"Dead! Dead!" Someone shouted, gathering toward the corner.
Xuan Ying turned around and ran down the stairs, with Shen Qinglan hurrying after him.
At the counter, they saw a man in fine clothing lying motionless on the ground, with his eyes wide open. A trickle of black blood slowly oozed from his forehead.
Xuan Ying whispered, "He's been poisoned by a needle."
"How did he die?" The shopkeeper stammered, "He was fine just a moment ago!"
"It wasn't me! I didn't kill him!"
The merchant who had argued with the man earlier shrank back into the corner in fear.
Shen Qinglan was watching the eaves across the tavern, where she saw a figure standing. Meeting her gaze, the figure suddenly smiled devilishly then brushed its clothes and disappeared.
Duan Yunfei and his two companions heard Xuan Ying not coming upstairs and then heard Shen Qinglan talking to Xuan Ying at the staircase. Soon, they heard the exclamations of the crowd and opened the door to go downstairs.
