Pain ripped through Niu Qi's throat and he could only look down powerlessly at the black sword tip dripping with blood as it was slowly withdrawn by the tall, blind, pretty man.
He kicked Niu Qi into the latrine pit, and the last words he ever heard were: "Good dogs don't block the way, move!"
Ning Yi returned the sword to Feng Zhiwei; reversing the switch that had happened in the brief moment she leaned on him right before.
With the first obstacle removed, they began discussing their next moves.
"Do you have poison?" Feng Zhiwei asked, patting herself looking for something deadly she could use; unfortunately, she had left Dijing in such a hurry she had only brought medicine for wounds, nothing else.
This group was also very vigilant and it would be incredibly difficult to poison them, but such a method was still the best chance they had.
