The warrior at the front shouted loudly, the caravan responded by stopping. Sitting low inside the mule cart, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling you looked at me I gazed at you; both knew that something unusual was happening.

This morning they set out at daybreak; up until now they were only covering one or two sichen of road. Were it not for encountering an unusual thing, they should not stop. The boys did not dare to get down the cart to take a look, for fear that the one blocking their way were the men from Tonyukuk’s side. Ba Fenghan was at the most critical stage, any disturbance might make it difficult for him to completely recover his power. Therefore, the two were particularly careful.

A moment later Yuekepeng came to the tail of the cart. Kou Zhong opened the cloth cover and asked, “What happened?”

Yuekepeng, with grave countenance, said, “Ahead are three long wooden poles with three wolf heads that have just been chopped off, still dripping with blood – hanging from them. This is Qidan’s Huyan Jin trademark, the ‘Bloody Wolf Mark’ that intimidates the prairie. If one was the wolf heads but did not immediately leave all money and goods by the wolf poles, they will kill the other part