The Executioner of Midnight

Midnight Court, Executioner?

All the way there, Lu Xin watched Number Eight—or rather, Xu Jing—at work. He used his abilities without the slightest reservation, arrived at the bed of the leader of this General Koyaman gathering point as if he knew the place by heart, and seriously began preparing for the trial. It all felt very strange.

Xu Jing was a living person. Their handshake earlier had already proven that.

But his behavior was like that of a ghost descending at midnight.

Many strange feelings stirred in Lu Xin's heart, but he said nothing. He merely watched quietly from the side.

Xu Jing leaned over and looked at the sleeping man on the bed.

This self-proclaimed general had probably drunk too much. He was fast asleep, snoring loudly.

Only when Xu Jing seemed to lower himself and carefully study his face did the snoring suddenly stop.

It was as if some kind of sensation had startled him awake.

Several seconds after the snoring stopped, he suddenly flipped upright with a whoosh and fished a pistol from beneath his pillow.

With a flick of his thumb, he disengaged the safety and thrust the barrel straight at Xu Jing's face. "You are..."

Facing the dark muzzle with its safety off, Xu Jing abruptly thrust his forehead forward.

His eyes fixed coldly on the general. In a low voice, he said, "You are guilty."

No outsider could understand what the general was feeling. He had drunk his fill, then spent the night carousing with a woman from the gathering point. He had only just kicked her out and fallen into a deep sleep when an inexplicable stirring suddenly woke him.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw two dark figures standing beside his bed. One of them was even staring at him