Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 43 Rolling in the Blood of the Dead

Feng Twelve was discussing the itinerary for the second half of the day with the coachman beside the carriage when he suddenly felt a weight on his back and a kitten jumped onto his shoulder.

"Meow!"

The kitten arched its body and let out a sharp cry.

Feng Twelve followed her gaze and looked towards the stream.

His eyes narrowed.

"There's an ambush."

Before he could finish his words, he grabbed the kitten from his shoulder and threw her into the car.

Fang Tong only felt a flash before his eyes, and he suddenly broke through the curtain, flew into the carriage, and landed steadily in the thick little nest.

She almost suspected that Feng Twelve's eyes could see through things, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence that he could throw her to the right place with just a casual throw.

She quickly got up, ran to the curtain, and looked out through the gap.

Outside, there were flashes of swords and sabers, and the scene had already turned into a fight.

A dozen men surrounded Feng Twelve and the coachman. These men were dressed in coarse cloth and held knives and swords, but those weapons did not seem to be of good quality. When someone's knife came over, Feng Twelve swung his sword and the tip of the knife broke in half.

The driver who was driving for Feng Twelve was originally a guard in the palace. He kept a distance from Feng Twelve and quickly divided the ambushers into two groups.

Fang Tong looked at the formation carefully and felt that those people only had brute force but their skills were average, and half of them were knocked down in a short while.

However, the fewer people there were left, the more these three stood out.

Each move of the three men was clean and neat, and their advance and retreat were quite methodical.

Feng Twelve narrowly avoided the sword attack on his head, and just as he leaned back, he felt a gust of wind behind his head.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he twisted his waist and avoided the big knife coming from behind in time.

At this moment, an iron chain shot out and wrapped around his arm.

Feng Twelve turned his wrist and grasped the chain with his backhand.

He pulled hard and pulled the man opposite to him.

The next moment, he twisted the chain around the man's neck.

With a "click", the man's neck was broken and he died on the spot.

The other two men slowed down their attack when they saw how efficiently Feng Twelve killed people.

Feng Twelve succeeded in his attack and pushed the man he was trying to strangle forward, just in time to block the long sword that was stabbing at him from another man.

He spun around and kicked, hitting the wrist of the man with the knife, forcing the man to take two steps back.

The knife-wielding man's eyes changed several times, and suddenly he whistled: "Retreat!"

He took the lead and ran across the stream, but he heard a plop behind him and someone fell to the ground.

He turned his head and saw his companion lying in the water, struggling and reaching out to him for help.

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the man holding the knife. He raised his hand and swung out a cold light, and a dart hit his companion's forehead.

He took a few leaps and disappeared into the dense bushes.

When Feng Twelve arrived, the man in the water had already died.

He pulled out his long sword from the man's back. He had just thrown the sword and injured the man, deliberately avoiding his vital parts. Unexpectedly, the escaping swordsman killed his companion.

He looked up and saw that the valley on the shore was steep and the forest was deep and lush, and there was no sign of the person who had escaped.

He pondered for a moment and turned back to the other side.

At this time, the driver had knocked down the remaining people, and two of them were still alive.

Feng Twelve handed the living person over to the driver for interrogation, and dragged the body from the water to the shore alone, and put it together with the man who was strangled by the iron chain. The two bodies lay side by side on the ground, Feng Twelve turned over their palms to take a look, and then peeled off their clothes.

He carefully examined their bodies and only stood up after about a cup of tea.

When he moved his feet, he felt he kicked something.

Fang Tong rolled on the ground and got up covered in dust.

She had just slipped off the carriage and bravely leaned next to Feng Twelve, looking at the corpse on the ground with him.

She came down not because of curiosity, but because the man who made the chains looked familiar.

She had seen such a person in the memory of Assassin Bingqi. She could not remember his appearance clearly, but her weapon was very impressive.

She suppressed her fear of the corpse and carefully observed the chain wrapped around the man's neck.

She remembered that there was a triangular notch on one of the rings, which was said to be a knife mark left in a fight.

She looked until her eyes were dazzled, but finally found the ring at the throat of the corpse.

Sure enough, a triangular knife mark was faintly visible.

She rubbed her eyes and was about to take a breath when Feng Twelve kicked her away.

She regained her balance in a daze and gave him an accusing look.

Feng Twelve's eyes flashed and swept across her furry back.

There were a few scarlet stains on the snow-white fur, which were the blood from when she rolled on the ground just now.

He bent down, calmly took the kitten into his arms, took out a handkerchief and wiped her back a few times.

The rich blood color turned into light red, and at first glance... it was still very conspicuous.

Fang Tong only felt the force of rubbing on his back and guessed that he was wiping his hair.

Is this mud or something?
She turned her head to look behind her, but her view was blocked by a large hand.

"Why are you running around?" Feng Twelve covered her head. "It's not clean here. Go wash in the water later."

It would have been fine if he didn't say it, but as soon as he said it, Fang Tong's heart started beating fast.

What's dirty? What did she get dirty with?
She glanced at the ground and saw nothing but the corpse and blood. Next to the blood there was an irregular mark, as if someone had dipped a large brush in blood and smeared it on the ground.

Fang Tong's heart skipped a beat and she let out a sharp cry. Did she just roll in a dead person's blood?
"Your Highness," the driver came over, "They have confessed. This group of people are mountain bandits here. They usually make a living by robbing people. Today, they found us entering the mountains and ambushed us by the stream, intending to kill us and rob us."

Feng Twelve patted the stiff little cat soothingly: "How many of them are there in total?"

"Except for the one who escaped, they are all here." The driver replied, "This mountain is close to Linshui County. The county magistrate of Linshui County led people to suppress bandits several times. These people are the fish that slipped through the net. They ran over there and settled down this year."

Feng Twelve nodded: "Bring them here."

The two bandits looked at the bodies on the ground and confessed tremblingly: "The one with the iron chain is called Zhang San, the one with the sword is called Li Er, and the other is called Wang Wu. They joined the gang half a month ago. They said they were escaped bandits from the north and wanted to follow the brothers to make a living. They gave some money to the boss, and the boss let them stay. We didn't know they were so good at martial arts."

"Who is your boss?" Feng Twelve asked.

"Dead, dead." The bandit pointed to another pile of corpses, "The one whose knife you just cut off."

Feng Twelve asked them carefully and seeing that they really could not confess more, he asked the driver to tie up the two men and hide them in the woods.

"Your Highness, Zhang San, Li Er, Wang Wu, why do these names sound so fake?" asked the coachman.

Because it's a pseudonym.

Fang Tong answered in her heart that she didn't know about Li Er and Wang Wu, but the one named Zhang San, whose real name was Yi Liu, was an assassin from Bai Niao Pavilion.

Bingqi had gone on a mission with this guy before, and he was despised by him.

(End of this chapter)