50: One of the eight killers

“Seven Stars Fist!”

“Sea of Hopelessness, Kagoshima map?”

In Shen Bei’s palm, two small pieces of paper lay.

But due to paper limitations, they were both miniature versions; both the Seven Stars Fist’s characters and the map’s line proportions were very small.

Shen Bei felt dizzy and his eyes saw stars.

“No good.” Shen Bei rubbed his sore, stiff eyeballs: “It’s too small, I can’t see clearly. I need to enlarge it.”

Shen Bei stopped his futile efforts and carefully put away the two pieces of paper, planning to enlarge them later.

Shen Bei had also considered whether to take this unexpected gain.

After all, the map was too distant for Shen Bei.

And the Seven Stars Fist was completely unreadable; its specific effects were hard to say.

But one fact was certain: once it was discovered that he had found it, it would inevitably attract the attention of the Tianqi Divine Sect and the Headhunter Tribe.

If he put it back, at least he would be safe.

After a moment of thought.

Shen Bei still decided to take the unexpected gain.

Since he had started, he couldn't be indecisive; he had to see it through to the end!

After all, You Wuchang’s capture had already offended the Headhunter Tribe.

Killing an Tianqi Divine Sect member in Lingnan City also created enmity between them.

This unexpected gain wouldn't make much difference.

As for Fang Ming’s corpse, Shen Bei didn’t even glance at it, turning directly to leave.

It was simply… too gruesome to look at, a bloody mess, utterly ruined by his actions.

Anyone unaware would think that Changtu County had another serial killer.

Returning to Taiyangshan Reservoir, the work of clearing debris from the water surface was nearing completion.

Several workers were smiling and squatting by the minivan, waiting for Boss Zhang to pay them.

“Shen Bei, 200 yuan, take it.”

Although Boss Zhang was very afraid of Shen Bei, settling the wages was a separate matter, and he did not increase the pay by a single cent just because Shen Bei was a Martial Artist.

He held firm on matters of principle.

This job was completed to Perfection, and Shen Bei, along with the others, took the car back to the county town.

…

Just as night fell.

From the dense forest of Taiyangshan, three men in golden-yellow clothing emerged.

Just from their attire, one could immediately recognize that their dress was identical to Fang Ming’s, belonging to the infamous and notorious Headhunter Tribe!

The faces of the three were hidden within their hoods, dim and indistinct, difficult to discern.

They looked left and right, seemingly searching for something.

“Are you sure Fang Ming fled in this direction?”

“Yes, there are still marks he left on the branches and leaves. This can’t be wrong.”

“Yin Hong, expand the search area.”

The man named Yin Hong reached up and took off his hood.

One could see that his hands were devoid of flesh and blood, a pair of gray-white skeletal claws!

As his finger joints twisted, they made a creaking sound.

The top half of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a hairy, intricately developed chest.

An eagle-like nose paired with deep gray eyes gave him a powerful and unique heroic charm.

Yin Hong sniffed, instantly froze, and his pupils contracted: “There’s a smell of blood!”

“Could it be Fang Ming…”

“Who was the Tianqi Divine Sect member chasing him, and what Rank Martial Artist was he?”

“Before we separated, I saw it was Luo Chengyuan, a Four-Rank Martial Artist!”

“Bad news!”

After a brief exchange, the three began to run frantically, rapidly advancing through the dense forest.

Three gusts of wind formed behind them, causing the surrounding trees to sway and branches and leaves to dance wildly.

A moment later.

Yin Hong and the others arrived at the battleground of Fang Ming and Luo Chengyuan.

Yin Hong immediately saw a dark figure lying on the ground.

When the dark clouds in the sky dispersed and moonlight shone down, the three finally saw that it was Fang Ming’s corpse!

Moreover…

It was as if he had been disemboweled by a pack of wolves, with various internal organs scattered everywhere, a truly horrific and unbearable sight.

One of the men stepped forward, immediately reached into Fang Ming’s sphincter, and his face instantly darkened: “It’s gone…”

Another man narrowed his eyes, a dead glint shooting out: “Luo Chengyuan, is it! I want him to die ten thousand times more miserably than Fang Ming!”

Yin Hong took a deep breath: “Luo Chengyuan’s death is a certainty, there’s no doubt. But the current situation is… the Seven Stars Fist and the Sea of Hopelessness map are gone.”

