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Deep in the forest, all was still.

A series of "poof," "poof," "poof" sounds echoed through the silence.

Shovelfuls of dirt were thrown up, then cascaded down.

At the bottom of the pit, several corpses were faintly visible.

Their twisted limbs were intertwined, their clothes stained with blood.

The blood, not yet dry, mingled with the soil, the color growing ever darker.

With each layer of fresh soil that fell, the evidence of the brutal slaughter that had just occurred was gradually buried in the darkness underground.

Xu Sanduo suppressed the nauseating stench of blood, gripped the shovel tightly, and kept digging and tossing dirt.

Each swing seemed to drain all the strength from his body.

Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down his flushed face, and his arms trembled slightly from the exertion.

However, he dared not slacken in the slightest.

Because beside him stood a being as terrifying as a demon.

Xu Sanduo stole a glance at the other man while swinging the shovel.

He saw that the man was agile, his arms seemingly possessing endless strength, the speed of his shovel like a whirlwind, showing no sign of fatigue.

His eyes were unusually bright, glimmering slightly, as if contemplating something.

He seemed accustomed to the bloody scene before him, his face calm and indifferent, not taking it to heart at all.

The invisible aura radiating from his body made it even more daunting to approach him.

Xu Sanduo clicked his tongue inwardly, his mind involuntarily replaying the scenes of the previous slaughter.

The jaw-dropping ability to dodge bullets and the terrifying explosive power, casually taking a life like a beast, was completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Xu Sanduo asked himself, having mingled in the underworld for over a decade, often dealing with vicious criminals, and having encountered some strange and unusual people.

But today was like seeing the world for the first time—he had truly witnessed what a ruthless person was, this guy was simply a walking "human weapon"!

Thinking of this, Xu Sanduo couldn't help but feel apprehensive, stealing another glance at the other man, muttering to himself:

"Just where did this ruthless character come from? He doesn't even blink when killing someone, could he be the notorious murderer that everyone's been talking about recently?"

"If he is, will he end up filling the hole with me too?"

"Damn it, I don't want to die here without knowing why, I still have such a beautiful and flirtatious wife and mistress at home, if I just disappear like this, will they be sad for me? Maybe they'll forget me in a few days and go find some pretty boys to fool around with."

"And those unreliable friends of mine, will they take the opportunity to seize my family property, alas, why am I so unlucky to be caught up in this mess…"

Thinking of those possible tragic consequences, Xu Sanduo's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his hand holding the shovel almost slipped due to trembling.

Fang Cheng ignored the fat man's inner drama, his eyes focused on the panel that appeared before him.

While quickly shoveling dirt to bury the bodies, he looked at the lines of prompts.

【Boxing experience increased +50】

【Sanshou lv2 (319/500)】

【Jujutsu lv2 (167/500)】

He hadn't expected to gain so much skill experience from a short battle, it was a pleasant surprise.

In this way, these bandits should not be ordinary people either.

Judging from the strength of their punches and kicks and the speed of their attacks, they were at least skilled martial artists who had been fighting for many years, true practitioners.

As for why his boxing skill had increased by an extra 50 points.

It was mainly due to the special "sparring" just now.

Faced with the deadly danger brought by the muzzle, he chose to use the weaving and slipping techniques in boxing to gradually approach the enemy.

Each tilt of the head, each shake of the shoulders, was like dodging the enemy's constantly attacking jabs in shadow boxing practice.

It's just that this time, the imaginary enemy's jab technique was ridiculously strong, and the speed of the attack reached an astonishing speed of sound.

A slight carelessness would result in being hit in the unprotected head and throat by those metal "jabs" that whistled like bee stings.

It was precisely by relying on this knife-edge-like extreme training method that he had gained unexpected growth.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and at this moment he could still clearly feel the flexible and surging power within his body.

Although the training method was relatively dangerous, he also had sufficient confidence.

After his agility attribute broke through 40 points, Fang Cheng's control over his body's muscles could be said to have reached an extreme.

Every movement he made could reach a state of perfection and smoothness.

This allowed him to react in time with his body's muscles even when the enemy was shooting at him face-to-face within a few steps.

Instead of being like before.

Although with his extraordinary perception, his eyes could capture the trajectory of the bullets.

But in actual combat, he still needed to maintain a safe distance as much as possible, making a side-dive and dodge to find cover.

He simply couldn't reach the current level of ease and composure.

