The three men dusted themselves off, stood up, and turned to head back the way they came.
But they had barely taken two or three steps when—*PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!*—three soft sounds suddenly rang out.
All three men went rigid. The next moment… *THUD, THUD, THUD.* They collapsed to the ground.
They didn't even let out a grunt.
A bloody hole had appeared on each of their foreheads.
Qin Fang appeared beside the three men. He glanced down at their eyes, wide open and unblinking, a hint of confusion still lingering within them...
Then he raised his head, peered into the distance, and listened intently to make sure no one else was nearby.
Only then did he hoist the three corpses, cover the bloodstains on the ground with dirt until they were obscured, and turn to leave.
'Chen Shanhe is still looking for me, even though he must know that after more than ten days, I've probably already eaten the Treasure Fish.'
