The wind at the third watch of the night, laden with the smell of rust, brushed against Ye Fan's face. Pressing himself against the shadow of a crumbling wall, he could hear the heavy breathing of the guards inside the Ghost Face Gate. They stood post every three paces, the stench of poisonous mist reeking from their breath.
"A-xue, third on the left." He lowered his voice, his peripheral vision sweeping over Su Qingxue. The woman was leaning against a broken stele, her wide sleeves drooping to reveal a pair of wrists as white as scalloped leeks. She appeared to be toying with a pearl hairpin at her temple, but her fingertips had already locked onto three Willow Leaf Darts steeped in anesthetic.
Hearing the order, the corners of her eyes lifted slightly. As her pearl hairpin quivered, the three hidden weapons pierced the air, striking precisely the vital acupoints at the back of the guards' necks.
Chapter 135