Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies
Chapter 96 - 20 I Just Want to Send Him to Heaven

In the darkness of the night, the screams ended before they had even begun.

After a series of rustling noises, peace returned to the alleys of the shantytown.

The sky gradually brightened.

As usual, Wang Jia, who lived in the shantytown, went out to the city for labor.

He had been sleeping soundly lately.

Ever since the arrival of the Hongshan Gang, with people patrolling at night, petty thefts had disappeared.

For several days, he hadn't fought any thieves, and he truly hoped every day could be like this.

With these thoughts in mind, Wang Jia stepped into the alley, and the happy smile on his face abruptly stopped.

Before him, two bodies, one large and one small, were hung high, swaying slowly in the cold wind, stiff like a wooden post.

Two gongs hung on their chests, with a bright red "dead" character written in blood.

He recognized them as members of the Hongshan Gang.

"It's bad, it's bad, something happened!" Wang Jia retreated urgently, shouting loudly with a pale face.

...

Shen Qing was immersed in practicing the Wind Blade Finger Killing Technique.

After instructions from Li Linfeng, his execution of the moves was no longer crude, appearing more orderly.

The beauty of the Wind Blade Finger lay not only in its extraordinary power but also in its shapelessness and formlessness, a move beyond moves.

Every confrontation required an adjustment of the angle and speed of attack to directly take the opponent's life, based on their strength and characteristics.

What Li Linfeng taught him as so-called deadly moves involved using moves from different martial arts schools, continuously feeding moves to him, and in actual combat, observing his personal rhythm of killing techniques.

These days, with the Never Forget skill, Shen Qing had repeatedly recalled and practiced the moves Li Linfeng used on him, becoming thoroughly familiarized, advancing rapidly.

Just as Shen Qing finished practicing a response move and exhaled a breath of turbid qi, his home door was knocked.

"Who is it?"

"Qingzi, something happened."

It was his uncle, Shen the Second, speaking. Shen Qing folded his stance and went to open the door.

At that moment, Uncle Shen the Second's expression was tightly drawn, as though a layer of dark clouds loomed over his brows.

"What happened?" Shen Qing asked.

"You should go and see."

Shen Qing frowned, waved his hand, "Let's go."

When he arrived, a crowd had already gathered in front.

"Qingzi is here, Qingzi is here."

Seeing him arrive, someone willingly made way, allowing him in.

Inside, lay two bodies, one large and one small, while two families surrounded them with sad faces, crying silently.

He recognized both deceased; the larger one was a hunter from the Zhang Family, and the younger was a young man from the Wang Family, with just a faint layer of fuzz on his lip.

"The bodies were found by others in the shantytown," Zhang Baqing said on the side, pulling out a letter. "Qingzi, take a look at this."

Shen Qing took it and saw it was from a thug named Eagle, bearing brazen threats.

In summary, there were three demands:

1. They must submit and yield;

2. Hand over a hundred taels of gold;

3. Cede the shantytown territory here.

If these three demands weren't met, people would be killed daily.

Today's events, they claimed, were just an appetizer.

After reading, Shen Qing's face betrayed no emotion as he asked, "Who is this Eagle?"

"Recently, I've had someone explore the surrounding situation. He's a thug from the North City, connected with the Zhou Family, and has frequently emerged in the West City over the past month, often bullying the area. It's said his Kung Fu Training is outstanding, and he's already mastered stretching."

Zhang Baqing hadn't been idle these days, often walking around the shantytown, gathering intelligence, which was now proving useful.

"Qingzi, maybe we should make contact and probe for more details about the other side?"

Shen Qing stepped forward and closed Niu Dan's eyes, giving him a glance, "They've already stabbed knives up your backside, and you still want to probe further?"

"I'm a person who always believes in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If someone kills my people, they should be prepared to be killed in return," Shen Qing stood up and said, "Tell me where he lives?"

Zhang Baqing wanted to say a few more words of persuasion.

Shen Qing, however, glared at him, "Immediately, right now!"

Zhang Baqing swallowed his words back, honestly saying, "He should be in Yanwei Lane right now."

"Alright, I'll handle this."

Shen Qing returned to his room, took his bow and a long knife, and strapped them to himself, disappearing from everyone's sight under their watchful eyes.

He didn't believe, with the combined support of the Turtle Breath Technique, Blood Dominance Technique, and Wind Blade Finger, that he couldn't kill a martial master proficient in stretching.

These local tyrants below had no idea how many there were, let alone how many more could be underneath; they couldn't be completely eradicated.

In such a situation, the best solution was to deal with the ones who surfaced first.

Eliminate this Eagle first, send him to the afterlife.

After Shen Qing left, the atmosphere became exceptionally heavy and oppressive.

The now-awareness-awakened Tian Xiaohu hurriedly grabbed his bow and knife, following along too.

Uncle Shen the Second and Shen Xiaohu followed closely behind.

At this time, even the families of the two slain households said nothing, silently picking up their knives and bows.

This triggered a chain reaction, as other hunters also silently took out hunting gear and sharpened knives, following in the direction where Shen Qing disappeared.

In the alley, Shen Qing seemed like a leading wolf, his eyes filled with a fierce glow, advancing slowly.

Behind him, others followed like a pack of wolves, arriving one after another.

Where they passed, a murderous aura filled the air.

People living in the alleys hurriedly shut their doors tightly, only daring to peek cautiously through windows, watching from a distance.

Yanwei Lane was a slight distance from Shen Qing's position, luckily within the same area.

After about the time it would take to drink a pot of tea, Shen Qing arrived at Yanwei Lane.

A one-entry courtyard stood before him.

The vermilion door was closed.

Outside, two little thugs sat at the entrance, playing dice, laughing heartily.

Shen Qing stood outside the alley, utilizing the Turtle Breathing Technique, silently approaching the two.

When the two sensed something odd and looked up, they found Shen Qing already standing in front of them, startling them.

Shen Qing calmly asked, "Does Eagle live here?"

"What's it to you?" One thug rolled his eyes and said, "Walking silently in broad daylight, scaring the hell out of me."

"As long as he lives here."

"Hmm?"

While the two were still unsure of what Shen Qing meant, they suddenly felt a rush of wind from in front.

With nearly a precise angle, Shen Qing's fingers pierced both of their throats.

His control of position was precise, his two fingers pinched both of their windpipes and vocal cords perfectly, preventing any sound from escaping.

Hearing footsteps behind, Shen Qing glanced back and found Tian Xiaohu and the others arriving.

Shen Qing tossed the two off casually.

Tian Xiaohu and Uncle Shen the Second caught their meaning, covering the mouths and slitting the throats, sending them off to the afterlife.