Lao Ha's body was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, only a pair of feet were exposed, the smell of blood was very faint, it was obvious that the assassin had already dealt with it, if it wasn't for Fan Xian's nose being very sensitive under Fei Jie's teaching, maybe will be missed.
Fan Xian still stood quietly in the corner, the darkness concealed the assassin and himself.
He learned the blind man Wu Zhu's method, tried to calm himself down, his true energy flowed slowly in his body, and his heartbeat formed a tacit harmony with the noise outside the street.
The assassin should not have left yet. The spies of the Overwatch Council have always been meticulous in their approach. After poisoning Fan Xian, they would wait until night to confirm the death of the illegitimate child, and then leave Danzhou Port in the dark. And in this city, since the assassin pretended to be Lao Ha's nephew, he must be most familiar with this building, and would not be willing to look for another observation location.
But the development of the matter was somewhat beyond Fan Xian's prediction. He observed the room carefully, and found no one else except the cold corpse of Lao Ha on the bed.
He walked slowly along the wall into the room, trying his best not to make any noise when his body touched the furniture in the room, his eyes drifted over the roof and some corners that were not easy to notice.
Walking along the wall to the window sill, the outside light came in through the window. Lao Ha's house was obviously not rich enough to use glass, so the light inside the house was not very bright. Fan Xian stood quietly beside those fuzzy lights, using the contrast between light and darkness to conceal his whereabouts.
After standing for a long time, he frowned, thinking that he may have really made a mistake in his judgment, the assassin who poisoned him might have left Danzhou Port long ago, if that was the case, he would have come here as soon as possible instead of controlling Housekeeper Zhou obviously made some mistakes.
He walked to the bedside, wanting to see the cause of poor old Ha's death, but as his footsteps got closer and closer to the bedside, his mood became more and more nervous, because he heard some depressive and extremely light breathing, The sound of this person's breathing had been hidden in the noise of the vegetable market until Fan Xian approached the bed.
It turned out that the assassin had already hid behind Lao Ha's body when he found someone coming in.
The breathing behind the dead body on the bed was very steady, about seven breaths per minute. If Fan Xian hadn't possessed an unimaginable abundance of innate qi and keen hearing, it would have been impossible for him to hear.
Fan Xian stopped and looked at the bed for a long time, wondering if it was a trap.
There was still the cry of vitality outside the window, and there was a very slight sound from a distance, and it seemed that a certain carriage was coming this way.
He knew that there was a vegetable market in front of this building, and it happened that the road became very narrow here, and it would be difficult for the carriage to pass by, so he gently held the dagger and waited quietly.
The assassin was also waiting behind the corpse. He didn't see who the person entered the room. He only knew that the other person seemed to have the same patience as himself. After a long time, he felt that he seemed to have underestimated the danger here in Danzhou Port and should not stay Waiting here to silence the people who may be traced here, but should leave as soon as possible.
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A carriage drove slowly past the vegetable market, and the vendors on both sides began to curse. The sad face of the driver was clearly shown. If he was not in a hurry, he would not want to take this road.
Finally, the vendors cleared a section of the road. The driver thanked the people around him, then swung his whip, and the carriage moved forward, but a box of eggs was crushed. The egg vendor was very angry and pulled the reins , The whole vegetable market rang out with a bang, and the sound was very noisy.
In the small building next to the vegetable market.
Hearing a bang from outside, taking advantage of the cover of the outside sound, Fan Xianqi raised his right foot extremely quickly, stomped on the ground, and jumped to the side of the bed, flipping his right hand, a slender dagger struck He stabbed hard at the back of Lao Ha's corpse!
At that moment, Fan Xian saw the assassin's face clearly. His eyes were cold, and the eyebrows on the eye bones were a little scattered. It could be seen that he was not very old, and his appearance was very ordinary, except that his lips were a little thick and the skin on his cheeks was a little dry. .
The assassin, who seemed unprepared on the bed, suddenly moved his right hand. A small black crossbow bolt pierced through his sleeve, flew out, and shot directly at Fan Xian's face—and Fan Xian had just touched the ground with his feet, and his right hand had already been raised. When he got up, there was no defense at all in his chest and abdomen.
The flying speed of the crossbow arrow is very fast, like a ray of light!
The moment the crossbow was struck, Fan Xian reacted. With the help of Wuzhu's wooden stick that was faster than the crossbow over the years, he touched the ground with his toes but didn't step on it firmly. His heel didn't touch the ground. With a twist of his strength, his whole body deflected a few inches to the right in the air with no way to borrow strength.
The crossbow shot past Fan Xian's left face in an extremely dangerous manner, and shot deeply into the wooden beams of the roof with a muffled sound.
The assassin's face was full of shock, as if he didn't expect that the handsome young man who should have been poisoned to death was the one who didn't expect this young man to be able to escape the dark crossbow fired at such a close range!
And at this time, the slender dagger in Fan Xian's hand had already pierced the assassin's body in the direction of the twisting body, making an unpleasant muffled sound, just like the feeling of a kitchen knife cutting into pork. . It's just a pity that in order to avoid the crossbow arrows, Fan Xian's strike was a bit sideways. The slender dagger just penetrated the assassin's shoulder, but did not kill him.
The assassin bounced off the bed like an eel in water, flashed his left hand, and was about to get up to give Fan Xian a fatal blow—but immediately, the sharp pain in his shoulder and the downward impact made him fall down again involuntarily , The fingers holding the dark crossbow also let go.
When he got up, he was prepared for the pain in his shoulder, but he didn't expect the pain to be so severe, and... the little boy's dagger actually passed through his shoulder, and ruthlessly pierced into the bed board. His body nailed alive!
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The assassin's movements failed, and Fan Xian's left hand choked the opponent's throat extremely quickly. The assassin's plain face finally revealed the fear of death, and his thick lips were slightly parted, as if he was about to say something.
Fan Xian's heart shrank, and he felt a slight chill. Without giving the other party a chance to speak or fight back, the tiger's mouth was forced hard, and with a click, the assassin's neck broke, his head tilted to one side, and he was killed on the spot.
He still put his hand on the assassin's broken neck for a while, feeling the broken joints there, and the oozing blood gradually getting colder, then he finally retracted his hand, and began to squat down and gasp for breath.