"Ah!"
A startled cry suddenly rang out.
The old county magistrate, humiliated into a rage, instinctively lowered his head and happened to see the demon's severed head rolling to a stop at his feet.
Every hair on his body stood on end. His aged heart seemed to be clutched tight by an invisible giant hand, and overwhelming terror instantly flooded through him.
The old scholar, who had just been doing his utmost to put on the airs of a paternal official before Wang Chen, rolled his eyes back and fainted on the spot.
Fortunately, Duan Yongfeng was quick-eyed and quick-handed, catching him at once. Otherwise, if he had cracked the back of his head in the fall, he might have gone straight to heaven.
The constables and yamen runners around them all went pale as dirt. Some had trembling legs and chattering teeth; others swallowed hard and quietly backed away, wanting to put more distance between themselves and the demon head on the ground.
Under the laws of the Great Liang Kingdom, any matter involving demons was handled by the Blood-Clad Guard.
Thus, few of these people had ever seen a real demon.
More importantly, the demon head Wang Chen had severed still retained a great deal of demonic aura. As it dispersed, it naturally intimidated and terrified ordinary people.
It was perfectly normal for the old county magistrate to be frightened unconscious.
Only after Duan Yongfeng pinched his philtrum and fed him a Spirit-Awakening Pill did he slowly come to.
Having made such a fool of himself before everyone, how could this old county magistrate, who cared so deeply about face, possibly have the nerve to keep arguing with Wang Chen? He immediately struggled to his feet, covered his face with his sleeve, and fled in panic.
Wang Chen