Crimson Mountain crashed heavily to the ground, mud splashing up a zhang high.
Liang Qu took off the hanging Fubo that had rolled to the ground, and when he got up again, he was already coated with a layer of mud.
His expression solemn, he turned to look at the "elder" who had launched the stealthy knife attack, while the corner of his eye caught the other two.
"Hey, not a bad reaction."
One of them threw off his bamboo hat and stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with the "elder," but the last person sat there dumbfounded, his bottom smeared with mud and his white beard trembling.
The felt cover on the cart that blocked the rain was lifted at a corner by the knife edge, revealing neatly cut firewood and earthenware pots and basins inside, seemingly not disguised.
Two fakes, one real?
What a clever trick!
Liang Qu coldly said, "Who are you? How dare you attack an Imperial Court official!"
