Chapter 261

Chapter 262: Whose Grudge-Filled Flute Sounds in the Dark? (Part II) At midnight, the Yangwei Escort Agency was a cacophony of gongs and drums, becoming the liveliest spot in all of Green Field County. The Yellow Weasel Demon, who had been paraded through the streets that afternoon, had been dragged back to the training grounds and bound to a stone platform. A vast, surging crowd surrounded the platform; under the flickering light of torches, their expressions were feverish, their eyes filled with impatient longing. Standing around the stone platform were rows of escorts wielding ghost-head broadswords. Their faces were smeared with red and black greasepaint, and the cold glint of their blades added a grim, chilling atmosphere.