The night was deep.
The merchant ship moored near the shore gently rocked, the hull making soft plopping sounds as it was hit by the river water.
At this moment, most of the sailors had already fallen into slumber, and the sound of snoring resounded in the lower cabins.
Only the fishing lamps on the deck were still lit.
Two crew members responsible for the night watch were patrolling back and forth along the ship's rail.
One sailor had just reached the bow of the ship when suddenly all the hairs on his body stood on end.
Instinctively sensing something amiss!
Whoosh!
The sailor was just about to shout a warning when a feathered arrow shot swiftly towards him at lightning speed.
Thud!
Poor sailor didn't have a chance to dodge before the arrow pierced through his throat.
The lantern he was holding fell heavily onto the deck, the kerosene inside scattering everywhere.
Flames immediately burst forth from the bow!