Of course, the main reason why the "sparring" had such a significant experience-boosting effect was because it was the first time he had adopted such a near-crazy method to hone his skills.

Next time, there might not be the same effect.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his wrist and looked at the time.

7:42.

Looking down at the pit again, at the corpses that were almost completely buried by the soil, he immediately increased the speed of his shovel.

He had to finish the work quickly and go back to the hotel for breakfast.

In the forest, the two continued to shovel dirt, silently doing the work of destroying the evidence.

The atmosphere became increasingly quiet and terrifying, the oppression making the fat man even more apprehensive, and cold sweat kept pouring from his forehead.

Poof!

A shovel heavily pierced into the already filled pit.

Xu Sanduo couldn't help but tremble violently, his eyeballs darting around frantically.

He seemed to be thinking about how to save his life, whether to kneel down and beg for mercy immediately, crying about having old people above him and young children below him, hoping to evoke the other party's compassion.

Or to offer benefits, bribing the man who was suspected of being a murderer with a large sum of money, making a life-or-death "deal."

"Stop shaking."

Just as Xu Sanduo was struggling inwardly, Fang Cheng finally spoke: "I won't kill you now."

"Ah, you… you really won't kill me?"

Hearing this, Xu Sanduo seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

But when he clearly heard the word "now," his face couldn't help but collapse again, and his body trembled even more violently.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and said:

"Killing you would be as easy as lifting a finger, you would have been dead a long time ago, the reason I'm keeping you is because you're still useful."

Xu Sanduo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded hurriedly, and his face was full of flattering smiles:

"Yes… yes, hero, you… what are your orders?"

At this moment, he had completely lost half of his usual slickness, leaving only a submissive attitude.

Fang Cheng stared at him intently, emphasizing his tone:

"Tell me exactly what's going on with that antique you collected from the Western Mountain ancient tomb, tell me everything clearly, don't try to play tricks, you've seen my methods."

Xu Sanduo trembled in fright and waved his hands quickly:

“No, no, hero, to tell you the truth, I'm just a middleman, helping people make connections. That antique... actually, a mysterious person found me and asked me to find a suitable buyer. I really don't know what earth-shattering secret is hidden behind it. I just wanted to make some small money...”

Fang Cheng suddenly interrupted his rambling:

“Those underworld forces, wealthy families, why do they all spend a lot of money to acquire this kind of antique?”

“I… I…”

Xu Sanduo carefully considered his words. When he saw the murderous intent vaguely revealed in Fang Cheng's eyes, his heart couldn't help but jump. He immediately racked his brains, and more beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Suddenly, he cried out, with a hint of joy on his face, and said:

“I found something unusual about this matter. Everyone who wants to buy this kind of antique seems to have skills that are higher than ordinary people, just like you, hero, or they have extraordinary backgrounds.”

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he listened, and then he asked:

“What is the origin of that mysterious person? What does he look like?”

Xu Sanduo continued to think hard:

“I… I only remember that he was wearing a baseball cap, pulled down very low. There seemed to be a scar on his face, his voice was a little hoarse, and he spoke with a southern accent. I really don’t remember anything else.”

Fearing that Fang Cheng would not believe him, he quickly added:

“In our line of work, it is very taboo to inquire into the real identity of the seller. If the reputation is ruined, no one will dare to do business with you in the future.”

Fang Cheng nodded slightly upon hearing this, and pondered for a moment.

Xu Sanduo looked at him expectantly:

“Hero, I've told you everything I know, can you let me go?”

Fang Cheng glanced at him and said coldly:

“Give me your business card. I'll spare your life for now. Remember, after you go back, you can't mention to anyone that you met me here today, otherwise…”

Xu Sanduo was relieved, and nodded and swore repeatedly:

“Definitely, definitely, hero, I will never reveal your news. I wouldn't say anything about what happened today even if I was beaten to death!”

As he said that, he groped in his trouser pocket in a slightly flustered manner, and took out a crumpled business card from it with trembling fingers.

It was as if it was his “life-saving charm” that he handed over with both hands, his face full of flattering.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to take the business card, glanced at the contact information and company address written on it, and then casually hid it in his pocket.

Then, without saying much, he took the shovel and strode towards the outside of the forest.

Seeing this, Xu Sanduo couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed instantly.

At this moment, he realized that his back was already soaked with sweat, and his sportswear was tightly attached to his body, feeling chilly.

