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Wang Ergou's soul body shuddered violently inside the cage.

Though his intelligence was low now, with only the remnants of his soul's instincts left, his fear of Fang Mo's voice was carved into his bones.

Fang Mo's mind stirred.

[Punishment: Eternally imprisoned in the Prison Suppressor, awaiting orders.]

No harm in trying.

Fang Mo issued a command to the Record of Punishing Crimes in his heart:

"Summon Wang Ergou to execute a cudgeling sentence!"

The moment the words fell.

A beam of blood light shot out from the Record of Punishing Crimes, striking Wang Ergou's cage with precision.

"Crack."

The cage opened.

Wang Ergou's soul body floated out uncontrollably.

Then, the surrounding blood-colored mist began to converge on him, weaving and reassembling.

A few breaths later.

The mist dispersed.

Wang Ergou, who had been a sinister, terrifying figure in a black robe, now sported a completely new outfit.

A black jailer's uniform, a waist token at his belt, a square cap on his head, and thin-soled swift boots on his feet.

This was unmistakably a Jailer Uniform!

Even more absurdly, he now held a red-and-black Water-Fire Cudgel in his hand.

Wang Ergou looked down at his new skin, a bewildered expression spreading across his pale face.

He tugged at the hem of his clothes, glanced at the cudgel in his hand, and finally looked up at Fang Mo.

Fang Mo was taken aback too.

"Damn."

"Is it directly projecting my profession's traits onto the retainer?"

Fang Mo nodded in satisfaction, walked over, and patted Wang Ergou on the shoulder.

Though the touch felt ethereal, the sense of control was solid.

"From today on, you're the Extra Jailer of this Prison Suppressor."

"Number 9527."

"Work hard, and strive for an early sentence reduction."

Wang Ergou opened his mouth as if to protest, but under Fang Mo's encouraging (threatening) gaze, he wisely shut it.

Fang Mo pointed at Iron Bone Liu, who stood nearby like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Go."

"Loosen his bones for him."

"Remember, with force, with rhythm, with feeling."

Wang Ergou glanced at Iron Bone Liu, then at the vicious Wolf Tooth Club in Fang Mo's hand, and finally at his own Water-Fire Cudgel.

Though his gear was inferior, the identity of the one inflicting pain seemed to awaken memories of his life as a Demon cultivator.

A cruel smile slowly curled at the corner of Wang Ergou's mouth.

He lifted the Water-Fire Cudgel and strode step by step toward Iron Bone Liu.

Iron Bone Liu's soul body trembled.

"What are you doing?"

"We're all prisoners here—why torment each other!"

Wang Ergou paid him no mind, walking up to the cage.

The cage automatically shifted, once again transforming into that familiar long bench, pinning Iron Bone Liu firmly on it, rear end up, posture perfect.

"Hehe..."

Wang Ergou let out a sinister Strange Laugh and raised the Water-Fire Cudgel.

"Smack!"

A Crisp Sound rang out.

The Water-Fire Cudgel struck Iron Bone Liu's rear solidly.

Though the impact wasn't as thunderous as Fang Mo's Wolf Tooth Club, the cudgel carried the Prison Suppressor's unique punitive force, which was equally excruciating for a soul body.

"Oww--!"

Iron Bone Liu let out a miserable scream.

Fang Mo stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the scene like a foreman.

He keenly sensed that with that strike of the cudgel, an extremely faint but undeniably real warmth had materialized within his body.

"It works!"

Fang Mo's eyes lit up.

Although the feedback from this one strike was only about a third of what he'd get if he did it himself.

But this was fully automated grinding!

So this was the joy of hands-free labor?

"9527, did you skip breakfast?"

Fang Mo shouted discontentedly from the side.

"Put some muscle into it!"

"Faster!"

"Yeah, right there, beat him to death!"

Wang Ergou seemed to have been riled up by the scolding too, swinging the Water-Fire Cudgel like a whirlwind, the crack-crack-crack sound unending.

Fang Mo still wasn't satisfied, so he picked up the Wolf Tooth Club and walked over himself.

"Move aside, let me land a crit!"

"Boom!"

The massive Wolf Tooth Club came down, dealing tons of damage.

And so.

An eerie yet harmonious scene unfolded in the Prison Suppressor.

A Demonic Cultivator Remnant Soul in a Jailer Uniform, and a Warden wielding a Wolf Tooth Club, were jointly administering a merciless tag-team beating to another poor bastard.

Screams, impacts, and Fang Mo's occasional commentary wove together into a symphony called atonement.

About an hour later.

This exhilarating "physical exercise" finally neared its end.

Iron Bone Liu's soul body had been beaten nearly transparent, like a thin layer of cicada wing, ready to scatter with the wind at any moment.

But he hadn't let out a single sound.

Not because he didn't want to—he truly had no strength left.

Wang Ergou was also exhausted, leaning on the Water-Fire Cudgel and panting heavily, his Jailer Uniform soaked through with sweat—though ghosts don't sweat, the visual effect was quite convincing.

Only Fang Mo grew more spirited the more he fought, his whole body surging with blood and qi. Though he hadn't broken through to a new realm, the feeling of abundant power made him feel this round was well worth it.

"Final blow."

Fang Mo waved Wang Ergou away.

This moment of reaping the harvest had to be done by himself—it was a matter of ritual.

He raised the Wolf Tooth Club high, aiming at Iron Bone Liu's nearly invisible rear.