Lao Ha's corpse was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, only a pair of feet were exposed, the smell of blood was very faint, it was obvious that the assassin had dealt with it, if it weren't for Fan Xian's nose being very sensitive under Fei Jie's teaching, maybe he would have missed it.

Fan Xian still stood quietly in the corner, the darkness hiding the assassin as well as himself.

He learned the method of the blind man Wuzhu, trying to calm himself down, the true qi slowly flowed in his body, and his heartbeat formed a very tacit harmony with the noise outside the street.

The Assassin should not have left yet. The secret agents of the Supervision Yuan have always been meticulous in their methods, and after poisoning Fan Xian, they will definitely wait until the evening to confirm the death of this illegitimate child, and then leave the port of Lanzhou at night. In this city, since the Assassin was posing as Lao Ha's nephew, he must be most familiar with the building, and would not be willing to look for another observation spot.

But the development of things was somewhat beyond Fan Xian's prediction, he carefully observed the room, except for the cold corpse of Lao Ha on the bed, he did not find anyone else.

He walked slowly along the wall into the room, trying to be careful not to make a noise from touching the furniture in the room, his eyes drifting over the roof and some corners that were not easy to notice.

Walking along the wall to the windowsill, the outside light came in through the window, and Lao Ha's family was obviously not rich enough to use glass, so the light in the house was not very bright. Fan Xian stood quietly beside those fluffy lights, using the contrast between light and darkness to hide his whereabouts.

After standing for a long time, he frowned, thinking that he might have really misjudged, the poisoned assassin might have left the port of Lanzhou a long time ago, if this was the case, it would obviously be a mistake for him to come here as soon as possible, instead of controlling Steward Zhou.

He walked to the bedside to see the cause of poor Lao Ha's death, but as his footsteps got closer and closer to the bed, his mood became more and more nervous, because he heard some kind of suppressed extremely light breathing, the sound of this person's breathing had been hidden in the noise of the vegetable field until Fan Xian approached the bed, and he could not hear it.

It turned out that when the assassins found out that someone had come in, they had already hid behind Lao Ha's corpse.

Breathing from behind the body on the bed was steady, about seven breaths per minute. If Fan Xian didn't have an abundant innate true qi that ordinary people couldn't imagine, and his ears were sharp, then it would be impossible to hear it.

Fan Xian's footsteps stopped, looking 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 life, and there was a faint sound in the distance, and I could hear what seemed to be a carriage coming this way.

He knew that in front of the building was a vegetable market, and it happened that the road had become very narrow here, and it would be difficult for the carriage to pass by, so he gently held the dagger and waited quietly.

The Assassin was also waiting behind the corpse, he didn't see who entered the room, only that the other person seemed to have the same patience as himself, and after a long time, he felt that he seemed to have underestimated the danger here, and he should not stay here and wait for the people who might be traced here, but should leave as soon as possible.

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A carriage drove slowly past the vegetable market, and the vendors on both sides began to curse, and the sad face of the coachman was clearly visible, and he was not willing to take this road if he was not in a hurry.

Finally, the vendors vacated a section of the road, and the coachman thanked the people around him, and then waved his whip, and the carriage stepped forward, but a box of eggs was squeezed, and the egg seller was very angry, and pulled the reins of the horse, and the whole vegetable field roared into a noise, and the sound was very noisy.

In a small building next to the vegetable market.

Hearing a boom outside, taking advantage of the cover of the sound outside, Fan Xianqi quickly raised his right foot, stepped on the ground, and the whole person jumped to the side of the bed, and with a flip of his right hand, a slender dagger stabbed fiercely behind Lao Ha's corpse!

At that moment, Fan Xian saw the assassin's appearance clearly, his eyes were cold, and the eyebrows on his eye bones were a little scattered, it could be seen that he was not very old, and his appearance was very ordinary, but his lips were a little thick, and the skin on his cheeks was a little dry.

The right hand of the assassin, who seemed to be unprepared on the bed, suddenly moved, and a small black crossbow arrow pierced through his sleeve and flew out, shooting directly at Fan Xian's face—and Fan Xian's feet had just touched the ground, and his right hand had already been raised, and there was no defense in his entire chest and abdomen.

The crossbow bolts fly fast, like a ghostly light!

At the moment when the crossbow machine sounded, Fan Xian reacted, thanks to Wuzhu's wooden stick that is faster than the crossbow arrow in these years, his toes touched the ground, but he didn't step on it, his back heels didn't touch the ground, and with the power of his toes, his whole body deviated a few inches to the right when he had no way to borrow force in the air.

The crossbow bolt grazed the left side of Fan Xian's face in extreme danger, and shot deep into the wooden beam of the roof, with a muffled sound.

The assassin's face was full of shock, as if he couldn't imagine that the person who came was the beautiful boy who should have been poisoned to death, and he couldn't imagine that this young man could dodge the dark crossbow fired at such a close distance!

At this time, the slender dagger in Fan Xian's hand had already stabbed into the assassin's body in the direction of the twisting body, making an unpleasant muffled sound, like the feeling of a kitchen knife cutting into pork. It's just a pity that Fan Xian was a little biased in order to dodge the crossbow arrows, and the slender dagger only plunged into the assassin's shoulder instead of killing the other party.

The assassin flicked on the bed like an eel in the water, his left hand sharpened, and he was about to get up and deliver a fatal blow to Fan Xian - but the sharp pain in his shoulder and a downward impact caused him to fall back involuntarily, and the finger that was holding the crossbow loosened.

When he got up, he was already prepared for the pain in his shoulder, but he didn't expect the pain to be so intense, and ...... The little boy's dagger actually went through his shoulder, stabbed into the bed board fiercely, and nailed his body alive!

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The assassin's movements failed, and Fan Xian's left hand slammed into the opponent's throat with great speed. The Assassin's unremarkable cheeks finally revealed a fear of death, and his thick lips were slightly open, as if ready to say something.

Fan Xian's heart shrank, he felt a slight chill, he didn't give the other party a chance to speak or fight back, the tiger's mouth was forced, and with a click, the assassin's neck was broken, his head was tilted to the side, and he was killed on the spot.

His hand remained on the Assassin's broken neck for a moment, feeling the joints shatter and the blood oozing cold, before he finally retracted his hand and began to half-crouch and gasp for air.