I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

This scene completely ignited Huang Jingwen's anger.

"Great! Excellent!"

Huang Jingwen's eyes were bloodshot, and her roar was full of madness, "You don't want to marry me, but you throw yourself into the arms of other men? I knew you had the guts, you've been hooking up with some random guy!"

In his distorted mind, Li Wanqiu was already his possession. He couldn't even allow her to look at other men, let alone get close to them.

"Do you think he can protect you?"

Huang Jingwen suddenly waved his hand, "Tear him to pieces!"

The eight paper figures instantly came to life, their green faces and fangs bared. They brandished paper knives and lunged at Zhong Jiu, the wind howling and stirring up sand and gravel with terrifying force.

"A trivial skill."

Zhong Jiu chuckled, too lazy to even draw his sword. He took a step forward, and his black official robes suddenly shone with a dark light. An invisible wave of energy spread out, which was the inherent pressure of the underworld official robes, specifically designed to suppress evil spirits!

With a few "poof" sounds, the paper figure at the forefront instantly turned into dust, without even letting out a scream.

This official robe is not just for show; firstly, it can keep evil spirits away, and secondly, it can shrink distances to an inch, making it a treasure of the underworld.

The moment the paper figure vanished, Zhong Jiu's figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Huang Jingwen as if by teleportation.

He looked down at the evil spirit, his eyes so cold they could freeze one's soul: "In life, you coveted virtuous women; in death, you wreak havoc on the world. Today, I, your humble servant, will act on behalf of Heaven and punish you, you wicked creature!"

Clang——

The sound of a sword echoed through the night sky as the Ghost-Slaying Sword was suddenly drawn, its cold light flashing like a bolt of lightning, aimed straight at Huang Jingwen's head!

Huang Jingwen was completely dumbfounded. He had always been the one to ambush and harm people, and had never seen such a swift and decisive method before.

By the time he reacted, the sword was already right in front of him, and the official aura emanating from Zhong Jiu was like a heavy mountain pressing down on him, making him stiff all over and unable to dodge!

Huang Jingwen's heels were almost driven into the ground. In this desperate situation with nowhere to retreat, all that remained in his pupils was that chilling glint.

The Demon-Slaying Sword, accompanied by a sharp, whistling sound, was already within reach!

If this sword strike were to land squarely, even a level five evil spirit, let alone a level four vengeful ghost, would be instantly annihilated!

At that critical moment, Huang Jingwen's bloated body suddenly burst into a blinding blood-red light. The blood-red light solidified into a trembling light shield that completely enveloped him.

"Bang!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal made the ground go numb. The Demon-Slaying Sword cleaved through the bloody light as easily as cutting tofu, but this brief respite allowed Huang Jingwen to scramble away several meters.

He clutched his chest and roared, his eyes bulging as if they would pop out, spitting venomous saliva all over the ground: "You're fucking dead! How dare you destroy my natal ghost weapon! I'll grind you to dust, I won't even give you a chance to reincarnate!"

Ghost weapon?

Zhong Jiu raised an eyebrow as he watched the evil spirit's distressed and out-of-control appearance. This thing was a treasure that only high-level evil spirits could forge. Huang Jingwen, a level four ghost, shouldn't even be qualified to see it.

There's definitely something fishy going on behind this grandson's back!

But so what?

Zhong Jiu tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes flashing with even more cold light, his tone filled with disdain: "You rotten, bloated flesh, do you even deserve to utter the words 'grind to dust'? Where are the soul soldiers of the Inspectorate?!"

The shout was like thunder rolling across the night sky.

Suddenly, a series of rhythmic stomping sounds erupted from the darkness. Twenty-odd armored soul soldiers stood like iron towers, the clanging of their armor plates ringing out crisply: "Present!"

The sound made the ears of the surrounding evil spirits ring, and even the cold wind paused for a moment.

"Leave not a single ghost alive, lock them all up!"

With a sweep of his sword, Zhong Jiu aimed directly at the group of cowardly demons. He had no reason to let go of such an easy opportunity to gain merit.

"Yes, sir!"

Apart from two soul soldiers who remained by Li Wanqiu's side, the remaining twenty-odd soul soldiers, led by the soul officers, surrounded her like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

The Soul-Binding Locks clattered through the air in silver arcs, while the Ghost-Slaying Stick crashed down with a whooshing sound. The screams of the evil spirits rose and fell instantly, their wailing and crying were more noisy than the slaughter of pigs.

Huang Jingwen then belatedly realized that he had not been looking for a wife at all, but had clearly fallen into a hunter's trap!

