As Yang Fan pondered, his gaze landed on a thicket in front of him. There was an archer hidden there. This was what Yang Fan had seen. The problem was, since the other party had already begun to suspect that the assassin or the assassin's accomplices were in the Yang residence, and had strengthened the supervision of the internal personnel, then would they be completely aware of the archer's arrangement?
Although the Yang residence was large, with the hunting range of the archers, the thirty people did not need to be too spread out. At least two archers could be arranged in each area. Huang Qilin was sitting there drinking wine and eating meat, obviously using himself as bait. Then, could there be a third archer in this position?
Yang Fan had already made up his mind. He smiled at Duan Wei Feng and said softly, "Brother Duan, I'm going to relieve myself."
"Wait, I'm going too!"
Duan Wei Feng, who was standing there like a javelin, hurriedly chased after him. However, Yang Fan did not rush to the toilet, but went around to the left of the pavilion behind a thicket of flowers and trees. This pavilion was surrounded by vegetation on three sides, and on one side was a small gravel path. He walked boldly to one side and began to take off his robe.
Hua Xiaoqian looked back and scolded, "What are you doing?"
Yang Fan turned back and said, "I'm going to relieve myself."
Hua Xiaoqian said angrily, "Do you think this is your vegetable garden? Don't you know where the toilet is? Do you think you can relieve yourself here? "
After being scolded, Yang Fan awkwardly fastened his pants and walked away dejectedly.
Hua Xiaoqian turned to Huang Qilin and said, "The residence should not have used these people at all. They are all a bunch of useless trash, country bumpkins who have never seen the world. They don't know any rules."
Huang Qilin smiled and said, "It's always good to have more eyes and ears. Unless the assassin knows how to make himself invisible, these people will at least be of some use."
Yang Fan walked towards the toilet, and the 'keeper' called Duan Wei Feng quickly followed. Yang Fan turned his head and smiled, "Brother Duan is going to relieve yourself too?"
Duan Wei Feng still had a serious expression on his face: "Let's take care of each other, that assassin might come at any time."
After entering the latrine, Yang Fan pretended to relieve himself as his thoughts raced. There was no one hiding in the bushes he had walked towards. The archer he had seen was hiding on the right side of the gazebo, where he had a wide field of vision and could cover three directions. If there was a second archer, since he was not hiding on the left side, the only possibility was that he was hiding in the bushes behind the gazebo.
They could no longer probe in this direction. Now that they were suspicious of the people inside, it would not be appropriate to use the method of attrition. If they chased Marquis Wu and the workshop attendants out, or sent Yang Mingsheng somewhere else, it would certainly make things more difficult for them.
The only thing he could do now was to end the battle as soon as possible. But if they ended the battle quickly, would they be able to dig out the real mastermind behind the scenes? Putting pressure step by step would make it easier for the mastermind behind the scenes to reveal himself …
Yang Fan could not make up his mind. He could not help but think of what Tin Aino had said to him: "Think thrice before you act when encountering a problem. Some things cannot be solved with knives and swords. Use your brain more, and perhaps things will be solved."
Yang Fan sighed softly. How could the matter before him be solved just by using his brain?
To lure the snake out of its hole …
To lure the snake out …
Yang Fan secretly made a decision. Leaving Yang Mingsheng alone was enough. He would first get rid of Cai Dongcheng and his men. Only Yang Mingsheng would be left alone. He would definitely take the initiative to ask for help from the mastermind behind the scenes, or …
Just as he was thinking, Duan Wei Feng's impatient voice came from outside: "Yang Fan, are you done?"
"Yes, I'm done!"
Yang Fan grinned as he walked out. He rubbed his stomach and said: "Brother Duan, is it inconvenient for you?"
Duan Wei Feng suppressed his disgust and glanced at him before turning to leave. Yang Fan grinned as he followed behind him. His gaze fell on Duan Wei Feng's saber. The saber was swinging back and forth at Duan Wei Feng's waist. It was a standard steel saber that was exactly the same as his own.
When the two of them returned to the gazebo, there was only a pile of chicken bones left in front of Huang Qilin. He stood up with a burp and said: "I'm going to relieve myself too."
Hua Xiao Qian and Justice Wang Wu Lve stood up at the same time and said: "We will go with you."
"Good chance!"
Yang Fan naturally would not miss such a good opportunity. Although the change in position of the few people in front of him was only for a moment, it was enough for him to grasp it. Yang Fan suddenly cried out in surprise and slashed the back of Duan Wei Feng's head with his palm. At the same time, he leaped forward.
Duan Wei Feng fell to the ground. Huang Qilin raised his head and saw that Yang Fan had knocked Duan Wei Feng unconscious with one palm. A look of surprise flashed across his face before he saw Yang Fan leaping towards him. He could not help but be shocked and immediately reached out to pull out his saber.
Just as he pulled out his saber, Yang Fan had already arrived. He used all his strength with the saber in his hand and pierced through Huang Qilin's chest. With a flick of his wrist, his five fingers moved like a pipa and slashed towards Wang Wu Lve's throat.
