The pursuing soldiers gradually realized that something was wrong. Instead of closing the distance between them, it seemed to grow.
A cold gleam flashed across his eyes as he slowed down, drew his bow, and aimed an arrow at Shitou's back.
"Whoosh."
A cold arrow shot from behind, startling Shitou. He listened to the wind and determined the arrow's location, spinning his body mid-air to avoid the fast-approaching arrow.
"Damn, they're really shooting! I'm done playing with you guys."
Shitou hardened his heart, pulled off the bundle from his back, and threw it in the air.
"Whoosh."
Hundreds of indictment papers fell from the roof like snowflakes, covering the streets and alleys.
"What are these?"
"Indictment papers!"
"Are these the Magistrate's charges?"
The soldiers that chased Shitou from the alley stopped in their tracks, looking at the scattered papers. As they read the contents, they stared at each other in shock, their astonishment reaching new heights.
