The rumors circulating in the martial arts world startled everyone, but before they could say anything more, the ruthless assassin had already spun the hilt of his knife and sliced ​​off the flesh from the neck of the screaming warrior.

In the blink of an eye, only the stark white bones supporting the head and body remained.

A living person can be transformed into a bloody, half-human, half-skeletal form in the blink of an eye.

This dazzling shock was enough to terrify others.

Jiang Rushuai laughed heartily, his tone carefree and relaxed: "I knew you'd come! It's all thanks to you!"

Shen Jue waved the boning knife in his hand, letting the blood on the blade splatter onto the water beside him. His gaze was calm as he looked at the bandits, as if they were livestock on a chopping board, his voice completely flat: "Hmm."

The two then switched places.

Shen Jue leaped into the center of the bandits' encirclement, causing the small boat to rock violently and splash up a lot of water. Jiang Rushuai, however, lightly touched the water droplets with his toes and landed gracefully on the small boat that Shen Jue had come from, and in the blink of an eye, it drifted a few miles away.

"Don't leave—"

The older hunter tried to give chase, but Shen Jue blocked his path the next moment: "Your opponent is now me—"

Shen Jue brandished his boning knife, displaying an unyielding and invincible presence, and left the remaining three men on the ship.

Watching Jiang Rushuai's figure gradually disappear into the distance with the small boat, the older bandit hunter gritted his teeth and said to the other two, "Kill Shen Jue first, or none of us will be leaving!"

The three exchanged a glance and decisively unleashed their killing blows on Shen Jue. Shen Jue, however, showed no fear; his boning knife, true to its name, cleaved through flesh and blood with each strike. The once-steady boat began to rock violently, large ripples spreading across the water's surface, gradually mixing with crimson blood, which spread further and further with the ripples…

After a short while, the lake returned to tranquility. The young cook, covered in blood, emerged from the boat's awning, leaped to the bow, sat cross-legged, put down his bloodstained boning knife, closed his eyes to rest, and let the small boat continue to drift with the current.

Following the direction the small boat had drifted from, several stark white skeletons flashed across the water's surface before slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake, never to be seen again...

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After filming wrapped, the small boat swayed gently as it approached the shore.

Suspended by wires, Xiao He lightly leaped from the boat until his feet firmly touched the shore, at which point his tense nerves slowly relaxed.

call--

It's finally over.

Xiao He didn't get seasick before.

But his experience of being a "flying man" on the ship these past few days has once again shown him what extreme torture truly means.

"Yes, you've worked hard these past few days."

Lin Yipeng raised her hand and patted Xiao He's shoulder, looking very relaxed.

Once we got through this scene, everyone's work became much easier.

Xiao He sighed: "I don't think I'll want to take a boat trip for a long time."

Lin Yipeng shrugged: "Don't worry, I hope we can work together again in the future."

Xiao He paused for a moment, then chuckled, not taking Lin Yipeng's words to heart, and simply said, "Okay, I'll wait."