Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Chapter 27 Maggots

Jiang Chaosheng handed the umbrella to Jin Meiting.

This simple, heartwarming gesture caused Jin Meiting to clutch her lower abdomen and bend over to stand up.

She swallowed hard, straightened up, and slowly stepped back.

Seeing her master's domineering appearance, as if he controlled all the ghosts of hell, her beautiful eyes were practically overflowing with tears, and she greedily licked her lips.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze on her and turned to look.

It was the old man in black watching me!

How...can you look so terrifying!

Jin Meiting frowned in displeasure: "Why are you looking at me like that?! I'll gouge your eyes out!"

She admired her master, a powerful figure, and even if he slapped her, she would feel happy inside.

However, being seen by other men, even fellow employees of the Zero Antique Shop, would make her feel nauseous and want to vomit.

The seductive look is for the master to see; for a loser to even glance at black stockings is blasphemy!

A hint of reminiscence flickered in the old man's eyes as he moved his lips: "Succubi, I think I've killed a few."

The old man in black frowned: "Where did you come from? I can't remember."

The old man in black spoke, and his expression changed.

From doubt to confusion, from confusion to struggle, and finally, in anguish, I grabbed my hair.

Jin Meiting swallowed the saliva stuck in her throat, and moved her lotus-like steps slightly away from the old man in black.

Jiang Chaosheng took a step forward.

The constables took a step back in fear, as if they were wild beasts terrified of a raging fire.

The magistrate trembled, pointing a shaky finger at the scythe in Jiang Chaosheng's hand: "You lowly commoner! Where did you get this thing?!"

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the rusty scythe in his hand. It was the Grim Reaper's scythe. Although it looked dull and lifeless, as if it had lost its divinity over the long years, it was still a divine weapon!

Death is the king of hell, a god who governs countless evil spirits, and the power of his divine weapons to deter evil spirits should not be underestimated.

Normally speaking, forbidden objects are all extremely ferocious, making them quite difficult for those in charge to contain.

Fortunately, I was lucky.

The first forbidden object to be contained was a soul-related forbidden object from the "5" series.

The Grim Reaper's scythe is the nemesis of these things, suppressing them completely.

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the gavel in the magistrate's hand: "Where did you get that piece of wood from?"

Upon hearing this, the magistrate reacted instinctively, shouting in a shrill voice, "This is my gavel! It's mine!"

They completely forgot their fear of the Grim Reaper's scythe.

It's as if they'd rather die than admit that the gavel is theirs.

Jiang Chaosheng looked at him with disdain: "Uphold justice? You lowlife, do you even deserve that title?"

Bao Zheng of the Northern Song Dynasty judged wrongful convictions by day and interrogated vengeful ghosts by night.

He was loved and respected by all the people, who called him "the upright and just ruler".

Do you think you're cosplaying?

"Heh, still so immature after being dead for so many years."

The magistrate trembled upon hearing the name Bao Zheng.

Jiang Chaosheng said slowly, "Number 5-16, gavel."

These are the very tools that the late Mr. Bao Xiren used in the Jianchang County government office.

The people believed that the story of "Judge Bao interrogating a vengeful ghost at night" was just a legend.

Little did they know that Bao Xiren's righteous spirit, which swept the world clean, was truly awe-inspiring to ghosts and gods, and could drive away evil spirits.

Having served Bao Xiren for a long time, the gavel gradually acquired a spiritual quality, and with the passage of time, it could summon ghostly servants to serve it.

Upon hearing this, the magistrate trembled even more violently, his throat bobbing incessantly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Chaosheng sneered: "You want to be loved by the people, you want to be praised as a just and upright official, but you prey on the people. Even in years of famine, you demolish houses and seize bodies to build temples to shelter them."

Do you want to be revered by all? Do you want to use a temple to prove you're an honest official?

Do you really think that ordinary people today are still the same pitiful people you could easily fool back in your day?

The magistrate's lips moved for a long time before he said, "Stop talking."

Jiang Chaosheng was stunned for a moment.

"Hehehehehehehe..."