"You wicked woman! I've given you my whole heart and been devoted to you, and you dare to set me up!"

He was so angry that his fat trembled all over, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Li Wanqiu as if he wanted to devour her alive.

First, Li Wanqiu offered to marry him as bait, and then Zhong Jiu led a large force to ambush him. Even a fool could see through this conspiracy. He was just a stupid beast lured into the trap by the aroma!

"With your toad-like ambition to eat swan meat, you dare to call yourself a devoted lover?"

Zhong Jiu interrupted his rambling with an angry shout, "If all men in the world followed your example, women would have to live with knives in their hands! Today, I, the official, will seek justice for Miss Li! You wretched creature, surrender now!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Jiu's figure had already turned into a blur, and the sword wind was once again pressing against Huang Jingwen's face.

Huang Jingwen screamed in terror, not daring to be careless for a moment, and scrambled to avoid the fatal blow.

Extending its sharp claws to confront the sword's edge.

The more he was hit, the more panicked he became, and cold sweat (if he was sweating at all) was pouring down his forehead.

On one hand, the evil spirits he brought were being rubbed into the ground by the soul soldiers. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, most of them were bound into dumplings by the soul-binding lock. Once these evil spirits made their move, he would be a sitting duck.

On the other side, the one-on-one fight with Zhong Jiu was even more frustrating. The opponent's black official robe was very eerie. Just getting close to him made his whole body stiff, and he could only use up 80% of his strength at most. In addition, the Ghost-Slaying Sword was cold and menacing. He was sure that if he got hit, he would definitely lose a layer of skin.

"If I were in the Ghost Realm, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state!"

Huang Jingwen grew increasingly resentful, glancing at Li Wanqiu out of the corner of her eye. It was all because of that bitch; even if they were to die together today, she would take Li Wanqiu down with her!

"You dare to be distracted even when you're about to die?"

Zhong Jiu's eyes were incredibly sharp; he instantly saw through his thoughts, let out a cold snort, and lunged forward, his sword strikes becoming three times faster.

Huang Jingwen dodged quickly, but was still a beat too slow. With a crisp crack, his right arm was severed at the shoulder and fell to the ground with a "sizzle" sound, dissolving like melting ink, leaving only a pool of foul-smelling black water.

"You dare hurt me! I am Yan Xiaohun's man!"

Huang Jingwen screamed in pain, threatening with a fierce but cowardly tone, "If you kill me, Lord Soul General will surely avenge me, making you suffer eternal damnation, worse than the eighteenth level of hell!"

Yan Xiaohun General?

Zhong Jiu understood immediately. Only ghosts of level six or above could be called Soul Generals. No wonder this fool had a ghost weapon; he had latched onto a powerful backer.

But instead of being afraid, he sneered, his sword pointing directly at Huang Jingwen's throat: "You dare to use a mere sixth-level Soul General to intimidate people? I am a ninth-rank Inspector of the Underworld, even the City God would have to give me some face!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Jiu kicked Huang Jingwen so hard that he fell face-first into the mud, and then swung the Ghost-Slaying Sword down.

With a "plop," the evil spirit was cut in half at the waist, and foul-smelling black water spilled all over the ground.

Huang Jingwen, dragging half his body, stared with fish-like eyes, utterly incredulous: "You...you're really from the Underworld?"

The words "underworld" and "yinsi" are just legends to the living, but for ghosts, they are a fear etched into their bones. They are the "bosses" who are in charge of their life and death cycle!

"What a pity."

As Zhong Jiu sheathed his sword, he shook his head. "If I hadn't been too busy to arrest you, I would have thrown you into the eighteenth level of hell to taste the pain of having your tongue pulled out and being boiled in oil."

The word "what a pity" made Huang Jingwen tremble before his soul was about to leave his body, and Zhong Jiu raised his sword and sent the evil spirit to his death.

At the same time, the Soul Soldiers also subdued the remaining evil spirits, and the scene finally quieted down.

As Li Wanqiu watched this scene, tears streamed down her face. It wasn't out of fear, but out of a feeling of complete relief.

Her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground. Her eyes were filled with gratitude as she looked at Zhong Jiu.

Zhong Jiu nodded to her, his voice softening slightly: "Now that this matter is settled, I have other important business to attend to. Miss Li, please take care of yourself."

Before he finished speaking, he and his soul soldiers had already disappeared into the night.

The target is the Huida Building!

Huang Jingwen had been running that place as his lair for many years, hiding hundreds of evil spirits inside. He wouldn't give up such a feat so easily.