“The loss of the Seven Stars Fist isn’t too great,” the man crouching by Fang Ming’s body said with a gloomy tone, continuing, “The key is the map of the Sea of Hopelessness from the underground cavern, which is said to be a map of a new island.”

“Yin Hong, leave the matters here to us. We will hunt down Luo Chengyuan and retrieve the map and Martial Skill. You continue to Cultivate in Lingnan City Martial Arts University.”

Yin Hong nodded, saying with some concern: “The Sea of Hopelessness map is an item needed by Nine Lives Raven, one of our Headhunter Tribe’s Eight Great Killers. Get it done as soon as possible. If Nine Lives Raven arrives in the country and the map hasn’t been handed over, I’m afraid it will be hard to escape.”

The other two nodded, naturally aware of the ruthlessness of Nine Lives Raven, one of the Eight Great Killers.

Time was pressing.

The three sank Fang Ming’s corpse into Taiyangshan Reservoir and then departed separately.

…

“Hello, is this my little Tongtong?”

After Shen Bei returned to the county town, he called Jian Tong.

A small voice came from the other end of the phone: “Nonsense! You call me and don’t know who I am?”

“Where are you?” Shen Bei asked curiously.

“Provincial city, in a private room.”

Shen Bei said “Oh.”

He didn’t ask further.

According to Boss Zhang, in this world, not checking hotel records when marrying a wife is a male virtue that contemporary male compatriots should uphold.

Let alone private rooms.

Jian Tong’s voice came again: “If you have something to say, say it quickly. I’m at a dinner party.”

“Pfft~~~”

“You—” Jian Tong’s face turned green with anger.

You, Shen Bei, are playing games, aren’t you?

This f**t sound, which broke the lower limits of human thought, made it hard to say whether humans living in the solar system could endure it.

“I’m hanging up!” Jian Tong growled angrily.

“Don’t!” Shen Bei chuckled: “I have something serious. I remember, does your family have a scanner-printer?”

“Yes.”

“Let me borrow it.”

“No one’s home, everyone’s out of town. You can’t get in.”

“Do you want to hear what you’re saying?”

“Don’t break the window! The key is under the flowerpot by the door.”

“Okay, you get back to your business.”

Shen Bei hung up the phone directly.

He rummaged through several flowerpots at the door, found the key, opened the door, and went in.

After returning from Taiyangshan Reservoir, Shen Bei originally wanted to find a printing shop to enlarge the Seven Stars Fist and the Sea of Hopelessness map he had.

But after thinking about it, printing shops were crowded and too unsafe.

One had to know, this was not some textbook exercise, exam paper, or test.

Instead, it was something that caused contention between the Tianqi Divine Sect and the Headhunter Tribe!

If this were exposed, or if the printing shop staff kept copies, he would definitely not have a peaceful life.

After comprehensive consideration, Shen Bei decided to go to Jian Tong’s house.

Jian Tong had gone out of town with her father to visit a Martial Artist in the Domain of mental power, so no one was home.

Convenient for committing a crime, no, convenient for printing!

He turned on the computer, scanner, printer, etc.

Shen Bei placed the Seven Stars Fist paper on the scanner.

After a while.

The scanned content appeared on the computer.

Shen Bei adjusted the effect and font, enlarged the font, clarified the effect, and then printed it out.

The printer spat out A4 paper.

Shen Bei bound them together, sheet by sheet, according to the sequence numbers.

Soon.

All the content of the Seven Stars Fist technique was organized.

“Not many pages…”

Shen Bei counted, it was only about thirty pages.

Shen Bei quickly read through it, summarizing: “The Seven Stars Fist… doesn’t have many Moves. It’s various boxing techniques created based on the trajectories of the stars in the sky, using the Physical Body to communicate with Heaven and Earth. Every Move contains the profoundness of celestial trajectories and Physical Body structure.”

Shen Bei took a deep breath.

Although his understanding was not wrong.

But to Cultivate the Seven Stars Fist, one first had to undergo a period of body tempering. This was a prerequisite.

Only by achieving qualified tempering could one Cultivate; otherwise, forced Cultivation would lead to Meridia rupture, muscle necrosis, and even endanger life.

With this thought, Shen Bei immediately went to Jian Tong’s backyard.

“Just do it!”

“Let’s Cultivate!”