"Wasn't it said that Catherine was the target of the assassination? Wasn't it said that her birthday was coming up soon, and the danger was getting closer and closer?"
"When did I become their assassination target? Before Catherine? Aren't you afraid of alerting them by doing this?"
As Joey slowly collapsed, her mind was filled with questions. She had only come out for some fresh air and a good meal, and hadn't provoked anyone. Why had this tribe's female undead targeted her? It was truly baffling.
"Idiot, play dead already, stop staring with those bull eyes!"
A voice echoed in Joey's mind.
"Zhu Ganglie?"
"Aren't you going to come out and save your boss? Your leader is about to be killed!"
Upon hearing Zhu Ganglie's voice, Joey suddenly felt as if she had grasped a lifeline and spoke to it urgently.
"Sorry, I can't beat this woman. Good luck!"
Zhu Ganglie's answer was very straightforward, indicating that he did not intend to show himself and stage a scene of sacrificing himself to save his master.
"you……"
Joey felt a surge of resentment, but then she suddenly remembered what Zhu Bajie had just said and asked another question.
What does "feigning death" mean?
"A fake death is a fake death, it means exactly what it says, you're really stupid!"
"Hunter's skills?"
"Yeah, hurry up, or are you waiting for this woman to finish you off?"
"..."
"But I don't know how!"
Although Joey really wanted to beat and scold Pigsy, she was also hoping that it could give her some guidance at this moment, so she could only suppress her anger.
"Just close your eyes and don't move!"
Zhu Ganglie looked at him with a disappointed expression.
At this moment, Joey felt the stinging pain in her waist gradually subside, and a warm current flowed down her body.
It seems I've lost too much blood, and my sense of the wound is gradually weakening. If this continues, and the female ghost really finishes me off, I probably won't see the sun tomorrow.
Close your eyes!
Joey's body went limp, and he collapsed as he had been trying to break free from the undead's arm.
The female ghost didn't react in time. The arm she was using to hold Joey down only accelerated his fall. By the time she tried to lift him up, it was too late. Even her other hand, which was holding the dagger, didn't react in time, and Joey's body had already slipped off the dagger in her hand.
With her deep blue eyes, she glanced down at Joey lying on the ground, trying to sense if he still had any vital signs. However, she found that Joey had completely lost his breath and was like a corpse. The blood gushing from the wound on his back had spread across the ground.
She looked up toward the castle entrance, where the guards were looking in her direction, their eyes meeting.
She nodded slightly, then her figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.
"Someone's injured! Someone's injured!"
The castle guards then hurriedly ran over, shouting as they went, trying to alert the other guards inside the castle.
Joey remained motionless on the ground. Although he could sense that the female ghost had left, he was still conscious. The unfamiliar guards at the city gate were acting strangely today. At least until he was completely out of danger, continuing to feign death was undoubtedly the best option.
"It's Lord Joey! Someone has tried to assassinate Lord Joey! He's bleeding a lot!"
A group of guards had already run to Joey's side and surrounded him. One of the guards squatted down, checked his breath, and then looked up at the other guards beside him and nodded slightly.
"Lord Joey is dead! Help! Someone has assassinated a distinguished guest of Greyhearth City!"
The soldier's voice was loud, and it seemed like he was deliberately speaking to others, but Joey didn't know exactly who he was talking to. Right now, he just wanted to lie there. Anyway, he hadn't bled to death yet, and he should be able to hold on until the rescue arrived.
But his doubts deepened. Catherine's birthday was approaching, so why would these people target him first? Wouldn't that alert them? But no one could answer his questions at this point, so he could only continue to lie there like a corpse.
...
In a poorly lit room, a tall, burly man leaned back in a chair, closing his eyes to rest.
"Knock knock knock!"
A knock came from the door.
"Enter!"
The man spoke softly, but he did not move and his eyes remained closed.
"Sir, that man named Joey is dead!"
The person who had just entered the house stood at the doorway and spoke softly.
"Hmph, I really don't know what these tribesmen are thinking. The day of the operation is approaching, and they still want to stir up trouble and alert the enemy. How foolish!"
"My lord, the female undead of this tribe says that this Joey is no ordinary person. He has repeatedly thwarted their assassination plans. He was the one who escorted Lady Catherine back this time. If we don't kill him before we take action, she feels there's a great deal of uncertainty!"
"He's just an ordinary human, merely a captain in Saibanda. How much ability could he possibly have? Although he could kill a red dragon, I don't think it's a smart move to go to such lengths to kill someone like him!"
"If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't control this female undead, I wouldn't have allowed her to act on her own and ruin our important plans!"
The man sitting in the chair had opened his eyes and looked at the person standing in the doorway; his expression was not good.
If the guards at the gates of Ashfurnace City were present that day, they would recognize these two as the same people who appeared at the gates that day. The man sitting in the chair is Hawkins, who came from Barron City and is a confidant of Prince Barton.
"But now that he's dead, it's a relief that the enemy has lost a valuable combat asset!"
The man at the door was still trying to persuade Hawkins not to get further angry about the incident.
"That's true. Since he's already dead, I have nothing more to say. I just hope that female ghost won't cause me any more trouble!"
After Hawkins finished speaking, he walked straight past the man at the door and left the room.
He was still worried about the upcoming operation. After all, Ashfurnace City was no ordinary place; it was only stronger than Saibanda. Fortunately, he had an inside man this time; otherwise, the tribesmen alone probably wouldn't have been able to even get through the city gates.
Hawkins thought for a moment, then suddenly realized that those who couldn't enter the city gates would probably have to exclude the female ghost, but she couldn't really be considered a "person"; she was just a ghost who had already died.
The empty house fell silent again. The man who had been standing at the door closed it behind him and followed Hawkins toward a direction he had walked many times before.
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