As the pine trees rustled, seven poisoned sleeve arrows tore through the night. The Xia Yin assassin leaned back and flipped over, the cold gleam brushing past his throat and nailing into the ancient cypress, the bark instantly rising with corrosive blue smoke.
A man dressed in coarse linen stepped out from the side, his emotionless eyes appearing particularly eerie at this moment. He slightly raised his head, letting down the burden in his hand lightly, while the coachman of the nearby carriage put on a bamboo hat.
"Collect."
The coachman beside him drew a short knife, directly slashing the axle of the carriage beside him, extracting a short crossbow from within. Ding ding ding, three buzzing sounds, three bone-piercing nails had formed a perfect triangle sealing the escape route, the iron wires entwined on the tail stretching into a lethal net in the moonlight.