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He suddenly pointed at the county magistrate and laughed out loud, as if looking at a pitiful worm trapped in a cesspool: "He idolizes Bao Xiren and goes to great lengths to collect Bao Xiren's personal belongings from his lifetime."

Is this gavel your deepest obsession?

"Do you really think that just because you hold this gavel, you're some kind of upright judge?"

Jiang Chaosheng finished laughing, gripped the Grim Reaper's scythe tightly, his eyes gradually sharpening, a cold smile curving his lips, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "You are nothing more than a wisp of evil spirit attached to this gavel."

It's nothing more than a maggot... gazing at the blue sky!

The magistrate was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His eyes were wide open, and his mouth couldn't be closed.

He stared at Jiang Chaosheng, who strolled leisurely past amidst the ghostly constables, and shook his head repeatedly: "No, I'm not a maggot, I'm not! I also want to be... a just judge!"

The magistrate looked at Jiang Chaosheng, who had already walked up to him and raised the scythe of death. His face was full of horror, and he gritted his teeth: "But the world won't allow it!"

The Emperor won't allow it, the Empress won't allow it, and the entire court... won't allow it!

The magistrate looked up and saw the Grim Reaper's scythe.

With this strike, their soul will surely be annihilated.

Do I have to die again?

The magistrate recalled the last time he died.

At that moment, a carousel-like scene flashed before my eyes.

He saw the scholar in the poor mountain village who admired Bao Zheng.

He saw the boastful words he had made to his fellow villagers, promising to become a just and upright official.

He saw the dashing young scholar riding a tall horse, exuding righteousness...

For some reason, the magistrate, facing imminent death, suddenly felt relieved.

He chuckled softly, lowered his head, and asked, "Tell me, even if I know I'm wrong, can I still be a just judge?"

Jiang Chaosheng replied indifferently, "No."

The scythe in his hand swung down mercilessly.

The magistrate's figure suddenly vanished, turning into several wisps of black smoke that disappeared into the world.

Jiang Chaosheng muttered, "If apologies were enough, what would we need sheriffs for?"

A mistake is a mistake; there's no going back.

Perhaps Li Qinglian said a few kind words to comfort the ghost magistrate before he died.

Hmm...maybe not.

Li Qinglian appears to have been a person from the Qing Dynasty.

Even a pedantic scholar would be tempted to kill an official like this, wouldn't he?

Jiang Chaosheng picked up the gavel from the table and slammed it down on the wooden table: "Step back!"

The ghostly constables held their batons in both hands, pressing the ends of the batons to the ground. Chong Jiangchao made a gesture of clasping his hands in a salute, and then suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Chaosheng picked up the gavel and muttered to himself, "Ten more forbidden items are needed to break the curse."

Suddenly, beams of light from several flashlights pierced the darkness.

Jiang Chaosheng, still in the body of an ordinary human, squinted slightly in the face of those bright lights, tilted the umbrella forward to cover half of his face.

They are the sheriffs.

Some were dressed in police officer uniforms, while others were in plainclothes.

They held guns and watched Jiang Chaosheng warily.

Someone looked tense and pointed the gun at Jiang Chaosheng.

The leader was a man with a buzz cut wearing a leather jacket.

Luo Quan, captain of the South China Sea Criminal Investigation Team.

A chill flashed in Jiang Chaosheng's eyes.

Li Mingyue, who was protecting the prostitutes, keenly noticed this scene.

She was still processing the shock she felt.

He recognized the man; he was Jin Meiting's boss!

That woman, could it be Jin Meiting?

She's more voluptuous and alluring than the last time we met!

What on earth is going on?!

Li Mingyue disregarded everything else and repeatedly shouted to Luo Quan, "Master! No! Go quickly! It's dangerous!"

Luo Quan heard Li Mingyue's words, but he couldn't just ignore these three people.

These three people destroyed the Ghost Bureau; we must capture them!

Luo Quan said loudly, "The three of you, I meant no harm, I just..."

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Jiang Chaosheng put his index finger to his lips, making a "shh" gesture, and slowly a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

Luo Quan paused for a moment, then turned around to look.

Several of the sheriffs were pointing guns at the man!

They were too afraid and too nervous about the unknown.

Luo Quan shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Put down your guns!"