Old Ha's body lay on the bed, covered by a quilt. Only his feet could be seen. The smell of blood was faint. It was obvious that the assassin had taken care of it. If Fan Xian's nose had not been so sensitive under Fei Jie's tutelage, he might have missed it.
Fan Xian stood quietly in the corner. The darkness hid the assassin, as well as himself.
Learning from the blind Wu Zhu, Fan Xian tried to calm himself. Zhenqi flowed slowly through his body, and his heartbeat harmonized with the noise outside.
The assassin should not have left yet. The Overwatch Council's spies had always been meticulous. After poisoning Fan Xian, they would have waited until nightfall to confirm the illegitimate son's death. Only then would they have left Danzhou Harbor. And in this city, since the assassin had disguised himself as Old Ha's nephew, he must be familiar with this building and would not be willing to look for another observation spot.
But things had developed beyond Fan Xian's expectations. He carefully observed the room. Other than Old Ha's cold body on the bed, there was no one else there.
He slowly walked along the wall into the room, careful not to make any noise when he bumped into the furniture. His eyes drifted over the roof and some inconspicuous corners.
He walked along the wall until he was near the window. Outside light shone in through the window. Old Ha's house was obviously not rich enough to use glass, so the light in the room was not very bright. Fan Xian quietly stood next to the light, using the contrast between light and darkness to cover his tracks.
After standing there for a long time, he frowned. He might have been wrong. The poisoned assassin might have left Danzhou Harbor long ago. If that was the case, coming here first instead of restraining Housekeeper Zhou was obviously a mistake.
He walked to the side of the bed, wanting to see how poor Old Ha had died. As he got closer and closer to the bed, he became more and more nervous because he heard a suppressed and light breathing sound. This person's breathing had been hidden in the noise of the market earlier. It was only when Fan Xian got closer to the bed that he could hear it.
When the assassin discovered someone had come in, he had already hidden behind Old Ha's body.
The breathing behind the body was very steady, about seven breaths per minute. If Fan Xian did not have an abundant amount of Xiantian zhenqi and sharp hearing, he would not have been able to hear it.
Fan Xian's footsteps stopped. He looked at the bed for a long time. He didn't know if it was a trap.
Outside the window, there was still the sound of people peddling their wares, and there was a very faint sound coming from afar. It seemed like a carriage was approaching.
He knew that there was a market right in front of the building, and it just so happened that the road became very narrow. It would be difficult for the carriage to pass through, so he held the dagger gently and waited quietly.
The assassin was also waiting behind the corpse. He didn't see who had entered the room, but he knew that the intruder was as patient as he was. After a while, he felt that he had underestimated the dangers of Danzhou Harbor. He shouldn't have stayed here and killed anyone who might be able to track him down. He should have left as soon as possible.
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A carriage slowly made its way through the market. The peddlers on both sides of the road began to curse. The driver's worried face was obvious. If not for the fact that he was in a hurry, he wouldn't have taken this road either.
With great difficulty, the peddlers cleared a path. The driver expressed his gratitude to the people around him, then cracked his whip. The carriage moved forward, but it crushed a crate of eggs. The egg peddler was very angry. He pulled on the reins, and the whole market became very noisy.
In the small building next to the market.
Fan Xian heard the explosion outside. Taking advantage of the noise outside, he quickly lifted his right foot and jumped to the side of the bed. With a flip of his right hand, a slender dagger viciously stabbed into the back of Old Ha's body.
In that instant, Fan Xian clearly saw the assassin's appearance. His eyes were cold, and his eyebrows were a little messy. He could see that he was not very old, and his appearance was very ordinary. Only his lips were a little thick, and the skin on his cheeks was a little dry.
The seemingly unprepared assassin's right hand suddenly moved. A small black crossbow bolt pierced through his sleeve and flew out, heading straight for Fan Xian's face. Fan Xian's feet had just touched the ground, and his right hand was already raised. His chest and abdomen were completely unprotected.
The crossbow bolt flew very fast, like a ghostly light.
The moment the crossbow rang out, Fan Xian reacted. With the help of Wu Zhu's wooden stick, which was faster than a crossbow bolt, the tip of his foot touched the ground, but he didn't step on it. His heel didn't touch the ground, so he used the strength of his toes to twist his body in the air. Without any leverage, he shifted his body a few inches to the right.
The crossbow bolt narrowly missed Fan Xian's left cheek and shot deep into the wooden beam of the roof with a dull thud.
The assassin's face was full of shock. He didn't expect the newcomer to be the beautiful young man who should have been poisoned to death. He didn't expect the young man to be able to dodge a crossbow shot at such a close range.
At this moment, the slender dagger in Fan Xian's hand had already followed the direction of the twisting body and ruthlessly pierced into the assassin's body. It made a very unpleasant sound, like the sound of a kitchen knife cutting into pork. Unfortunately, in order to dodge the crossbow bolt, Fan Xian's hand was a little off course. The slender dagger only pierced into the assassin's shoulder, but didn't kill him.
The assassin bounced off the bed like an eel in water. His left hand flashed, and he prepared to give Fan Xian a fatal blow. But the pain in his shoulder and the downward force caused him to involuntarily fall back down. The fingers holding the crossbow let go.
When he got up, he was already prepared for the pain in his shoulder, but he didn't expect it to be so severe. Furthermore, the young boy's dagger had actually pierced through his shoulder and stabbed into the bed frame, pinning his body to the ground.
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The assassin's movements failed, and Fan Xian's left hand quickly grabbed the assassin's throat. The assassin's plain face finally showed the fear of death. His thick lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something.
Fan Xian's heart shrank, and he felt a slight chill. He didn't give the assassin a chance to speak or fight back. He tightened his grip, and with a crack, the assassin's neck was broken. His head tilted to the side, and he died on the spot.
His hand was still on the assassin's broken neck for a while. He felt the bones break, and the blood that seeped out gradually grew cold. Finally, he withdrew his hand and began to half-crouch, gasping for breath.
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