Two ghastly, pale-faced pages emerged from behind the straw platform, carrying a tall and thin man between them,
who was barechested, with a red cloth wrapped around his eyes.
"Fellows! Fellows! Sharpen the blade quickly, grant me a swift end. When I reach the netherworld, I will be thankful for your great kindness."
The man's sweat dripped onto the ground, large as beans, as he cried out.
The executioner pulled off the red cloth from his face, revealing a complexion turned blue and purple, and a visage so contorted with fear that it bore an uncanny resemblance to Li Yan!
"Begin the execution!"
Li Yan felt a chill creep up his neck. Before he could react, the black-clothed executioner sprayed bright silver liquor onto the blade, and the Ghost Head Greatsword chopped down, instantly splattering a burst of red light.
The head fell to the ground.
"Plop!"
