The green-clad false ghost warden, now exposed by QingWu, seemed to swell grotesquely, his already ugly head resembling a fly crammed into a human skin. "Arrogant mortals! You court death!" he shrieked, swinging the soul-reaping chain toward QingWu. With a cold sneer and a glimmer of ghostly light in her eyes, QingWu raised her hand. The chain abruptly reversed its trajectory, coiling tightly around the warden's own neck. A panicked scream tore through the air as his body deflated, the human disguise peeling away like a punctured balloon. In a flash, Xiao Chenyuan's sword struck. A chilling glint pierced the fly-headed creature, pinning it to the ground as its grotesque body writhed. The chain that had once obeyed the imposter now constricted him like a serpent. "I am a ghost emissarie

