Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 104 The Black-Faced Judge

"As mentioned last time, the Black-Faced Judge had a jet-black face, a majestic figure, and carried an iron pen and a wooden tablet. Although his face was black, he was the most impartial and incorruptible, specializing in killing those who committed numerous evils; although he was ruthless, he was also the most righteous and hated evil, only doing good and punishing evil! He was like a demon lord descended from heaven, a true god of war on earth!"

One day, the dark-faced judge happened to be passing through the forest when he heard a beautiful young woman scream in agony…

"Tell me quickly, what happens next!"

Impatient diners in the restaurant started shouting.

Bang!

The storyteller struck the gavel and flicked his folding fan, producing a tray that conveyed everything without a word.

"You old man, you're still as greedy as ever..."

"

Some familiar diners laughed and cursed, but still put a few copper coins into the round plate in front of the old man's table.

Seeing that the time was right, the storyteller struck his gavel, closed his folding fan, cleared his throat, and continued, "How could the Black-Faced Judge stand idly by in this matter? He immediately..."

Squeak

The door to the private room closed, and the noise immediately subsided.

"Why are you closing the door? I haven't had enough!"

Qianxue pouted and said with dissatisfaction.

"If you keep listening, the food will get cold..."

Han Yi immediately gave her a hard flick on the forehead.

"You, you big dummy..."

After leaving the Bai family courtyard, Han Yi and his companions went to a nearby restaurant. After all, they wanted to celebrate properly; they couldn't just go to the food street. "Master Bai, I'd like to propose a toast to you..."

"well…..."

The old man, Bai Sanren, had his eyes slightly narrowed, his face full of smiles.

During the meal, Han Yi would occasionally get up to offer a toast or pour wine for Bai Sanren.

To be honest, Han Yi has benefited a lot from Bai Sanren in the past few days.

It can be said that he made up for his weak foundation and learned many secrets that were not passed down to others. Although he and Bai Sanren did not have the name of master and disciple, they had the reality of master and disciple.

Regardless of Bai Sanren's initial purpose, Han Yi at least held Bai Sanren in the highest esteem!

"The Black-Faced Judge witnessed a horrific scene in the forest!"

The storyteller made a face that showed both surprise and anger.

"What?! Tell me quickly!" "So it was Tie Sha, the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold, who dared to attempt such an indecent act in broad daylight..."

Qianxue found the drinking session rather boring. After finishing her meal, she opened the door to the private room early, leaned against the mahogany railing, and listened to the storyteller's tales.

Han Yi paused slightly, holding the wine glass, as if he had heard a familiar name.

"How could the Black-Faced Judge tolerate such a heinous act by a bandit leader like Tie Sha in broad daylight? He immediately took action..."

"This Tie Sha is a ruthless man. He risked his life and survived by sheer luck. As soon as he fired the signal arrow, countless bandits came, determined to cut the Black-Faced Judge into mincemeat!"

"But who knew that the Black-Faced Judge was incredibly brave, slaughtering all the bandits in a matter of moments. Even the ferocious Iron Slayer was no match for him..."

"With a single stroke, the Black-Faced Judge severed Tie Sha's head and saved the beauty. Our Anyan City was rid of a great scourge. Afterward, he left a wooden plaque next to Tie Sha's corpse that read 'Punish evil and promote good,' and then drifted away to live a blissful life with the beauty!"

"Okay, good kill!"

At this point, the audience erupted in cheers.

"I heard that the 'lecherous thief' Wu Awei was also killed by the Black-Faced Judge?"

A customer asked about the storyteller.

"I am not very talented, but I saw the person who completed Wu Awei's mission from afar within the Martial Alliance. It was indeed the work of the Black-Faced Judge!"

The storyteller shook his folding fan and began to speak, swaying his head.

"What a chivalrous and benevolent heart..."

"Yes, our Anyan City is truly fortunate to have the Black-Faced Judge's protection..."

"In the future, I also want to become a great hero like the Black-Faced Judge!"

Inside the private room, Qianxue's face was flushed, and her eyes were full of longing.

Black-faced Judge...

Who spread this rumor...?

Han Yi sat on the brocade chair, feeling both amused and exasperated. After listening to the story for so long, he never expected that he himself would be the protagonist!

He neither liked nor disliked the title.

I simply feel that I've made a name for myself by chance, and that I've left my mark on this world...

Of course, it would be a lie to say he was unhappy; being praised for his deeds made Han Yi feel somewhat smug.

However, at first it was somewhat interesting, but the more he listened, the more something seemed off.

This storyteller's tale is far too exaggerated. He makes things like the story of a rogue dragon probing the jade ditch with its head bowed, and sneaking into the spring pond to swim freely...

pat!

A piece of silver fell from the sky and landed steadily in the tray in front of the storyteller.

Tossing silver into a plate is no skill, but to land it perfectly still in the center of the plate without any wobbling is something most people can do.

The storyteller was an old man with a full head of white hair, dressed in a blue scholar's robe. In front of him was a stack of papers covered with tiny characters. At this moment, he was holding a folding fan in one hand and a teacup in the other to moisten his throat.

The old man was taken aback when he saw the conspicuous silver coins among the pile of copper coins on the tray. Then he looked up and saw a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a brocade robe, standing on the second-floor railing.

The storyteller clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and bowed to Han Yi on the second floor.

"Thank you for the reward, young master. May I ask if you have any advice on this story?"

"That was a good story, but don't repeat it next time!"

Han Yi said with a dark face.

"Young Han, the hungry tiger that day didn't seem to be from near Anyan City; it seemed to have suddenly run out from the depths of the Black Rock Mountains..."

"So the 'Celestial Mirror' of the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau didn't detect it either..."

Inside the private room, at the table, Bai Sanren's face was flushed; he was already somewhat intoxicated.

Gum!

Bai Sanren downed the Shaoxing wine in his cup in one gulp, smacked his lips, and began to speak.

"I can only say that the three of us were unlucky and happened to encounter this incident. A simple investigation mission suddenly turned into such an unexpected event..." There was a hint of helplessness in Bai Sanren's words. Although the rewards for missions from the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau were generous, they were always full of unexpected twists and turns and dangers.

"So, it really was just a coincidence, just bad luck...?"

"Hmph, I bet it's because you, you unlucky bastard, were brought along!"

Han Yi ignored Qianxue's grumbling and quickly refilled Bai Sanren's wine.