Lao Ha's body was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, only one of his feet was exposed, the smell of blood was very light, it was obvious that the assassin had dealt with it. If Fan Xian's nose was not very sensitive under Fei Jie's guidance, he might have missed it.

Fan Xian was still standing quietly in the corner, the darkness hid the assassin and himself.

He learned the method of the blind Wuzhu and tried hard to calm himself down. The true energy flowed slowly in his body, and his heartbeat also formed a very tacit harmony with the noise outside the street.

The assassin should not have left yet. The spies in the Supervisory Office have always been meticulous in their actions. After poisoning Fan Xian, they will wait until the night to confirm the death of the illegitimate son, and then leave Danzhou Port in the dark. In this city, since the assassin pretended to be Lao Ha's nephew, he must be most familiar with this building and will not be willing to look for another observation location.

But the development of things was a little beyond Fan Xian's prediction. He carefully observed the room, and no one else was found except for Lao Ha's cold body on the bed.

He slowly walked along the wall into the room, trying to pay attention to his body and not make noises when touching the furniture in the house, and his eyes floated across the roof and some difficult corners.

Walking along the wall to the windowsill, the light outside came in through the windows. Lao Ha's house was obviously not as rich as glass, so the light inside the house was not very bright. Fan Xian stood quietly beside the fuzzy lights, concealing his whereabouts by the contrast between light and darkness.

After standing for a long time, he frowned, thinking that he might have really made a mistake in his judgment. The poisoned assassin might have left Danzhou Port long ago. If this were the case, he would have come here as soon as possible instead of controlling Butler Zhou, which was obviously a little wrong.

He walked to the bed and wanted to see the cause of poor Lao Ha's death, but as his feet got closer and closer to the bed, his mood became more and more nervous, because he heard some kind of suppressed and extremely light breathing. The man's breathing had been hidden in the noise of the vegetable market before, and it was not until Fan Xian approached the bed that he could hear it.

It turned out that after the assassin found that someone had come in, he had already hid behind Lao Ha's body.

The breathing behind the corpse on the bed was very stable, about seven breaths per minute. If Fan Xian did not have the abundant innate true energy that ordinary people could not imagine and had sharp ears, then it would be impossible to hear it.

Fan Xian stopped and looked at the bed for a long time. He didn't know if it was a trap.

There was still a hawking sound representing vitality outside the window, and a very slight sound came from afar. It was clear that a carriage was driving here.

He knew that there was a vegetable market on the front of the building, and the road just so narrow here, it would be a little difficult when the carriage passed by, so he gently held the dagger and waited quietly.

The assassin was also waiting behind the corpse. He did not see who was entering the room. He only knew that the other party seemed to have the same patience as himself. After a long time, he felt that he seemed to underestimate the dangers in Danzhou Port. He should not stay here to wait to silence the person who might have tracked down this place, but should leave as soon as possible.

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A carriage slowly drove past the vegetable market, and the vendors on both sides began to curse. The sad face of the coachman clearly showed up. If he hadn't been in a hurry, he wouldn't have been willing to take this path.

Finally, the vendors emptied a section of the road. The coachman expressed his gratitude to the people around him. Then he waved his whip and the carriage stepped forward, but a box of eggs was crushed. The vendor selling eggs was very angry and grabbed the reins of the horse. The entire vegetable market started to roar, and the sound was very noisy.

In the small building next to the vegetable market.

Hearing a buzzing sound from outside, taking advantage of the cover of the sound outside, Fan Xianqi raised his right foot very quickly, stepped on the ground, and jumped to the edge of the bed, flipped his right hand, and a slender dagger thrust into the back of Lao Ha's body!

At that moment, Fan Xian saw the assassin's appearance clearly. His eyes were cold and his eyebrows on his eyes were a little scattered. It can be seen that he was not old and had an ordinary appearance, but his lips were a little thick and his cheeks were a little dry.

The assassin, who seemed to be unprepared, suddenly moved his right hand. A small black crossbow arrow penetrated his sleeves and flew out, shooting directly at Fan Xian's face. At this time, Fan Xian's feet had just touched the ground, and his right hand had been raised, without any defense in his entire chest and abdomen.

The crossbow arrows fly very fast, like a faint light!

The moment the crossbow machine was squeaking, Fan Xian reacted, and helped Wuzhu's wooden stick faster than the crossbow arrow in recent years. The toes touched the ground but did not step on them, and the heels did not touch the ground. He twisted his toes with the power of his toes, and his whole body was moved several inches to the right without leveraging the force in the air.

The crossbow arrow wiped from Fan Xian's left face in extreme thrills, and shot deep into the wooden beams on the roof, with a dull sound.

The assassin's face was shocked, as if he had never expected that the person he had come was the beautiful boy who should have been poisoned to death, and he would not have expected that this boy could escape the dark crossbow fired at such a close range!

At this time, the slender dagger in Fan Xian's hand had already stabbed into the assassin's body in the direction of twisting his body, making a very unpleasant sound, just like the feeling of a kitchen knife cutting into pork. Unfortunately, in order to avoid crossbow arrows, Fan Xian's hand was a little tilted, and the slender dagger was just inserted into the assassin's shoulder without killing the other party.

The assassin bounced on the bed like an eel in the water, and his left hand appeared, ready to get up and give Fan Xian a fatal blow - but immediately the severe pain in his shoulder and a downward impact force made him fall back involuntarily, and his fingers that were holding the dark crossbow also loosened.

When he got up, he was ready for the pain on his shoulder, but he didn't expect the pain to be so severe. Moreover... the little boy's dagger actually penetrated his shoulders and pierced his body hard into the bed, nailing his body alive!

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The assassin's movement failed, and Fan Xian's left hand flew into the other party's throat in an extremely fast manner. The assassin's plain cheek finally showed fear of death, and his thick lips were slightly opened, as if he was about to say something.

Fan Xian's heart shrank, and he felt a slight chill. He did not give the other party a chance to speak or fight back. He exerted force and clattered, and the assassin's neck broke, his head tilted to one side, and he died on the spot.
Chapter completed!