My Years as an Executioner at the Autumn Assize Grounds

Good grief, you're the one who chopped that hole next door, aren't you?

Good heavens, if you're sewing up a corpse next door, you'll get your head chopped off.

Leaving aside your knowledge of the intelligence, you went to gather information, yet you weren't even prepared for a sneak attack? That's one thing, but you received the secret manual and didn't practice it, just idled away your days killing pigs.

Wow! You and those guys next door must be brothers! The boss is the arrester! You're the one who chops people up! The third one's a hairdresser! The fourth one's a crematorium worker! The fifth one's a coffin seller!

It's getting further and further off-topic. I'm dizzy! You executioner, instead of beheading me, you're just writing about all sorts of trivial things. What a waste of the book's title!

These two are amazing! 🤭

Good heavens, now Qidian (a Chinese online literature platform) offers a one-stop service for authors: executioners, corpse painters, corpse stitchers, paper doll makers, tombstone carvers, corpse suppressers... They just fleece the corpses, and in the end, they just scatter the ashes, and that's it, the job is done.

I can't stand it anymore! The protagonist goes to brothels every day, encounters a White Lotus Cult witch, and despite being a Night Watchman, he doesn't report her to the authorities and even flirts with her. Every time the protagonist goes to a brothel and enters the top courtesan's room, he gets drugged by the witch, wasting his money. It's so frustrating to watch.

Chapter Seven is truly vicious; it will kill you. The saying "the law won't touch you" was actually believed, and someone happily joined. How could someone with such a heart do something like this?

The protagonist hopes for others to be beheaded so he can benefit from it, and he finds amusement in the misery of others. His values ​​are so warped. Seeing this book fail is truly delightful!