A "worker" next to Maqiao stepped forward. His shoulders did not shake and his body did not move. He had a standard military posture, but no one paid much attention to him.
"Wu Beisheng, we arrived first."
"Tell me, what did you see!"
"This … at that time, we just came out from behind the flowering shrubs. Maqiao walked in front of me, so …"
The "worker" lowered his head in shame. "What I saw was … what you saw."
Wu Shaodong looked at Maqiao again, his eyes like arrows.
Maqiao's face was as pale as paper. He trembled like a leaf in the wind. It seemed that the bloody scene had scared him so much that he had not yet recovered from the shock. He looked at Wu Shaodong, but his eyes were blank, as if he did not see anything.
Wu Shaodong scolded, "You cowardly thing, speak!"
"Ah!"
Maqiao trembled in shock. He said incoherently, "I don't know, I didn't see anything. No, I saw, I actually didn't see …"
Wu Shaodong was furious. He dashed in front of him, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up to his tiptoes. He roared, "Speak! What did you see? "
Ma Qiao was completely awake. He shrunk his neck, his eyes darting around, and his voice trembled like a quail. "This lowly one … seemed to have seen … saw a black shadow flash into the bushes over there and disappear. Then, I saw everyone in the pavilion die. This lowly one … doesn't know if my eyes were playing tricks on me or if I really saw it …"
Wu Shaodong stared at him for a long time. He let go of his hand. At this time, someone came forward to check the two unconscious people on the ground. He shouted, "Wu Beisheng, they are still alive. They are just unconscious."
Wu Shaodong waved his hand and shouted, "Wake them up!"
…
The hall was as bright as day. Yang Mingsheng, with his face covered with a white cloth, sat in the master's seat. Cai Dongcheng and Wu Shaodong sat on his left and right. Yang Fan and Duan Weifeng stood in front of them.
Cai Dongcheng said amiably, "Don't be afraid. Tell me what happened."
Yang Fan seemed to have never experienced such a big scene before, so he was a little frightened. He nervously picked at his fingernails and said, "General, I didn't see anything. I just felt wind at the back of my head, and then my vision went black and I fainted. When I woke up again … I … I was already here."
Cai Dongcheng did not say anything, and turned his gaze towards Duan Wei Feng. Duan Wei Feng's face turned red, and said awkwardly: "It's the same for you. At that time, I only heard him cry out in alarm, and his body fell forward. Then, I also suffered a fierce blow to the back of my head, and then … I fainted, and when you woke up …"
Duan Wei Feng's face turned red, but Cai Dong Cheng's face darkened. He slowly stood up, clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth. After pacing for a long time, he impatiently waved his hand and someone brought Duan Wei Feng and Yang Fan away.
"Young Master!"
Wu Shaodong stood up and cupped his fists. "Here!"
Cai Dongcheng said solemnly, "From now on, do not leave my side for even a moment."
Wu Shaodong knew that Lang Jiang was thinking of his safety. His heart warmed, and he immediately replied, "Yes!"
Cai Dongcheng suddenly looked at Yang Mingsheng, and in his eyes, there was a hidden rage. He hatefully said, "Yang Langzhong, because of you, I have already lost three generals!"
Yang Mingsheng gave a strange smile, and gloomily said, "What does this have to do with me? Cai Lang Jiang, what happened that year, you and I both had a part in it. "
Cai Dongcheng flicked his sleeves and left, and cursed from afar, "This kind of trash, what's the point of living!"
Yang Mingsheng heard it, and slowly raised his head. His two black nostrils seemed to be sniffing the air, and hoarsely said, "Who said I have no joy in living? I want to know who he is! I want to know, will you be able to kill him, or will he be able to kill you? I will definitely know, I will definitely know … "
…
Cai Dongcheng left Yang Mingsheng's bedroom, and said to Wu Shaodong, "Being led by the nose like this is not a good strategy. It is easy to dodge a spear in the open, but difficult to guard against a stab in the dark. Tomorrow morning, we will withdraw all our men. "
Wu Shaodong said, "Lang Jiang, are we not going to avenge our brothers?"
Cai Dongcheng said, "Of course we will, but not here, in our territory."
He coldly glanced at Yang Mingsheng's bedroom, and coldly said, "Since that assassin already knows that I am also his enemy, will he let me go? I was careless, and underestimated him. That's why I acted like I was possessed, and only wanted to use Yang Mingsheng as bait. Little did I know that I am also the assassin's target. Since that's the case, why should I stay here? I want to see if he still dares to come to the military camp! "
The atmosphere in Yang Langzhong's residence was unprecedentedly tense, and the wind howled in all directions.
The first two times, the assassin only killed important people, and the ordinary Marquis Wu's workshop workers were nervous, but not especially afraid. But this time, the assassin went on a killing spree, and those who died were not only the generals, but also the officials from the Ministry of Justice, and the Yang Family's guards. For a moment, everyone was in danger.
No one knew who the murderer was. No one knew his identity, no one knew where he came from, and no one knew his motive. To be able to come and go without a trace in the heavily-guarded Yang Residence, this kind of ability was simply unimaginable. Hence, everyone looked at Wu Shaodong with a strange gaze, as if they were looking at a dead man.
