Holding these bamboo papers, both hands of the two young hunters were trembling, and their eyes were faintly radiating light.
"This represents Head Hunter Wang's lifetime of experience and painstaking effort. Although us hunters communicate with each other, we only exchange the locations where traps are placed. However, we would never tell each other the distribution situations of beast groops. What's on these bamboo papers is the precise intel Head Hunter Wang has accumulated starting from his ancestors."
"So there's a herd of wild deer in this valley, haha, if I kill this herd of wild deer, I won't have to worry about food and drink for at least three months! Ah, beside this stream, there's a den of mountain bears? So close, I just hunted near here last time. Note it down, I must note it all down!"
This precious intel could be considered a hunter's rice bowl for making a living!
Often, it wasn't the work of just one generation, but things accumulated from the experience exchanged with fresh blood and lives continuously by the ancestors and forefathers.
As for Old Man Wang's family, they had always made a living by hunting. Reaching Old Man Wang, the family occupation attained its peak, and he was publicly acknowledged as the number one hunter.
The intel in the hands of such a person was naturally the most detailed and exact.
The two young hunters checked them for a full quarter of an hour, flipping through them several times. Only when Fang Yuan gave a voice of urging did the two of them reluctantly hand back the bamboo papers.
During this period, Old Man Wang had continuously knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the earth, expressing respect. The young girl, on the other hand, still lay on the ground as if stupefied.
"There are no problems, Lord."
"The trap locations on these bamboo papers are all correct."
The two answered.
"Gu Master lord, this concerns the lives of this old man and my daughter; this old man absolutely would not dare to deceive you!" Old Man Wang, kneeling on the ground, hurriedly shouted, kowtowing to Fang Yuan non-stop.
"Mm, not bad." Fang Yuan shook this stack of bamboo papers in his hand, and suddenly changing his tone, he said, "But I, don't believe it."
As if electrocuted, Old Man Wang abruptly raised his head, only to see an eerie blue moonblade expanding bigger and bigger in his pupils.
Squelch.
A head flew up; fresh blood splattered.
"Ah!!!"
"Lord, this!"
Caught completely off guard by such a turn of events, the faces of the two young hunters were filled with shock and horror.
"Dad—!" The young girl let out an incomparably shrill, tragic scream, and she lunged towards Old Man Wang's headless corpse. But halfway there, a moonblade shot over, hitting her right in the face.
Thump.
She immediately fell to the ground, completely devoid of breath.
On her delicate and beautiful face, from her forehead and glabella down to her lips and chin, a very thin red line slowly and weakly seeped out.
The red line expanded larger and larger. Crimson blood completely slowly oozed out, flowing downwards along half of her nose and half of her lips. It flowed into the black earth, dyeing half of her face bright red.
Meanwhile, her other half face remained delicate and beautiful as before, white tinged with red. Reflected beneath the blue sky, it appeared crystal clear, exactly like a piece of art.
"She does have some good looks." Fang Yuan cast a dull glance at the young girl on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.
A moonblade activated using Rank one middle stage primeval essence could shave bone. Now, using upper stage primeval essence to activate the moonblade, it could directly sever bone and even cut through iron!
"Wang family sister!" A young hunter witnessed his sweetheart's fragrant life perish with his own eyes, instantly collapsing powerlessly to the ground.
"Gu Master lord, spare our lives ah!" Seeing Fang Yuan turn around and stare at the two of them, the other hunter was almost frightened out of his wits, and with a thump, he knelt onto the ground.
"All of you get up, go in, and search!" Fang Yuan said coldly. "I know that in any hunter's household, a beast skin map is kept. It specifically has the terrain, trap locations, as well as wild beast distribution drawn on it. If you guys search it out for me, I will give you a path to survive."
"Yes, yes, yes, we will go search right away. Gu Master lord, please wait a moment!" The two scrambled up in a flurry and stumbled as they ran into the wooden cabin.
Soon, a series of sounds of rummaging through chests and cupboards transmitted from within the wooden cabin.
But after a moment, the two youths had rummaged through everything inside the wooden cabin, yet they did not find the beast skin map.
"Lord, wait a bit longer, we will definitely be able to find it soon!" The faces of the two youths were filled with terror and panic. Their actions became increasingly rough; tables, bowls, chopsticks, and so on were all smashed to pieces by them.
"Damn it, where on earth is it?"
"Come out quickly, come out quickly ah!"
They muttered from their mouths, trembling all over from extreme nervousness, their eyes completely filled with bloodshot vessels.
"Useless things." Fang Yuan slowly walked into this wooden cabin.
