Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 60 Taking Lives with Ease (Seeking First Subscription!)
Fang Shu, hanging downwind, listened carefully, and suddenly his expression changed.

"How many times have we come here? We've even found this little wench, why hasn't Master Rat told us to go back yet?"

Besides Su Qingao's voice, there were other people's voices coming from the gap ahead.

"Okay, okay, what are you yelling about, you fat rat? We'll keep guarding this place."

"Forget it, why bother arguing with this beast? It looks like I'll have to wait until night to go back, so as not to go back too early and arouse suspicion."

"Sigh, what can we do? We're just kids, not the bosses. Luckily, there's still some fun to be had here."

A burst of laughter and curses rang out, followed by a woman's voice carried on the wind, filled with even greater fear and pain.

Fang Shu listened carefully for a long time and discovered that, apart from Su Qingao, there were two men's voices in the crevice of the rock wall.

Moreover, judging from their conversation, it seems that the fire in the paper mill was also related to these two lackeys and the Rat Master they mentioned. This group of people is very likely from the Black Tiger Pavilion.

This made Fang Shu think to himself:

"It seems that Su Qingao really did collude with the Black Tiger Pavilion and deliberately set fire to the paper mill."

Before leaving town, he had imagined that he might encounter the Black Tiger Lodge members in the wild, so it wasn't entirely unexpected that he actually did.

However, including Su Qingao, there were three people in front of him, and he only had two sleepyheads in his hands.

“No, there’s also that rat that tipped us off.” Fang Shu narrowed his eyes.

He was pondering whether or not to take action, and whether it was worthwhile.

This is the wilderness, where there are no rules. Once you start, you must be swift and decisive, without taking any chances or leaving any potential problems.

Just as he was pondering this, two men's shouts came from the crevice in the rock wall again:
"Get down here, you bastard! Is this how you climb? If you climb, how am I supposed to do anything?"

"Get the hell out of here, you shifty-eyed scum! Haven't you learned your lesson yet?!"

Squeak!
Under Fang Shu's strange gaze, a series of frantic, rat-like squeaks echoed from the cracks in the rock wall.

He immediately rolled over and squeezed himself into a nearby crevice in the rocks, holding his breath even more tightly.

The squeaking sound grew louder ahead, and a dark shadow flickered. It was the rat that had scurried into the cave on the riverbank. It was carrying a date in its mouth. It hurriedly ran out of the cave and then, without looking back, went back the way it came.

Because Fang Shu was wearing a fox fur and was hiding downwind, the rat didn't notice him at all.

The absence of a rat in the cave instantly brought a change to Fang Shu's expression.

However, he did not immediately release his sleepiness and go down into the cave. Instead, he continued to hang on the riverbank cliff, patiently waiting.

After a full cup of tea's time, Fang Shu rolled up from the riverbank again, first wandered around the vicinity, and after not finding any other people or animals, he then crept back to the vicinity of the cave on the riverbank.

He peeled back the fox fur, reached inside and scratched it, and pulled out two small flying insects, white with purple markings.

Holding two flying insects, Fang Shu blew them towards the riverbank, thinking to himself:

"go with!"

Buzzing, two flying insects hovered in place, circled a few times, and then, as if drunk, staggered and fell to the bottom of the riverbank.

Immediately, Fang Shu went ashore, but did not rush into the cave. Instead, he continued to lie downwind and listen to the sounds coming from inside.

"Damn it! I'm tired of playing, I'm going to take a nap."

A mumbling sound came out, followed by a loud snoring.

Immediately following, a sharp cracking sound of flesh slapping rang out, followed by a woman's scream, and then a weary voice:

"If you sleep, I'll sleep too. Anyway, this little wench isn't going anywhere."

Two snoring sounds rose and fell, one after the other.

Fang Shu still didn't move. He listened carefully to Su Qingao's voice in the cave. He found that Su Qingao's crying gradually subsided, turning into suppressed sobs, and there were some faint rustling sounds, as if she was struggling.

Fang Shu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Now we can make our move!"

However, he did not directly enter the cave in his fox form. Instead, he returned to the shore, removed the fox pelt, and then covered his face and head with a mask and sprinkled himself with perfume powder to avoid leaving any scent residue.

The reason for this is that, given Fang Shu's current first tribulation realm, wearing a low-grade fox fur would actually limit his ability to exert his strength.

This fox pelt excels at concealing its form and changing its appearance, but it's not convenient for face-to-face combat right now.

To be on the safe side, Fang Shu naturally wanted to remove this constraint.

After everything was taken care of, he cautiously ventured into the cave.

Soon, a burst of fire appeared in his eyes, along with a strange, fishy smell wafting from the cave.

As they continued to descend, the scene inside the cave became even clearer in Fang Shu's eyes.

As expected, only Su Qingao and two men were present.

The former was like a dog on a leash, wearing an iron collar connected to a chain and nailed to the rock. Her feet were also shackled, and her body was covered with wounds, bruises, and bloodstains.

The latter two, with their chests exposed, were both fast asleep, one leaning to one side and the other to the other. It seemed unlikely that they would wake up until the drowsiness wore off.

Su Qingao was trembling as she frantically tried to pull the nails stuck in the rock.

Unable to pull out the nail, she struggled to break free of the collar around her neck, choking herself until she could barely breathe, but to no avail.

After a flurry of activity, Su Qingao suddenly remembered something. Her face was bold, and her voice trembled with anticipation: "The key! Yes! The key!"

She crept hesitantly toward the two men lying on the ground, groping their bodies, trying to find the key on them.

Seeing that the two men were still asleep, sleeping like the dead, Su Qingao's movements changed from cautious to extremely bold. She simply turned them over and searched for the keys.

Just as her eyes lit up and she finally spotted something that looked like a key, there were two soft popping sounds!
A scarlet whip flew in from outside the cave, like a venomous snake, and swiftly bit into the necks of the two men.

Gushing out two streams of hot blood, they immediately spurted from the necks of the two men, splattering all over Su Qingao.

This sudden turn of events left the woman stunned and unable to react for a moment.

At this moment, Fang Shu finally climbed over the wall and entered the cave.

He held the long-tongued sword in one hand and scanned his surroundings warily with the other, wary of any traps in the cave.

Fortunately, the only unexpected thing was that one of the two men whose necks he had stabbed, a middle-aged man, did not faint in his sleep. Instead, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with fear and ferocity.

The person's blood and qi were surging, indicating that he was not an ordinary person, but a celestial being who had entered the Dao. Therefore, he was awakened from his sleep after being stimulated by intense pain.

The other person's hand immediately reached for his body, but even faster than that was the long tongue sword in Fang Shu's hand.

With a soft "pfft," the tongue sword twitched slightly.

Its sword tip, like a long arrow, pierced straight into the opponent's eye socket, penetrating the brain, and only stopped after hitting the inner wall of the opponent's skull.

The struggling man immediately lost his strength, his face stiffened, and the light in his eyes vanished like a candle flame.

After dealing with that person, Fang Shu's hands didn't stop there. He then used his long tongue sword to swiftly smash the skull of a young-looking man next to him.

Although this person's bones were hard, he had not yet entered the Dao. Even his skull was pierced through, and as his body convulsed, he spurted out fluid.

Thus, the two henchmen of the Black Tiger Clan in the cave perished in the wild, with no one escaping their fate.

Fang Shu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)