But at least tonight, everyone could be more at ease, because someone had died tonight. That assassin was like a sword that would not return to its sheath until it saw blood. Tonight, he had drunk his fill of blood, and it was probably time for him to return to his sheath and rest.
But, the sword did not return to its sheath!
Yang Fan and Duan Wei Feng were knocked unconscious, and although it was not fatal, they still had a splitting headache. Tonight's patrol mission could only be handed over to the other two, and they went back to rest.
Duan Wei Feng and the other new batch of so-called workshop workers, because they arrived late, had to find another place to stay. Maqiao accompanied Yang Fan back to the woodshed, gave him some water, watched him rest, and then continued to patrol.
In the fourth watch period, Yang Fan's drunkenness suddenly stopped, and he quietly sat up.
His usual habit was to leave immediately after he succeeded, and look for another opportunity. But this time, he had to do it earlier.
Yang Mingsheng had already suspected that there might be someone in the inner circle who was in cahoots with the assassin. His situation was getting worse by the day, and at the same time, the successful assassinations made the security even tighter. It would not be easy to sneak an attack again, and if the other party changed their residence, it would be even more difficult. Taking action now, firstly, was to catch them off guard, and secondly, was forced by the situation.
There was a tree at the door, and in the tree, there was a nest, and in the nest, there were clothes. Green clothes, green headgear, short knife, short sword, and tiger boots were all wrapped up well in oilcloth. When Yang Fan changed them one by one, and then put on the Exorcism Ghost Mask, he looked like a different person.
This time, he wanted to fight head-on!
Yang Fan lay on the cornice, like a sculpture of an evil repelling ridge beast.
He had been lying on the cornice for close to two hours.
Lights flickered, and human figures moved. Although the assassin had already come tonight, and according to common sense, tonight should be safe, but after the enemy's bait was ineffective, and the defense shrank, it was obvious that the defense had become stricter.
This was within Yang Fan's expectations. He didn't expect to be able to kill the enemy by surprise. Tonight, he was going to go on a killing spree. Yang Fan slowly unsheathed his short sword. The starlight filled the sky, and reflected on the blade, flashing a strange light.
Yang Fan was about to pounce when two patrolling guards holding torches suddenly came out from the corner of the wall. Yang Fan lay down again, because one of the two was Maqiao.
Fortunately, they did not stay there for long, and quickly left. Yang Fan knew that Maqiao still had another two hours before his shift would be over, and he would need at least the time of three incense sticks to burn to make one round.
Yang Fan waited quietly, and when he estimated that Maqiao had already gone far away, another two patrolling guards came out from the corner of the wall. Yang Fan's legs bounced off the ground, and he floated down to the ground.
There were two patrolling guards, and there were two fixed sentries in the same place, and two archers in the grass. The archers were hidden, but Yang Fan had been lying in ambush on the cornice for two hours, so how could they not move at all? Therefore, Yang Fan knew each person's position like the back of his hand.
The first thing Yang Fan had to deal with was the archers, and the biggest threat to him was undoubtedly these two people. The arrows were fast, and it was night time, so he was not confident that he could avoid them.
The two patrolling guards walked over, and Yang Fan suddenly landed on the ground. He swept past the two patrolling guards like a black shadow, and directly pounced on an archer hidden in the grass.
The archer could only be slaughtered when the assassin got close to him. Yang Fan did not stop for a moment. With a wave of his sword and a kick, the archer's body was ruthlessly smashed into another corner where the other archers were hiding. Then, he pounced forward. At this moment, the two night patrollers he passed by fell to the ground with their hands on their throats.
"The assassin is here!"
The two sentries standing at the door shouted. The moment they unsheathed their swords, Yang Fan had already finished off the second archer, and pounced on them.
"Good thief, you dare come again? Let's see where you can run now!"
Wu Shaodong had been sleeping with his clothes on, and when he heard the noise, he immediately appeared at the door. When he saw Yang Fan, who was wearing green clothes and a green headgear, his eyes turned red, and he drew his sword and rushed forward.
The wind whistled, and Wu Shaodong's figure arrived as he shouted. The sword in his hand slashed out a dozen times in an instant, and halos seemed to appear around Yang Fan's body. Wu Shaodong's attack could be said to be unusually fierce.
Yang Fan was still able to deal with the combined attack of two guards and a fully-prepared bull. His short sword was like lightning, and one of the guards spun and screamed as he fell. Yang Fan leaped forward, his dagger tapped on another Imperial Bodyguard's saber, his body crouched down and sprang up, the saber in his boot was already in his palm, with a diagonal upward thrust toward Wu Shaodong's throat.
"Kill!"
Suddenly there was a flash of light from the sword. Although Yang Fan's sword could take Wu Shaodong's life, his own arm would definitely be chopped off. Yang Fan withdrew his sword in time, and turned his body to dodge. As he leapt backwards, he held the hilt of his sword in a reverse grip and stabbed out. The other guard cried out in pain, and fell backwards, dead.
As soon as Yang Fan's feet landed on the ground, the two swords whistled through the air, and chopped towards him at the same time.
The Palace Commander Cai Dongcheng arrived, and together with the fully-prepared bull Wu Shaodong, they fought Yang Fan together.
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