58: Aftermath
Bang!
The heavy sword was unsheathed and smashed towards the courtyard gate.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and the wooden door was cleaved into large fragments by the Xuan Tie Sword as if it were paper.
Han Yi could even see the Black-Clothed Man's astonished eyes behind the door at this moment.
But the Xuan Tie Sword's momentum did not decrease, directly sweeping across the Black-Clothed Man's chest and abdomen.
"Ah!!!"
The miserable scream couldn't help but make people turn pale with fright.
The Xuan Tie Sword's power was astonishing; the Black-Clothed Man's chest instantly exploded, and one could even vaguely see shattered bone fragments and internal organ pieces.
Even so, the Black-Clothed Man did not die immediately; he spoke, spitting blood.
"You, you have no martial ethics, launching a sneak attack..."
Still not dead like this?
Is the vitality of a Lianxue Stage Martial Artist so strong?
Han Yi frowned slightly; he didn't expect that with his chest shattered and heart exposed, this Black-Clothed Man could still have a trace of breath.
Han Yi turned his sword tip.
Thump!
The upper half of the Black-Clothed Man's body fell to the ground, staining a large area red.
This way, it should be resolved now!
Han Yi looked at the value on the Black-Clothed Man's body which had returned to zero.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Three darts shot out from the backyard.
Clang!
The Xuan Tie Sword's blade surface, as large as a door panel, was like a shield, blocking all the hidden weapons.
"Not good, retreat first! The information is wrong!"
The Black-Clothed Man keeping watch in the backyard had clearly heard the commotion just now; he reacted extremely quickly, intending to launch a pincer attack.
But when he saw the bloody clothes gradually appearing on Han Yi's body, his tone was full of panic, wanting to signal his companion to retreat.
Han Yi's movements just now were too fast; he killed the Black-Clothed Man ambushing at the front door in just an instant. The Black-Clothed Man keeping watch in the backyard only thought his accomplice was injured.
After all, both of them were skilled hands in the organization. Although they were only in the Refining Blood, under ambush, they had even succeeded in assassinating Late Blood Refinement Stage Martial Artists.
Even if the information was wrong, they believed they were not inferior to Martial Artists of the same cultivation level in a one-on-one fight.
"What is that?"
This Black-Clothed Man's pupils suddenly widened; he saw the half-body at the courtyard gate!
"Run, cannot resist, run!" This was his only thought.
The Black-Clothed Man retreated rapidly, wanting to jump onto the eaves.
"Hmph, trying to run!"
Han Yi looked at the Black-Clothed Man with a value of '38~62', his expression unchanged. He raised his arms high, the muscles on them swelling like old tree roots.
Whoosh, whoosh
The Black-Clothed Man's speed was fast, but the speed of a shadow was even faster!
Bang!
The Black-Clothed Man turned back, wanting to block with a dagger, but this action was as laughable as a mayfly shaking a tree. The dagger instantly turned into countless tiny fragments.
Rumble!
The wall rattled, and large pieces of tile fell.
The Black-Clothed Man was fiercely nailed to the white wall by the Xuan Tie Sword thrown by Han Yi, his blood spreading out like ink, creating a large red stain.
"Cough, cough..."
"I was careless, the information was wrong, you are a Lianxue Stage Martial Artist..."
The Black-Clothed Man lowered his head, his eyelids slightly open. In his eyes, he saw Han Yi, surrounded by speckles of blood.
Han Yi walked towards him at this moment like a blood-soaked war god.
Rip!
The Xuan Tie Sword was pulled out, and the Black-Clothed Man's body slid down the wall softly like noodles.
"Speak, who sent you?" Han Yi held the sword in one hand, pointing it down at the Black-Clothed Man.
"Hahaha!"
In such a situation, this Black-Clothed Man actually laughed out loud!
"Shadow Lord travels alone, an eternal instant!"
He showed a look of fanaticism and shrieked.
"Not good!"
Han Yi thought of a possibility; he quickly pressed down on the Black-Clothed Man's jaw, but it was too late. A trace of dark blue blood flowed from the corner of the Black-Clothed Man's mouth.
Han Yi saw the Black-Clothed Man's value quickly change from '38~62' to 0.
"Damn it!" Han Yi cursed inwardly. He had wasted watching so many historical dramas in his previous life; if the Black-Clothed Man failed his assassination and couldn't escape, he would inevitably choose to commit suicide.
He reached out and pulled down the Black-Clothed Man's mask; an ordinary, common face was revealed before Han Yi.
Han Yi quickly searched the memories in his mind. Unfortunately, he did not know this person, nor did he know why he was being assassinated.
This Black-Clothed Man seemed to be a death soldier of the assassin type. But who would spend a fortune to assassinate him for no reason?
Han Yi considered himself to be easygoing, never stirring up trouble, and always getting along well with others, always considering others. Even when Master Lu failed at reforging, he gave him two hundred taels of silver!
It couldn't be that kid Song Qing, right? Han Yi muttered to himself, starting to ponder about people he had had conflicts with before.
He was in the guard team before, but he only injured Song Zhong and had a few verbal arguments with Song Qing.
Of course, it definitely wasn't Song Zhong who did it; after all, Han Yi even helped collect Song Zhong's body.
As for Song Qing, it's also unlikely. He had chatted with Pan Sheng before, and that kid Song Qing was undergoing labor reform in the Mining Camp and wouldn't be back anytime soon.
It should be just these people, right? Who else could it be?
Right, there's also Black Wind Stronghold! Han Yi suddenly thought of something, his eyes narrowing.
Speaking of Song Qing, he thought of the matter concerning the battle against the second boss of Black Wind Stronghold—Tie Lu.
At that time, Han Yi had killed the third boss of Black Wind Stronghold—Iron Kill, but he didn't expect Tie Lu to escape...
If it was Black Wind Stronghold hiring assassins, this matter is somewhat possible... Han Yi mused to himself.
But would a bunch of mountain bandits be so loyal and righteous? It's not like the 108 heroes of Mount Liang forming sworn brotherhood... he inwardly complained.
But no matter how Han Yi guessed, this assassination was definitely caused by someone he had offended before and hadn't handled the aftermath properly.
Either don't provoke, or if you offend them, resolve it; cut the grass at the roots, leaving no future troubles. Being merciful to enemies is being cruel to yourself!
Han Yi wrote this sentence down in the little notebook in his mind, repeating it three times!
Bang!
"Old woman, are you tired of living? You still dare to stick your head out!" With a scolding sound, the courtyard gate slammed shut.
Han Yi snapped back to his senses; this seemed to be the voice of the old man next door.
The screams and sounds of fighting just now had clearly awakened almost everyone around the courtyard. However, at that time, they were all silent with fear, afraid of being affected. Now that the sounds had subsided, they wanted to find out what happened.
But this small courtyard really needs to be handled properly... Han Yi frowned tightly, looking at the ruined walls and broken bricks, as well as the two corpses on the ground.
Thinking of this, he prepared to step forward and search the corpses to see if he could find any clues.
But even though Han Yi searched carefully, he still found nothing.
These two assassins were wearing the most ordinary night clothes. In their pockets, there were only a few hidden weapons, no lime powder, and the hidden weapons were just the most common darts. Not to mention silver taels, there wasn't even a single copper coin!