Although it was already some distance from where the Tusker Mountain Pig was, there was no guarantee that others wouldn't come if they delayed, and seeing this scene then would be hard to explain.
So Lin Sheng tucked the items into his embrace, grabbed Liu Jie's corpse, and went back to Ma Qiang's side.
Because he was nailed to the tree trunk, Ma Qiang was half-kneeling on the ground, and streams of fresh blood were still flowing from his chest, indicating he was not completely dead yet.
He grabbed the iron spear with both hands, trying to pull it out of his body, but with his strength, he was far from being able to do so.
Instead, due to his frantic movements, the blood flowed even faster, and he only felt the strength in his body rapidly dissipating.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, a hint of joy appeared on his face.
"Save... save me..."
He uttered a few words with a trembling voice, but when the footsteps drew near and revealed their owner, his face was filled with terror.
"You... you... my brother... won't... won't let you off..."
"Don't be so stingy in your next life, maybe you'll live a few more years."
Without intending to waste any more words, Lin Sheng slowly uttered a sentence, pulled out the iron spear, and plunged it into his heart again.
This time, Ma Qiang had no reaction at all, only the unwillingness frozen on his face.
After searching Ma Qiang's body for items, Lin Sheng carried the two corpses and quickly disappeared into the jungle.
It wasn't until he had gone a long distance, hearing howls of wolves from nearby, and faintly seeing eyes glowing with bloodthirsty red light in the bushes, that he realized they were several mountain wolves.
Without hesitation, Lin Sheng put down the corpses, then turned and sped towards the foot of the mountain.
Although he was heading towards the foot of the mountain, he had no intention of going down directly.
With the squad encountering two Tusker Mountain Pigs in this ambush, the Ninth Squad was bound to suffer heavy losses. Going down too early would be too conspicuous and hard to explain.
Moreover, he also needed to clean himself up.
At this moment, he was covered in red and white substances, which were blood and lime powder.
Only his face was relatively clean. When he was ambushed by the opponent's lime powder, he hadn't expected the opponent to be so insidious, carrying such a thing with him.
If it had gotten into his eyes, his eyes would probably have been ruined if not treated in time.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and blocked his face with his hand when the lime powder exploded. Otherwise, with impaired vision, let alone killing the opponent, it would have been a question of whether he could even catch up, and it was even possible he might have capsized in the gutter.
This also made him realize that battles between Martial Artists in this world were not just limited to the difference in Realms.
No matter what methods you use, as long as you are the one standing last, then you are the victor.
If it were an ordinary Body Tempering Martial Artist, they might not have been Liu Jie's opponent.
With decent dart skills and ruthless actions, this person must have been a master in the Body Tempering Realm.
Lin Sheng took out the map from his embrace. This was something that Hunter's Hall hunters were required to carry with them.
It marked the activity areas of some powerful beasts on the mountain, as well as some relatively safe routes. In addition, it also showed the locations of water sources and temporary supply points on the mountain.
Before long, Lin Sheng arrived at a pool of water, took off his outer clothing and washed it in the water, and then cleaned himself.
He held up his outer clothing and could see a small hole on the shoulder, which was where Liu Jie's dart had landed. Lin Sheng reached out and touched the inconspicuous white spot on his shoulder.
Fortunately, after the physical strengthening and enhancement, his body surface toughness had increased a lot, otherwise Liu Jie's dart would have actually pierced through.
Thinking of the opponent's relaxed and smug expression at the time, that dart was definitely poisoned.
It was only because his skin was tough enough, otherwise he really might have fallen for the opponent's trick.
He wrung out his clothes, put them on, looked at the map again, and then headed towards the nearest temporary supply point.
After more than half an hour, he had arrived at a dilapidated temple, which was a supply point for the Hunting Beast Hall.
Calling it a supply point was more like a temporary camp, essentially a place to rest for the night, which was better than sleeping exposed in the mountain forest.
At this time, there were already people in the dilapidated temple, and even before entering, suppressed wails could be heard coming from within.
Lin Sheng entered the temple, and indeed there were several Ninth Squad hunters inside, apparently also having escaped from the Tusker Mountain Pigs.
Several of them had blood on them and were clutching their arms, presumably having sustained some injuries.
Seeing Lin Sheng walk in, the few people just glanced at him and didn't pay too much attention.
As for these people, Lin Sheng only found them somewhat familiar, knowing they were from the Ninth Squad, but he didn't know their names.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of talking to him, he naturally wouldn't go up to them proactively.
After waiting for another half an hour, several more people arrived one after another, two of whom were seriously injured.
"Brothers, I think we should go down the mountain first. Our brothers are more or less injured, and it's not good to keep delaying here..."
Finally, someone couldn't sit still and suggested it. The others also had no objections.
Lin Sheng had no problem with it. Going down the mountain with these people was better than going down alone.
Soon, the group began to move. Although the path down the mountain was a bit far, fortunately, no accidents occurred.
By the evening of the second day, the group had left Yangping Mountain. There were Hunting Beast Hall personnel waiting at the foot of the mountain to receive them and send the injured to the medical hall.
Lin Sheng was naturally fine and returned directly to the station with the remaining few people.
An old hunter went to the hall to report the situation. As a newcomer, Lin Sheng didn't have much to do and quickly returned to his residence.
After locking the courtyard door, he finally returned to his room and took out all the gains from this trip from his embrace.
Looking at the miscellaneous items in front of him, Lin Sheng first picked up the booklet that only had a few pages.
There was no content on the cover of the booklet, it was just a blank page. He frowned after flipping through it a few times.
"It's not a Cultivation Technique manual!?"
This booklet turned out to be a hidden weapon technique, recording methods for using various hidden weapons.
"I was thinking too much. How could Cultivation Technique manuals be so easy to obtain."
He shook his head slightly and put away the booklet.
Although it wasn't the cultivation method he wanted most, this hidden weapon technique did have some value and was worth practicing.
Presumably, Liu Jie's unique dart skill came from here.
When he took out a few more darts, these darts were about 10 centimeters long, with sharp tips, and covered with a layer of dark green. He didn't know what kind of poison Liu Jie had applied.
However, Liu Jie did have a small bottle on him, which contained some dark green powder. This should be the potent poison on these darts.
"I can find an opportunity to test the potency of this poison."
Lin Sheng mused in his heart, his gaze already falling on the other pile of items.
Besides these things, Liu Jie only had a few taels of silver. He didn't know what Ma Qiang's things were like.
"With a good brother in the Forging Tendons Realm, he shouldn't be too poor."