We left Scarface, the young man's corpse, and the unconscious man behind and set off to find the Immortal Mountain that Scarface spoke of.

Fatty suggested that instead of blindly walking, we should first find a high point to observe the location of the Immortal Mountain, and then formulate a route.

We agreed, so Fatty led us to a higher place.

No more than five minutes after separating from Scarface and the others, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest.

Hiss—

No, something must have been missed!

"Wait a minute!" I suddenly shouted.

My actions startled Fatty. "What's wrong, young master? Why are you so jumpy?"

Fatty was clearly a little unhappy.

"I..." Of course, I couldn't tell the real reason. In a flash of inspiration, I thought of an excellent excuse. "I... I need to take a dump."

Fatty grunted and said disdainfully, "I thought it was a big deal. Just do it here, we'll wait for you."

I scratched my head and said reluctantly, "It's not convenient here, with so many people watching. Wait for me, I'll go into the woods."

Rouyi came over and took my arm, seemingly wanting to support me.

I took a step back. "It's okay, I can go by myself."

Rouyi asked concerned, "Is your body okay?"

I moved my hands and feet, enduring the churning uneasiness in my chest, and said to Rouyi, "I've almost recovered. Wait for me two minutes, I'll be right back."

So I left them with my back view and ran quickly into the forest.

They were located at the edge of the forest, a very conspicuous location, and there was no cover around, so they could be seen from a long distance, so there was no need to worry that I would not be able to find them. They could just stand there and wait.

I darted into the forest and ran back to where Scarface was as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, everything was as I expected.

Scarface did not wait for me to go far away before taking action, as we had requested. Judging from his current position, he must have already started acting as soon as we left. He was now like a worm, desperately using the found dagger to cut the rope that bound his hands behind his back.

His actions of cutting the rope were a bit too vigorous, as if he was eager to cut the rope. If there was no emergency, he would definitely not do this.

No wonder I felt so uneasy just now. It turned out the problem was here.

I guessed that Scarface must have realized something from one of Dodge's words just now. Otherwise, he would have absolutely no reason to disobey the "superior's" orders.

Without alarming Scarface, I quietly sneaked over. Relying on my memory, I found the dropped blade from an inconspicuous patch of grass, and I quietly picked it up.

The position where the blade fell was very special. No one else noticed where the blade fell, but I did.

Clutching the blade, which was only the size of my thumb, I went around to Scarface's back and tiptoed towards him.

Scarface was currently facing away from me, desperately cutting the rope. Because Scarface couldn't see the position of the rope, but was eager to cut it, his hands were covered in bloody cuts.

He was too focused on cutting the rope, and he didn't notice me until I was by his side.

When Scarface saw me, his eyes suddenly became very strange, and his expression was extremely complicated. First, he was surprised, then a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and finally his expression settled into his signature flattering look.

In the instant his expression changed, I quickly slashed the tightly held blade across his throat, not giving him any chance to speak or explain.

Bright red blood gushed from his neck, spraying onto my shoes.

"You...you're not..."

...

Fatty cursed, "Taking a dump so slowly, I almost thought you fell into the latrine. We were all worried about you."

I looked at everyone apologetically and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, my legs and feet are not very convenient, plus I'm a little constipated, so I was a bit slow."

Fatty didn't mean to pick a fight. After scolding me, he set off again to find a high point.