"Guard Yan, there's a Blackwind Bandit here that's still alive…!"
Hearing the shout from nearby, Yan Liqiang leaned over to pick up the Blackwind Bandit's quiver which had fallen on the ground and carried it on his back. He then went over to where the guard was calling him.
A Blackwind Bandit was lying on the ground, his groaning barely audible. Lying next to him was a rock about the size of a basin which had rolled down from the mountain just now. There was a trace of blood on the rock, and the Blackwind Bandit's right leg had been distorted beyond recognition. It took Yan Liqiang only one glance at this Blackwind Bandit to identify him as the person who was hit by the rolling rock which the crowd had pushed down the mountain.
The guard told Yan Liqiang, "We thought this guy was dead and was about to drag his body over there. Little did we expect to hear him start groaning and showing signs of life as soon as we touched him…"
