"This is Head Hunter Wang's lifelong experience and hard work! We hunters talk to each other, but we only share where traps are set. We never tell each other where the herds are. What's on this bamboo paper is information Head Hunter Wang's family has accumulated for generations!"
"Haha, there's a herd of deer in this valley! If I kill them, I won't have to worry about food for at least three months! Ah, there's a cave bear den next to this stream? Close call, I was hunting nearby last time! I have to write this down, I have to write it all down!"
This precious information was the rice bowl of a hunter!
Often it was not accumulated by just one generation, but passed down from ancestors and fathers, experience bought with blood and life — Section 68: Nature is Not Innocent — the things accumulated over time.
The Wang family had always made a living by hunting. By Old Man Wang's generation, the family business had reached its peak, and he was recognized as the number one hunter.
The information in the hands of such a man was naturally the most detailed.
The two young hunters looked it over for a full quarter of an hour, flipping through it several times, until Fang Yuan urged them. Only then did they reluctantly return the bamboo paper.
During this time, Old Man Wang had been kneeling on the ground, his forehead touching the floor in reverence. The girl still lay on the ground, as if in a stupor.
"There's no problem, Milord." "The trap locations on this bamboo paper are all correct." The two replied.
"Lord Gu Master, this concerns my life and my daughter's! This old man wouldn't dare deceive you!" the kneeling Old Man Wang quickly shouted, kowtowing to Fang Yuan repeatedly.
"Hmm, not bad." Fang Yuan shook the stack of bamboo paper in his hand, then suddenly changed his tone. "But I don't believe it."
Old Man Wang jerked his head up as if shocked, and saw a pale-blue moon blade growing larger and larger in his pupils.
Ssssh.
His head flew off, blood splattered.
"Ahh!! Section 68: Nature is Not Innocent!"
"Milord, this—!"
The two young hunters were completely caught off guard by this turn of events, their faces full of shock and horror.
"Father!" The girl let out a heart-wrenching scream and lunged toward her father's headless corpse. But halfway there, a moon blade shot towards her, hitting her squarely in the face.
Thud.
She collapsed to the ground instantly, devoid of life.
On her delicate face, from her forehead and brow to her lips and chin, a thin red line slowly seeped out.
The red line grew wider and wider. Crimson blood oozed out slowly, flowing down one side of her nose and one side of her lips. It dripped into the black soil, staining half of her face bright red.
Her other half-face remained as beautiful as before, fair and rosy, shining under the blue sky, crystalline and translucent, like a work of art.
"She has some looks," Fang Yuan said indifferently, glancing at the girl on the ground and nodding with satisfaction. A moon blade propelled by middle-rank True Essence could cut through the Gu. Now, with high-rank True Essence propelling it, the moon blade could break bones or even cut through iron!
"Sister Wang!" One of the young hunters, witnessing the death of his beloved, collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
"Lord Gu Master, spare us!" The other hunter saw Fang Yuan turn to stare at them, almost scared out of his wits, and fell to his knees with a thud.
"Get up. Go inside and search!" Fang Yuan said coldly. "I know that every hunter's household keeps a beast-hide map. It shows the terrain, the trap locations, and the distribution of wild beasts. Find it for me, and I'll let you live."
"Yes, yes, yes! We'll search now! Lord Gu Master, please wait a moment!" The two scrambled to their feet and stumbled into the wooden house.
Soon, the sound of ransacking came from the house.
But after a moment, the two young men had turned the house upside down and still couldn't find the beast-hide map.
"Milord, please wait a little longer! We'll find it soon!" The faces of the two young men were full of fear and panic. Their movements became more and more violent, smashing tables, bowls, and everything else.
"Damn it, where the hell is it?"