67 Don’t worry, I’ll spare you (2/2)

”You are old man Wang?” Fang Yuan’s cold expression with his eerie eyes, stepped forward with a lump of moonlight in his right arm.

The old man was shocked as he looked at the moonlight on Fang Yuan’s hand, rapidly kneeling, ”This old man pays his respects to Lord Gu Master!”

”Old man Wang, your son dared to offend me, I have executed him. Bring his corpse forward!” Fang Yuan stood proudly, staring at the kneeling old man as he brought out the main topic.

His words had just finished, and two young hunters carried Wang Er’s corpse in.

Seeing this corpse, old man Wang’s body shook!

”Second brother —!” The young girl screamed pitifully, rushing forward and grabbing Wang Er’s corpse, her face flushed with tears.

”Wang family’s daughter…” The two young hunters, seeing the girl they liked crying in front of them, felt terrible. They wanted to console her, but no words came out.

”Old man Wang, I heard you’re a hunter, the best among the few villages. At such an old age, you can still hunt and get a good result every time, this is great.”

Fang Yuan paused here for a moment, and continued expressionlessly, ”Draw me a map of all the traps of the nearby mountain area now, as well as the results of your observation of wild beast territories from your hunting experience all these years. Draw it for me and I will spare your son’s sin of offending me, if not… hmph.”

These villages were under Gu Yue village’s control. The villagers were all farmer slaves of the Gu Yue clan.

With Wang Er’s offense for offending his master, according to the clan rules, their entire family would be implicated!

Old man Wang’s body shook again, almost falling to the ground. An impact like this was too sudden and great to him.

”Murderer, you are the murderer that harmed my brother! You treat human lives like livestock, and you dare to confront us? I will exact revenge for my brother!!” The young girl screamed, her voice full of hatred and anger towards Fang Yuan, and she rushed towards Fang Yuan.

But she was only halfway there when she got stopped by someone.

It was not the two young hunters, but her father.

”Disgraceful wretch!” Old man Wang screamed as he gave the young girl a tight slap, sending her to the ground.

”Your second brother is dead, do you want to die too? Do you want this old father of yours to be old and alone forever?!” The old man cried profusely saying this, his body trembling furiously.

”Father!” The young girl was awakened by this, and her tears poured out. Her voice was full of sadness, unjust, pity, hatred, and helplessness.

The old man turned his body, facing Fang Yuan as he kneeled down and placed his forehead on the ground, prostrating deeply at Fang Yuan’s feet. His voice shook as he said, ”Lord Gu Master, my son offended you and deserved to die! I shall draw the map for you now, please spare us with your magnanimity.”

Fang Yuan’s expression turned milder, he looked at the old man arrogantly, saying, ”Be at ease, as long as you draw honestly, I will spare you. But don’t think of lying to me, for if I find any suspicious points, your lives will be forfeited!”

”I understand, this old man understands.” Old man Wang kowtowed non-stop, ”Please Lord Gu Master, allow me to retrieve my brush and paper.”

”No need.” Fang Yuan waved his hand, looking at the two hunters he had forced along, ordering, ”Enter the room and find paper and brush, and bring them out.”

”Yes, Lord Gu Master.” The two youngsters did not dare to rebel under Fang Yuan’s authority.

”Lord, the paper and brush are on the square table in the kitchen.” Old man Wang said.

Fang Yuan’s eyes shone but he remained silent.

The two hunters barged into the house and quickly brought out the paper and brush.

In the southern territory, the paper were specially made of bamboo, where the quality was bad and the paper was tough with green overlays. Paper like this was suited to the moist weather of the southern territorial weather.

If it was rice paper, it might be destroyed after a week due to moisture.

The old man carried the brush and kneeled on the ground, drawing out black lines, curves or dots.

He used over ten bamboo papers, before handing them all to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan looked through them and split these bamboo papers into two, handing them to the two hunters, ”Take a look if there’s any inappropriate areas. Every mistake, I’ll give you one primeval stone!”