Not only did it not receive the force, but it also did not touch anything real.

It wasn't that Qi Xuansu's move failed, but that the executioner's ghost-headed knife seemed to be just an illusion, passing through the horizontal candlestick in Qi Xuansu's hand and slashing towards Qi Xuansu's neck.

Qi Xuansu only had one thought at this time, this old boy is playing dirty tricks, using magical powers?