Chapter 388 Assassination

In fact, from the moment he left the palace, the blind man had kept his mental power scan active. Although this method consumed a lot of energy, this was the capital of the enemy country. Was this the time to be stingy?

Facts proved that it was always right to be cautious.

When assassins emerged from the walls of the houses on both sides of the road, the blind man Bei reacted immediately, with a speed that even surpassed the assassins.

"Master, up!"

As soon as the blind man spoke, Zheng Fan felt a force lifting him from below. He immediately understood and, taking advantage of the momentum, jumped up and grabbed the top of the carriage with both hands, lifting his feet up as well.

This action was a bit like playing on parallel bars in later generations.

The blind man did the same, using his mental power to stick himself to the side of the carriage.

"What about me?" A'ming asked.

"There's no room up there, and I can't lift three people."

The side of the carriage wasn't that big. With two men sticking to it, there wasn't much space left. The blind man's mental power wasn't a jack, and it was already difficult enough to support himself and the master.

But, to be honest, if they squeezed a little, there would still be some space; if he squeezed a little harder, lifting A'ming wouldn't be a problem either.

But,

Who told you to be so hard to kill?

A'ming "heh"ed, and moved forward, not getting out of the carriage, but instead choosing to stick himself to a corner of the front of the carriage.

Although the blind man didn't say it, he could guess what kind of weapons the assassins were using from the blind man's reaction. Rushing out of the carriage now would only make them a moving target.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!!!!!"

In an instant, crossbow bolts shot in, piercing the carriage. Zheng Fan felt many streams of air passing under him.

But because the assassins outside didn't expect the people inside the carriage to react in advance and stick themselves to the top of the carriage, they subconsciously lowered their height when shooting, still thinking according to the usual assumptions about where a normal person would be sitting in a carriage.

After the dense arrows, the sound of fighting came from outside the carriage. The silver-armored guards protecting the carriage were fighting with the assassins.

However, these assassins were all emitting light, meaning they were all experts who had entered the ranks. With a premeditated attack and the silver-armored guards having suffered more than half their casualties in the first round of arrows, they were no match for this group of fierce assassins.

Zheng Fan and the blind man came down from the side of the carriage.

The two of them looked at A'ming together.

A'ming had already been very cautious, but there were still two crossbow bolts stuck in his left arm and right leg.

A'ming shook his head while pulling out the arrows,

Silently lamenting that vampires really had no human rights.

Just then,

An assassin lifted the curtain of the carriage and poked his head in. In their minds, the people inside the carriage must have been dead beyond dead. He was only there to confirm, and because time was tight, he didn't probe at all.

A'ming, the tool man who had just pulled out the arrows from his body,

Conveniently stabbed the arrow into the other person's eye,

"Pfft!"

The assassin screamed and instinctively retreated, but A'ming quickly followed up, grabbed the other person's shoulders with both hands, and pulled him into the carriage. Then, without hesitation, he pierced his fangs into the other person's neck.

Immediately afterward, there was a "glug glug" sound, and the assassin's body began to deflate rapidly like a leaky balloon.

For A'ming, drinking blood used to be an elegant embellishment in life, but now it was a quick replenishment during battle.

"Master, use the Demonic Core!"

The blind man shouted in the voice chat.

After noticing the abnormality of the carriage, the assassins outside had raised their crossbows again.

This group of assassins was clearly well-trained, even when they had rushed down earlier, they had left shooters on both sides.

Zheng Fan didn't hesitate at all. The current change had truly affected his life and death, so he slammed his fist hard at the location of the Demonic Core in his chest.

"Buzz!"

Coldness, bone-chilling coldness began to be released from the Demonic Core, instantly filling Zheng Fan's entire body.

Calamity, curse, nightmare, all kinds of negative attributes began to be added.

Zheng Fan's pupils began to be stained with a layer of blood.

"Bang!"

Zheng Fan kicked his feet, and his whole body shot forward. The two assassins standing in front of the carriage only saw a figure coming towards them. Before they could even raise their knives, they were already flying.

Zheng Fan's arms had already stretched out, like two steel rods directly smashing into the assassins' necks, and the force even carried the two assassins flying seven or eight meters backwards.

At this time, the crossbowmen on both sides immediately reacted and pulled the trigger at Zheng Fan who had landed on the ground.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The two assassins who had been pressed to the ground by him were lifted up by Zheng Fan's arms, and all the crossbow bolts on both sides hit these two assassins.

"Huff... This should be the first time the Demonic Core has taken action since the master advanced to the eighth rank, right?" A'ming said.

"A biological son is always different."

The Demonic Core was originally the most feared of the many demon lords. In other words, it was also the strongest of the seven demon lords.

Such a performance, while astonishing, wasn't too surprising.

