On the open space in the desolate mountains and wilderness, the moonlight sprinkled like silver gauze. Seventy or eighty male and female laborers were standing crookedly in the open space, whispering. A young man, with a figure as strong as a pine tree and a stern face that looks even more resolute under the moonlight, stands proudly among the crowd with his head held high. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a smile was hidden in his deep eyes. He whispered to himself: "After tonight, I will no longer be ordinary..." A sad voice came: "Brother is no longer ordinary, but I am still ordinary!" The young man turned around and saw a strange beggar, so he asked, "Are you new here?" "Yes, brother, I was a beggar with freedom and great ambitions, but a few days ago I was caught and forced to dig tunnels." The little beggar looked resentful. The young man showed envy: "You are lucky, you will get one hundred taels of silver if you finish the work tonight." The little beggar sneered: "Who would be so kind?" The young man's eyes turned cold: "Of course it's Yi Han. Dozens of people have died from digging tunnels in the past two years."
The little beggar was shocked. The young boy's sister was neatly dressed and gnashed her teeth: "He killed so many people, brother. After tonight, we will find a chance to assassinate him!" The little beggar was horrified. The young man's face darkened and he shouted in a low voice: "Shut up, do you want to die?" At the same time, he signaled with his eyes the sixteen ferocious-looking men in black with swords on their waists not far away. Then, he whispered, "This man is the disciple of the national master. He is highly skilled in martial arts and has great power. However, I heard that he is very timid. I don't know what he dug these three tunnels for." The little beggar suddenly realized: "So it was him. I knew that, but he is not a bad person. He even gave out steamed buns to help us beggars several times. I heard that he also has a sister." After a moment, the little beggar's eyes widened with envy: "It would be great if I could be like that!" My sister sneered: "Stop daydreaming." The little beggar blushed, lowered his head in inferiority and pursed his lips. The young man reached out and patted his shoulder, smiling and encouraging: "Work hard, one day, you will stand taller than him." The little beggar nodded blankly. After a moment, he asked curiously, "Brother, how were you captured?" The young man sighed plaintively: "Ah, it's a long story." "Brother, since it's a long story, let's stop talking." The younger sister muttered. The little beggar asked again in confusion: "Then why don't you run away?" The boy raised his chin and pointed forward: "These men in black are all skilled fighters. They have killed many people. They are ruthless and cruel. Their means of revenge are extremely brutal, especially that leader."
The boy's voice became heavier: "But since they have agreed, they will set us free once the tunnel is completed and give us 100 taels of silver." "Although my brother and I have practiced martial arts for several years, two fists cannot defeat four hands. There is no need to fight them desperately." At this moment, the leader of the men in black suddenly shouted, "Silence!" The place suddenly fell silent, and no one dared to speak. I saw six cooks carrying several large buckets of food and bowls and chopsticks, placing them in front of the man in black and then leaving. The leader looked solemn and said loudly: "The tunnel is finished. Everyone has worked hard. Tonight, each of you will receive 100 taels of silver. Let's have a meal first, and then we will go our separate ways after receiving the silver." "Let's go our separate ways?" The young man narrowed his eyes, looked startled, and blurted out in a low voice: "Is there any poison in this food?" As he was thinking, he suddenly heard the little beggar yelling in his ear: "Brother, do you also think this food is poisonous?" The boy narrowed his eyes again and asked, "Did you see something?" "I heard him say that he would set off right after dinner. Tonight is the time for the tunnel to be completed, and we have been sleeping during the day and working at night while digging the tunnel. Could he be afraid of the news leaking out and want to poison us to silence us?" the little beggar asked in surprise. The boy's face suddenly darkened: "Your analysis makes sense." "Brother, what should I do?" The little beggar's voice trembled with anxiety, "I don't want to die yet!" At this time, some people had already started to receive their meals. The boy yelled without hesitation, "The food is poisonous!" The voice was distant and echoed among the mountains, immediately quieting the crowd. Those who had just finished their meals and were about to eat hurriedly put them down, and there was even the sound of bowls and chopsticks falling to the ground. "Don't exaggerate. How could the food be poisonous?" someone asked. "You must be kidding! How could the food we eat every night be poisonous?" The crowd began to doubt and question, but no one started eating. At the same time, the young man saw the black-clothed leader's face full of astonishment. After coming to his senses, he almost instinctively blurted out: "How did you know..." Before he could finish his words, he immediately closed his mouth, with a fierce light in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat the boy alive. The field fell into dead silence again. “It turns out it’s really poisonous!” "What the hell do you mean?" "Why did you poison us?" The crowd exploded instantly, but after a few curses, they all shut up and backed away.
Because the leader of the men in black drew his knife. "Kill them all, leave no one alive!" he shouted. "Boss, there are more than 80 of us. If a fight breaks out, we might lose a lot of people." "Yes, we joined to control these people for the money. It's easy to kill a few people, but if they all fight to the death, we are not sure." After hearing this, the fifteen men in black were a little hesitant. The leader saw this and said sternly: "If we let one of them go today, Lord Yi will blame us and we will all die!" Then his voice suddenly rose: "Kill these people, and we brothers will divide the huge sum of money among ourselves!" Pressure and temptation come at the same time, like a thunderbolt. The fifteen men in black suddenly opened their eyes wide with murderous gleams in their eyes, and quickly drew out the big swords from their waists and rushed towards the crowd frantically. "The other party wants to silence us, let's fight them!" The young man quickly picked up the pickaxe and roared at everyone with a hint of excitement. "Yes, there is a cliff behind us. There is no way to retreat. If we fight hard, there is still a chance of survival!" "I'm going to fight you guys!" Everyone picked up shovels, hoes, and wood and rushed forward to fight. The boy waited until everyone rushed over before following behind with his sister. For a moment, blood splattered everywhere under the moonlight and screams were heard. A quarter of an hour later, the open ground was littered with corpses, blood flowed like a river, and the strong smell of blood filled the air. The boy and his sister were covered in other people's blood and had some minor injuries, but they stood proudly. Apart from the leader of the men in black, there were only two other men in black left, one of whom was seriously injured. The brother and sister worked together and quickly took care of the seriously injured man in black. The remaining one was weak and alone and slowly retreated to the leader. At this time, the boy heard a familiar voice behind him: "Brother, are you okay?" "It's okay, little brother. I didn't expect you were still alive!" The two young men did not look back, but they could recognize the voice of the little beggar. Chi. Suddenly, a slight sound was heard from both sides of the confrontation. The boy, his sister, and the man in black all looked frozen and their weapons fell to the ground. The three men looked down at their chests. A bloody knife was stabbed at the left side of their hearts, and blood was gushing out. The man in black in front turned his head, trying to see the person behind him.
The next moment, the long sword was drawn out, and he fell straight to the ground, dying with his eyes open. "W-why?" the young man asked weakly, staggering as he was about to fall. My sister was also vomiting blood and her face was full of pain. Their eyes contained a complex expression of anger, pain and shock. The little beggar smiled slightly: "Because, I am the Yi Han you want to assassinate."