104: Black-faced Judge
“Last time, we spoke of the Black-Faced Judge, whose face was dark, his physique imposing, and who wielded an iron brush and a wooden plaque. Though his face was dark, he was most impartial, specializing in killing those who committed numerous evil deeds; though his methods were ruthless, he most hated evil, only doing things to punish evil and promote good! It could be said that he was like a Demon Lord descended from the heavens, truly a Tai Sui God in the human world!
“One day, the Black-Faced Judge happened to pass through a forest, only to hear the screams of a young woman...”
“Hurry up and tell us what happened next!”
The impatient diners in the restaurant shouted out.
Bang!
The storyteller slammed his gavel, flicked his folding fan, and then took out a tray. Everything was left unsaid.
“You old man, you still have this stingy nature...”
Familiar diners laughed and cursed, but still placed a few copper coins into the round tray in front of the Old Man's table.
Seeing that the time was right, the storyteller slammed his gavel, closed his folding fan, lightly coughed, and continued, “How could the Black-Faced Judge stand by when he encountered such a matter? He immediately...”
Creak
The private room door closed, and the sound immediately became much quieter.
“Why did you close the door? I haven't listened enough!”
Qian Xue pouted and said discontentedly.
“If you keep listening, the dishes will get cold...”
Han Yi immediately gave her a rap on the head.
“You, you big idiot...”
After leaving the Bai Family Courtyard, the three of them, Han Yi, chose a nearby restaurant. After all, to celebrate properly, they couldn't just go to the snack street.
“Sanren Bai, I'll toast you, old man...”
“Good, good...”
Bai Sanren's old eyes narrowed slightly, his face full of smiles.
During the meal, Han Yi occasionally got up to toast or pour wine for Bai Sanren.
To be honest, in the past few days, Han Yi had benefited greatly from Bai Sanren.
It could be said that he had made up for the weakness of his foundation and had also learned many secret techniques. Although he and Bai Sanren did not have the name of master and disciple, they had the reality of it.
Regardless of Bai Sanren's initial purpose, at least, Han Yi had nothing but respect for Bai Sanren!
“The Black-Faced Judge actually saw a horrifying scene in the forest!”
The storyteller put on a surprised and angry expression.
“What? Tell us, tell us quickly!”
“It turned out to be Iron Kill, the second-in-command of the Black Wind Stronghold, who was actually attempting that wicked deed in broad daylight...”
Qian Xue felt that drinking was very boring. After eating and drinking her fill, she opened the private room door early, leaned against the rosewood railing, and listened to the storyteller's tale.
Han Yi's hand holding the wine cup paused slightly. He seemed to have heard a familiar name.
“How could the Black-Faced Judge tolerate a bandit leader like Iron Kill committing such a heinous act in broad daylight? He immediately took action...
“This Iron Kill was also a ruthless person. He risked losing his life and managed to survive by chance. He fired a signal arrow, and countless bandits arrived, vowing to cut the Black-Faced Judge into minced meat!
“But who knew that the Black-Faced Judge was incredibly brave? In a moment, he killed all these bandits, leaving no armor behind. Even the fearsome Iron Kill was no match for him in a single blow...
“The Black-Faced Judge cut off Iron Kill's head with one slash, saved the beautiful woman, and removed a great evil from our An Yan City. Afterwards, he left a wooden plaque engraved with 'Punish Evil and Promote Good' beside Iron Kill's corpse and then floated away, living a life like immortal companions with the beautiful woman!”
“Good, well killed!”
At this point, the audience below cheered.
“I heard that the 'lecher' Wu Awei was also killed by the Black-Faced Judge?”
A diner asked the storyteller.
“I am not talented, but in the Martial Alliance, I saw from afar the person who completed the mission regarding Wu Awei. It was indeed the work of the great hero, the Black-Faced Judge!”
The storyteller shook his folding fan and said, swaying his head.
“Truly a hero with a benevolent heart...”
“Yes, it is truly a blessing for us in An Yan City to have the protection of the Black-Faced Judge...”
“In the future, I also want to become a great hero like the Black-Faced Judge!”
Inside the private room, Qian Xue's small face was flushed, her eyes full of longing.
Black-Faced Judge...
Who spread this...
Han Yi sat on the brocade chair, feeling a bit dumbfounded. After listening to the story for a long time, he didn't expect the protagonist to be himself!
He didn't particularly like or dislike this title.
He just felt that, by chance, he had made a name for himself, and it could be considered leaving his mark on this world...
Of course, it would be false to say he wasn't happy. His deeds were being praised, and Han Yi felt a bit proud inside.
However, it was a bit interesting at first, but the more he listened, the more something felt wrong.
This storyteller was exaggerating too much, talking about entering and exiting seven times, his spear remaining erect, and then saying things like a rogue's head exploring a jade trench, sneaking into a spring pool and swimming freely...
Clatter!
A piece of broken silver fell from the sky and landed steadily in the tray in front of the storyteller.
Throwing silver into the tray is not a skill, but for the silver to fall without any shaking and land steadily in the center of the tray is not something ordinary people can do.
The storyteller was an Old Man with white hair, wearing a blue scholar's robe. In front of him was a stack of paper filled with tiny characters. At this moment, he was holding a folding fan in one hand and a teacup in the other, moistening his throat.
The Old Man looked at the conspicuous silver among the pile of copper coins in the tray, firststunned, then he looked up. At the second-floor railing, a young man with a brocade robe, sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and a handsome face had appeared at some point.
The storyteller clasped his hands and bowed to Han Yi on the second floor.
“Thank you for your generosity, Young Master. Do you have any advice regarding this story?”
“It's well written. Don't write it again next time!”
Han Yi said with a dark face.
“Han Boy, that day, the Hungry Tiger didn't seem to be from near An Yan City. It seemed to have suddenly run out from the depths of the Black Rock Mountains...
“So the 'Tianji Mirror' of the Bureau of Unusual Matters didn't detect it either...”
Inside the private room, at the wine table, Bai Sanren's face was flushed. He was a little drunk.
Gulp!
Bai Sanren drank the cup of Hua Diao wine in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said.
“I can only say that it was our bad luck that we happened to encounter this matter. A simple investigation mission, yet such an unexpected event occurred...”
There was a hint of helplessness in Bai Sanren's words. Although the rewards for missions from the Bureau of Unusual Matters were generous, they were always fraught with twists and turns and full of danger.
“So, it was really just a coincidence, bad luck...”
“Hmph, I think it's definitely because of you, this unlucky guy!”
Han Yi ignored Qian Xue's muttering and quickly refilled Bai Sanren's glass.