In the brief moments since the post house had come into view, she had killed three men.
Three cooling corpses lay staring into the night, never to know that they had died at the hands of a novice's first foray into battle.
The novice in question covered her mouth with a sleeve, holding back her vomit and she stepped past the bodies and rushed forward.
The post house was still trapped in darkness.
Voices murmured unintelligibly in the distance and the thick tang of blood hung in the air.
She quickly sidled up to the wall, perking up her ears as she listened intently. A vague, deep voice called out: "Count them!"
Feng Zhiwei's heart fell.
Count what? Count the corpses?
A strange shuffling sound followed the words until someone cried out in astonishment and called out: "The Big Man!"
Feng Zhiwei's heart fell again — Big Man? Ning Yi? Had something happened to Ning Yi?