"Lord! Lord! Spare us, huu huu huu…" The two youths violently trembled all over, as if electrocuted; they went soft and collapsed to the ground, kowtowing and weeping towards Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan ignored these two people kneeling on the ground and instead assessed this wooden cabin.
The wooden cabin was divided into four bedrooms, one main hall, and one kitchen. All the furniture and decorations were haphazardly piled up like garbage, looking as if they had been ransacked.
Fang Yuan stepped slowly, his footsteps letting out completely light thumping sounds on the floorboards of the wooden cabin.
"It has indeed been rummaged completely, but this shouldn't be. Almost every hunter possesses a beast skin map passed down starting from their ancestors. Generation after generation continuously carves and modifies it on the map, recording the distribution of beast hordes along with trap arrangements; this is a hunter's rice bowl. How could they possibly not have one?"
Fang Yuan's eyes were darkly deep, and he continuously pondered: "Furthermore, I just probed that Old Man Wang, intentionally making these two young hunters go into the cabin to search for paper and a pen. Old Man Wang immediately called out the placement location of the paper and pen; he should have been worried about these two people searching out the beast skin map. The beast skin map must definitely be right within this wooden cabin!"
Fang Yuan swept a glance around, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck; his gaze locked onto the fireplace in the hall.
This fireplace connected to a chimney and was used for heating during the autumn and winter seasons. Inside the fireplace, there was still some black charcoal left over from burning.
Fang Yuan walked to the side of this fireplace, slowly squatted down, casually picked up the iron tongs leaning beside the fireplace, and flipped open the pieces of charcoal burned into a black-gray color one by one.
Most of the charcoal still retained the shape of wooden strips; their texture was very brittle, and with a slight exertion of force, they broke into two pieces.
"Mm?" After Fang Yuan rummaged for a bit, he suddenly discovered that among them, there was exactly a piece of charcoal whose texture was very hard, and it was highly heavy, not light like the other charcoal.
He used the fire tongs to take this long strip of charcoal out and threw it onto the ground. The charcoal on the surface immediately shattered into countless black dregs. Then, it revealed the bamboo tube inside.
Seeing this scene, those two young hunters instantly both let out a low, deep exclamation of surprise.
Fang Yuan picked up this bamboo tube, completely found the lid at one end, and popped it open. Tilting it slightly, he poured out a map from within.
This map was much heavier than that stack of bamboo papers; it was made using a single piece of white beast skin. The beast skin map was very large, its length requiring one meter, and its width half a meter. On it, black, green, red, yellow, blue, and other colored lines outlined a complex terrain map.
Sweeping his eyes over it, Fang Yuan was slightly amazed.
The scope of this map was very broad; some corners were already very far from the village. As a mortal, to be able to detect these places, it was truly not easy.
His gaze focused, and he discovered the distribution locations of five wild boar hordes on this map.
Two small wild boar hordes, two medium wild boar hordes, and there was also a large wild boar horde. Right in the center of this large wild boar horde, a cross was drawn with a red line.
Seeing this cross, Fang Yuan could not help but let out a cold sneer. On his bamboo papers, there was absolutely no such cross!
Those two young hunters had also looked at the bamboo papers and did not find a problem. This was because their experiences were limited, only being clear about a small number of places. This red cross was completely already far away at the corner of the map. From this very point, one could see that Old Man Wang's craftiness and slyness!
This beast skin map was the reason why Fang Yuan made a move to kill.
If he wanted to hunt and kill wild boars, he completely needed exactly such a beast skin map. But how could he rest assured with something drawn by others? Only a map obtained personally like this was much more reliable.
In Fang Yuan's past life, what kind of words hadn't he heard? Just a single word "scram" was not enough to make him kill Wang Er.
When he was by the trap and heard the conversation of those four people, he immediately formed a killing intent.
Killing Wang Er and reducing the resistance would let him obtain this map much more smoothly. So why not kill?
Fang Yuan did not kill for the sake of killing; killing was merely exactly a method. If using this method could completely solve the problem far more directly, then why not use it?
Old Man Wang was also definitively destined to die. Even if he could let go of the enmity of killing his son, Fang Yuan would not let it go. Had one not heard the principle "cutting the weeds without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and they grow again"?
What, you say indiscriminately killing the innocent?
Hehe, no matter what world it is, as long as one lives in the world, there are absolutely completely karmic entanglements; where are there any innocents? A person kills a pig, so is the pig innocent?
Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp. In nature, there is entirely only the food chain; there are absolutely no such two words as innocent.
Under exactly this heaven, anyone can live, and anyone can die; no one is completely innocent!