Iron Bones Reappear!

Iron Bone Liu roared madly in his heart, but could only lower his head and obediently greet him with a "Sir."

In this Prison Suppressing Realm, "scheming" was also a way to survive.

Fang Mo ignored Iron Bone Liu's inner turmoil. His gaze swept past the two men, landing on several new prison cages.

Gu Yichuan also saw Fang Mo at this moment.

His soul body slammed frantically against the bars of the cage, his face contorted with resentment.

"Fang Mo!!!"

"You despicable scoundrel!"

"May you die a horrible death!"

"I won't rest even as a ghost if I don't get you!"

Fang Mo walked slowly to the cage, hands behind his back, as if looking at a barking mongrel.

"Sir Gu, you have quite the temper."

"You're already a ghost now."

"What? Do you have no new tricks even as a ghost? Must you rely on curses?"

Fang Mo shook his head, a look of disappointment on his face.

"Since your mouth is so tough, let's settle your account first."

Fang Mo raised his hand.

"Buzz--"

The pitch-black [Record of Punishing Crimes] materialized out of thin air, hovering before him. Its pages flipped, rustling loudly.

Finally, it settled on a brand-new page.

Blood-red ink spread across the paper, and shocking words slowly appeared.

[Convict: Gu Yichuan]

[Biography: Intelligent in his youth, poor but ambitious, practiced swordsmanship diligently, vowing to eliminate all injustice in the world.]

[Joined the Punishment Department at twenty, initially upright and incorruptible, solved many difficult cases.]

[At twenty-five, he offended powerful figures while investigating a case, was framed and imprisoned, had his left finger severed, and suffered immense humiliation. His faith collapsed.]

[After his release, his temperament changed drastically. He used his authority as a weapon, engaging in corruption and embezzlement.]

[Accepted illicit money, covered up crimes for the wealthy; fabricated charges, framed former colleagues.]

[To obtain cultivation techniques, he annihilated the Li family, thirty-two people, and faked a scene of demonic possession.]

[To climb the ranks, he willingly became a lackey for the powerful, deceiving superiors and subordinates, preying on the common people...]

"Did the dragon-slaying youth become a wicked dragon?"

Fang Mo sneered.

"Unfortunately, that's no excuse for your wickedness."

As the biography concluded, a seven-character poem of judgment slowly condensed at the end of the page, each word exuding a bloody aura:

The White Tiger Hall sits high like wolves, Beneath silver fish robes, a black heart lies. Once vowed to sweep away injustice, But turned the butcher's knife on the loyal and good. A thousand pieces of gold buy weeping souls, Buried in a dry well, regret breaks the heart. If Heaven is blind, The Prison Suppressing Realm and Punishment Department will cleanse the eight desolate lands!

[Crimes: Greed, Slaughter, Dereliction of Duty, Framing...]

[Punishment: ...]

Fang Mo extended his right hand, his vital energy becoming ink, his brush strokes like dragons and snakes. With a grand sweep of his hand.

[Punishment: Caning * 1000]

After finishing, Fang Mo turned to look at Wang Ergou, who was waiting eagerly.

"9527."

"Your subordinate is here!"

"This task is yours."

Wang Ergou's eyes instantly lit up like 2000-watt light bulbs.

He excitedly licked his dry lips, clasped his fists, and knelt heavily on one knee.

"Your subordinate is willing to act on your behalf, Sir!"

"I will ensure Sir Gu enjoys service as if he were at home!"

"Go."

Fang Mo waved his hand dismissively, as if swatting away a fly, or perhaps as if starting a grand feast.

Wang Ergou had been holding back for a long time.

His jailer uniform fluttered as if in a wind, and the Water-Fire Cudgel spun in his hand in a beautiful flourish.

He strode with a swagger that acknowledged no one, stopping before Gu Yichuan's prison cage.

"Hehehehe..."

The sinister laughter made Gu Yichuan's soul instinctively tremble.

The prison cage opened.

An invisible force instantly pulled Gu Yichuan out and pressed him onto that familiar long stool.

"No! What do you want? I am an official of the court! I am from the Punishment Department..."

"Slap!"

The response was a heavy, dull thud from the cudgel.

The blow landed directly on his backside, shattering all his protests.

"Aooo--!!!"

A piercing scream instantly echoed throughout the entire Prison Suppressing Realm.

The three new monks watched, their scalps tingling. They huddled in the corner of their cages, closing their eyes and chanting scriptures, trying to use Buddhist dharma to ward off the dual impact on their sight and hearing.

Wang Ergou, however, grew more excited the more he hit.

Being hunted by the righteous path in life, and now being able to beat up a court lackey in death – this contrast gave him extreme satisfaction.

"Scream! Louder!"

"Weren't you quite the talker just now?"

"One thousand strikes, not one less! Sir said to spread the favor evenly!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The shrill screams echoed in the sky above the Prison Suppressing Realm, like the most beautiful musical score.

Fang Mo sat cross-legged on a protruding black stone, one hand supporting his cheek, the other gently tapping the cover of the pitch-black Record of Punishing Crimes.

His fingertips made dull sounds against the book cover, perfectly timed to fall between Gu Yichuan's screams, creating an eerie harmony.

He didn't look at the unfortunate soul undergoing punishment. Instead, his gaze fell upon the three newly arrived bald donkeys.

These three monks from the Western Desert were currently curled up in the corner of their cramped prison cage.

The old monk, who had a "deep exchange" with Fang Mo's cudgel, now had a face like pale gold paper. Although in soul form, he maintained a humiliating posture, covering his rear.

The other two weren't faring any better. One hadn't recovered from the dizziness of being headshotted, while the other watched Wang Ergou swinging his large club with a face full of terror.

"Something's not right."

Fang Mo murmured.

While these three monks possessed some skills, especially their Fiery Poison Palm and Golden Bell Shield, which would make them notable figures in the martial world, to say they could refine a demonic pill like the "Blood Spirit Pill," which required the heart blood of ninety-nine virgin boys and girls, was stretching it.