Assassin in the Shrouded Mist
A-Feng is an assassin. Just as he is about to carry out his mission, he finds himself framed and made a scapegoat. Thus, a web of conspiracy begins to unfold...
Assassin in the Shrouded Mist
“Dong, dong, dong!”
“The weather is dry, beware of fire!”
...
The night sky was studded with countless twinkling stars, yet the moonlight was conspicuously absent.
On streets shrouded in darkness, the rhythmic call of the night watchman echoed, his shouts carrying a unique cadence. Perhaps he did this to bolster his own courage, or perhaps because the city was restless and the watchman had learned to pay no heed to the world’s troubles.
Suddenly, he caught a faint noise, seemingly coming from the rooftop to his right. Glancing over, he glimpsed a shadowy figure flitting across the rooftops with remarkable speed. The movement was nearly silent; only in the stillness of night would one notice such a sound.
Night watchmen were all folk of humble means. Observing this, he guessed the shadow must be someone with extraordinary skills, daring enough to act in such a way. Better to avoid trouble, he thought.
“Dong, dong, dong!”
“The weather is dry, beware of fire!”
Shouting out the warning, the watchman continued on his way, his voice fading into the distance.
...
The shadow, clad from head to toe in dark clothing, hair bound and face concealed, dashed across the uneven rooftops as if walking on flat ground.
After some time, the figure came to a halt, crouched atop a high point overlooking a grand manor. Though it was nearly the third watch of the night, the residence was ablaze with light—a sure mark of wealth and nobility.
Ordinary families relied on simple oil lamps and retired early to save on lamp
