Crossbow arrows densely filled the air, instantly piercing through the bodies of the guards.
One by one, the guards fell to the ground with arrows in them.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one left by Lu Changsheng's carriage.
Even Liu Guard, his hand grazed by an arrow, was not spared.
Originally, this kind of injury was nothing significant.
However, upon seeing that the wound was turning black, Liu Guard's body went limp, and he collapsed on the ground.
"Poisoned..."
Liu Guard widened his eyes, staring intently ahead.
He died, and he died in a very aggrieved manner.
Who would have thought that a small wound could take his life?
The arrows were coated with a potent poison, a blood-sealing and throat-closing toxin, something not easily obtained.
Inside the carriage, Lu Changsheng's expression darkened.
The attack happened suddenly, and he couldn't have reacted even if he wanted to.