End the battle quickly!
If he failed, Yang Fan was not afraid of exposing his identity. His identity as a workshop attendant was originally chosen to investigate the whereabouts of his enemy. Since the enemy's tracks were already clear, it did not matter anymore. Of course, if he continued to use this identity as a cover, it would be of great help to him. If he had no other choice, he would not be willing to expose himself.
Wang Wu Lve fell to the ground. At the same time, Huang Qilin pulled back his saber and struck backwards with his left elbow. His body flipped to the side. These few movements were done in one go and were as fast as lightning. Although Huang Qilin was fat, his body was abnormally agile. He turned and moved, attacking and defending at the same time. In a short while, he had changed his body a few times.
But when he retreated to the side of the stone railing and stood still, his strength was exhausted. His stomach had been pierced by a saber and slashed out diagonally. There was a large wound and his intestines were dragged on the ground for who knows how far. Under the dark shadows, he could not see the blood that was flowing out but he knew that the faint black thing that was flowing out was his blood.
"Sou!"
A sharp arrow was shot out from the flowering shrubs behind the pavilion. As expected, there was an archer lying in ambush here. This archer's reaction was indeed fast. But in the small pavilion, Yang Fan's figure was constantly moving. He swept horizontally to assassinate Huang Qilin. With one hand on the stone platform, he crushed Wang Wu Lve's throat with the other and rolled to the side. He had done everything in one go.
And in the small pavilion, Huang Qilin was leaning against the railing. Wang Wu Lve and Hua Xiaoqian were also standing. This meant that there was a meat screen in three possible directions where the archer could be lying in ambush. The archer's reaction could not be said to be slow. Moreover, he had seized the gap between the few people standing and quickly shot an arrow. But it was not easy to hit Yang Fan.
Yang Fan killed Huang Qilin and Wang Wulue with a wave of his hand. Then, he rushed into the flowerbed, and a scream rang out from the flowerbed. Yang Fan crashed into another flowerbed on the other side, followed by another scream. Once an archer was closed in, he could only wait to be slaughtered.
Hua Xiaoqian stood there like a wooden chicken. His body was cold, and his teeth were chattering. Everything had happened too suddenly and too fast. He had never thought that the assassin was in the mansion, and right beside him. It was that simple and honest looking Yang Fan.
"Quick …"
Hua Xiaoqian had only shouted one word. Before the word "come" left his mouth, his eyes bulged out of their sockets. At this time, Yang Fan was standing up from behind the shrubs, holding a large bow in his hand.
This was a white birch bow, a standard Tang bow. The wood of the bow and the birch bark used for decoration were all of excellent quality. When the bow was not fully stretched, it was more than 1.6 meters long, almost 1.7 meters. It was not much shorter than Yang Fan's body.
The bowstring was vibrating so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. Under the illumination of the lights in the pavilion, one could only vaguely see a halo of light where the bowstring was.
Hua Xiaoqian slowly lowered his head and saw that there was an arrow stuck in his heart. The sharp arrow that could penetrate five layers of armor was deeply embedded in his heart. The triangular arrowhead hooked onto his heart. Six blood grooves pumped out powerful blood from his heart and shot out from the wound.
Hua Xiaoqian blankly raised his head. His eyes were unfocused. The corner of his mouth twitched. His knees gave way, and he sat back down on the stone bench. Yang Fan quickly flashed over and cut off Huang Qilin's head. Then he quickly took the knife from Hua Xiaoqian's ribs and stuffed his own bloody knife into Hua Xiaoqian's hands.
Hua Xiaoqian sat there, a faint layer of light moving in his eyes. But it was reflected by the light. If you looked for yourself, you would see that his eyes were completely lifeless.
Voices rose up from all directions, shouting incessantly, one by one, figures flew over from all directions, Yang Fan immediately flew back and fell beside Duan Wei Feng. Almost at the same time, the first group of people arrived.
They saw that the lantern hanging under the pavilion was gently swaying in the wind. Huang Qilin had fallen face up on the railing. Half of his body was outside the railing. There was no head on his chest. The lower part of his body hung limply inside the railing. His abdomen was a bloody mess. Wang Wulue was lying on his side on the ground, motionless.
Hua Xiaoqian sat in front of the stone table in a daze. It was as if he had been scared silly. He ignored all the people surrounding him. But if one looked carefully at his chest, they would draw in a cold breath. A sharp arrow had pierced deeply into his body. His body was slightly leaning forward. The reason he did not fall was because the arrow was pressed against the stone table.
Everyone looked at each other. No one dared to speak. The lanterns and torches burned quietly. Occasionally, there would be a crackling sound. Among the people who had arrived in time, Wu Shaodong's position was naturally the highest.
Wu Shaodong had a sharp chin and a protruding forehead. His cheeks were slightly sunken. He looked thin, but with a pair of sword-like eyebrows, he looked very heroic. He slowly walked towards Huang Qilin and reached out to help him up. But in the end, he withdrew his hand. He took a deep breath and suddenly turned around. He sternly asked, "Just now, who was the first to arrive?"
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