Looking at Fang Cheng's departing figure, Xu Sanduo's eyes were filled with awe. He knew in his heart that he had met an extraordinary person today.

That was a powerful aura and mysterious ability that he had never seen before in his usual mixing with the market and the underworld.

After hesitating for a moment, he still mustered up the courage and shouted at the top of his voice:

“Hero, may I have the honor of knowing your name? I want to repay you for saving my life!”

“No need.”

Fang Cheng didn't turn his head back, his voice came from afar, cold and crisp:

“Remember to spread some leaves on the pit before you leave, and clean it up, lest the police come to your door.”

The words echoed in the forest, but the person quickly disappeared behind the layers of branches and leaves, as if he had never appeared here, leaving only a string of gradually dissipating footsteps.

Xu Sanduo came back to his senses and did not dare to slack off in the slightest. He frantically picked up leaves everywhere in the forest and spread them on the pit, trying to cover up the traces of digging the pit.

While busy, he suddenly remembered that there were still two bandits staring at his door, and he didn't have a phone with him.

As soon as he thought of this, he was immediately anxious and threw the shovel far away.

Then he ran towards the outside of the forest, scolding those bodyguards in his heart as he ran:

“Damn it, I usually feed you well, but at the critical moment, none of you are around. You are really a bunch of trash. When I get back, you will be in trouble!”

The fat body was as agile as a monkey at this moment, and he quickly passed through the dense forest covered with weeds and shrubs.

Leaving behind this forest, it became more and more gloomy and quiet, as if it had quietly swallowed all the secrets.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

At this time, the sun had quietly climbed up the branches, and the light it sprinkled became brighter and brighter, indicating that it was not early.

The winding stone path twisted and spiraled in the mountains and forests, like a sleeping serpent, awakened by a burst of rapid footsteps.

Fang Cheng ran all the way, rushing down the mountain along the stone path like a whirlwind.

His figure was as agile as a cheetah shuttling through the forest, jumping and moving quickly.

The strong wind brought up rustled, blowing the branches and grass beside the road violently, making rustling sounds.

Once he encountered a morning runner coming in front, he deliberately slowed down and panted heavily.

Then his face remained calm, pretending that he was just an ordinary exerciser.

This ability to switch roles instantly is admirable.

In less than two minutes, Fang Cheng ran down the mountain like a gust of wind and came to the open area by the lake.

The lake water shimmered in the sunlight, like a huge mirror, reflecting the green trees and green mountains on the shore.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, but he had no intention of admiring it.

The gains of this morning exercise and the scene of killing and burying corpses in the depths of the forest lingered in his mind.

He reached out and took out the crumpled business card from his pocket and looked at it again.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly. The reason why he paid special attention to the things flowing out of the Xishan ancient tomb.

It was only because he had a vague premonition in his heart that he always felt that this matter was related to the disappeared Jiang Chen.

After all, this old ghost Jiang Chen was also sealed underground for thousands of years like those antiques, and was able to see the light of day again due to an explosion accident.

After thinking about it, he put the business card back into his pocket and jogged slowly towards the hotel.

This matter is just a matter of keeping it in mind and paying special attention to it. There is no need to wade into muddy waters.

On the contrary, those antiques in his hand that have not yet been sold may be able to find Fatty Xu to sell them.

When he returned to Yuehu Hotel, it was about 8 o'clock.

His mother was taking care of his grandfather's daily life, and his uncle was yawning, apparently having just gotten up not long ago.

They had obviously knocked on the door just now, but had not received a response. They thought that he had gone to the lake for a stroll early in the morning, so they waited to go to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast together.

Fang Cheng explained, telling them not to wait and to go to the restaurant downstairs first.

Then he simply took a hot shower in the room, changed out of the blood-stained clothes, and then came out again.

When he came to the hotel restaurant on the first floor, the lights inside were bright, and the warm atmosphere and the aroma of food blended together.

Many people were already dining here, and the sound of laughter and the melodious music were intertwined.

Fang Cheng searched around, and soon saw his family sitting in a window seat.

His mother was talking to his grandfather with a smile, and his grandfather nodded gently from time to time, his face full of kind smiles.

His uncle was reading the newspaper on the side, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

The sunlight gently sprinkled on them through the window, outlining a peaceful and warm picture.

Fang Cheng raised the corners of his mouth, strode over, and naturally switched to the family role.