"Left or right?"

"Right."

A'ming got out of the carriage first and rushed directly to the right. The blind man followed closely behind. The two assassins on the right happened to turn around and attack.

Two needles appeared in the blind man's palm, while A'ming directly collided with the two assassins.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The two assassins reacted quickly and slashed horizontally, both knives embedded in A'ming's body, but A'ming's hands directly pressed on the wounds where the knives were embedded, preventing the other party from pulling them out.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The blind man's two silver needles pierced the temples of the two assassins in the next moment, and the two fell to the ground.

"Swish! Swish!"

Two arrows shot over, and A'ming quickly retreated, blocking in front of the blind man. Both arrows hit A'ming's chest.

The blind man clenched his fists,

In an instant,

A force directly hit A'ming, and A'ming took advantage of the momentum, tapping his toes and "flying" like a kite towards the opposite wall, which was above the two crossbowmen.

As he fell, A'ming conveniently pulled out the two knives still stuck in his body and slashed down together.

The two crossbowmen were hacked down by A'ming in disbelief and fell down. After twitching for a while, they quickly stopped moving.

A'ming climbed out of the wall again and came to the street, and on the other side of the carriage, five corpses of assassins had been neatly placed there.

Zheng Fan tilted his head, looking at the blind man and A'ming.

The assassins had all been cleared. In fact, these assassins were all very skilled, but in small-scale encounters, the advantages of the demon lords' strength and characteristics could be maximized.

Just like Yuan Zhenxing, who was shot to death by the ice river earlier, if it was a one-on-one fight, there really weren't many people in the Yan army who could match him, but under siege, he could only die very aggrievedly.

Fortunately, the number of assassins wasn't too large.

"The people are all killed, hurry back, don't overdraw the master too much." The blind man reminded.

Zheng Fan grinned and smiled twice, his eyes carrying an extremely suppressed sinister look, but in the next moment, his body fell backwards and he sat on the ground.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Zheng Fan began to cough violently. This feeling was like having just finished a long run in winter. His lungs had a slight tearing pain and his throat was also sweet.

"It's over?"

Looking around at the corpses of the assassins on the ground, Zheng Fan asked.

"It's over, master." A'ming said while continuing to pull out arrows.

Just then, dense footsteps came from the front and rear of the street. Teams of Qian soldiers had arrived at this time.

The leader of the team in front was none other than Zu Dongcheng's younger brother, Zu Dongling.

"What the hell is going on!" Zu Dongling roared.

Supported by the blind man, Zheng Fan barely stood up, looked at Zu Dongling in front of him, and shouted unceremoniously:

"We should be asking your Qian country what this means! If you want to kill, just kill directly, why hide your head and show your tail like this!"

In fact, Zheng Fan also knew in his heart that these assassins were definitely not sent by the Qian country. They had no reason to do so. He wasn't Li Fusheng, and killing him wouldn't mean much. It would also force the Northern Town Army outside the city to fulfill its promise and start slaughtering civilians to retaliate from tomorrow.

But he understood in his heart, and it didn't delay him from first putting the blame on them.

"Heh, if we really wanted to kill you, do you think you'd still be alive to talk to me now!" Zu Dongling retorted.

Zheng Fan stared at Zu Dongling with gloomy eyes and said:

"Escort us out of the city!"

"No, things haven't been investigated yet!"

Zu Dongling wanted to say who knows if you Yan people are staging this yourselves, but when he saw that these three Yan people were still alive and well, he didn't ask such a question.

If people don't die, how can you smear them and frame them?

"It's almost dawn. If I don't return to camp before dawn, tomorrow, a hundred thousand Qian people will die tragically because of your decision, General!"

Zu Dongling's face stiffened involuntarily, obviously restraining his anger.

To use the lives of Qian people to threaten the Qian army on the land of Qian country, this is really... a great shame!

"Escort the Yan envoy out of the city!" Zu Dongling issued the order.

The three of Zheng Fan started walking forward. When passing by Zu Dongling, Zu Dongling said in a deep voice:

"Yan envoy, I look forward to the day when I meet you on the battlefield in the future."

Zheng Fan smiled and said:

"Don't mention the future, and don't change the date. Let's do it today. Open the city gate now, and we'll directly practice with real swords and guns. Saying harsh words behind your back isn't something that big men do."

The original angry expression on Zu Dongling's face suddenly showed a hint of something unclear. He shouted directly:

"You all saw it, the Yan dogs are bullying us too much, insulting our Great Qian men for being spineless!

All soldiers, listen to my order, kill the Yan dogs on the spot!"

"............" Zheng Fan.

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My condition isn't very good today. I need to adjust. I've been sitting in front of the computer for a long time, but I can't find the feeling of writing. It's very painful.