Chapter 20 Warehouse
Seeing everyone eager to chase and kill, Yang Qingyun did not stop them.
His goal for this trip was very clear. Revenge was not the purpose, but to seize the accumulation of the Black Wind Bandits over the years to use as capital for his own practice and advancement.
"Where will the things be?"
Walking across the vast open space, he arrived at the hall of Black Wind Village. Looking at the empty hall and the empty Tiger Skin Mountain King's throne standing on the steps under the dry tiger head at the end, Yang Qingyun fell into deep thought.
It seemed like I killed someone too early!
Who knows where they hid the wealth they looted over the years?
I’m afraid only the three leaders of the Black Wind Bandits know about this kind of thing !
"Forget it, let's look for them one by one."
Yang Qingyun shook his head slightly and helplessly prepared to search around.
But, eh? Someone?
He stepped on the ground with one foot and exerted force suddenly. The dark floor tiles shattered and cracked. A thumb-sized piece of gravel was ejected and rose in front of his body.
Yang Qingyun flicked his finger, and the piece of gravel immediately shot like a bullet toward the wooden wall covered by rags!
With a hiss, the rag was pierced, and the gravel hit a figure hiding behind! "Ah!"
The figure screamed, and fell out from a wound on his shoulder caused by the rubble.
"It seems that I don't have to worry anymore. Can you tell me where your village chief's property is?"
Yang Qingyun slowly walked to the figure who had fallen to the ground, covering the wound on his shoulder, and spoke lightly.
Lying on the ground was a slave dressed in gray servant's clothes.
Covering the wound on his shoulder, he trembled all over and looked up at Yang Qingyun shivering.
This is a servant who is responsible for cleaning in Black Wind Village.
"I remembered some memories, not so good ones."
A hint of coldness flashed across Yang Qingyun's eyes.
These people were slaves plundered from the countryside by the Black Wind Bandits. They had the lowest status in the village and were bullied by the Black Wind Bandits.
However, they dared not resist the strong who inflicted pain on them, but dared to wield their swords on the weaker ones! For example, the slaves who were once kidnapped by the Black Wind Bandits and imprisoned in the back mountain together with Yang Qingyun!
Withholding, framing, oppression, beatings, and making fun of it This is really not a pleasant memory.
Fortunately,
The character he had tempered through the hardships of his previous life had made him somewhat expressionless. Although he felt disgusted inside, he did not show it on his face.
"I, I don't know!"
"Sir, Sir, spare my life!"
The servant was trembling all over, as if he was frightened out of his wits. He lay on the ground and begged for mercy.
Anyone who sees this scene would probably feel unbearable.
only,
This set of tricks had no effect at all on Yang Qingyun.
After all, in his previous life, he had seen with his own eyes that these people tortured an innocent villager to death for fun in the name of trying to escape, and the next moment they were kneeling on the ground trembling all over, with their faces pressed to the ground to curry favor with the Black Wind Bandits, as humble as the dust in the ground.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, using even more brutal means on the weaker ones, this is their way of survival!
Yang Qingyuan didn't want to comment on whether the matter was right or wrong.
What he cared about was the wealth that the Black Wind Bandits had accumulated over the years! In this empty hall of the mountain stronghold, everyone else had already run away, only this guy did not take advantage of the chaos to escape, but hid in a corner of the hall.
Obviously someone with some ideas!
and,
Yang Qingyun also faintly sensed a fresh smell of blood from the other person. It seemed that this guy had killed someone not long ago.
Interesting. "Is that so? Sorry, it seems you are of no use to me."
Yang Qingyun's face was calm, with no expression on his face, and he spoke calmly.
"No! No! Hero, I am still useful!"
"I know where the warehouse of Black Wind Village is! Spare my life! I will take you to the warehouse!"
"Then lead the way."
Yang Qingyun's expression remained calm.
The servant immediately crawled up and walked in front in fear, leading the way.
Led by the servants, Yang Qingyun bypassed the hall of the mountain stronghold and walked into a secluded path, away from the messy thatched wooden houses of the mountain stronghold. He walked along the tree-lined path, passed through several unmanned sentry posts along the way, and the blocked wooden gates were already opened. Finally, he came to a cliff! A small plank road, folding and winding along the cliff from bottom to top, extended to a hundred meters above the cliff, in a hollow cave in the middle of the cliff!
"Master, that cave is the storehouse of the Black Wind Village! All the wealth of the entire Black Wind Village is gathered there!"
The servant spoke cautiously, keeping his eyes on Yang Qingyun's expression from time to time.
Seeing that he was looking at the cave on the cliff without saying anything, he carefully stepped aside.
But then Yang Qingyun grabbed his collar, lifted him up, jumped up, and jumped several times along the narrow plank road, flying like a roc, and quickly landed in the cave in the middle of the cliff.
The cave is not small, with a width of four or five meters on the ground and an irregular arch on the top. The rocks inside the cave are rugged and extend into the depths of darkness.
It is not known whether it was formed naturally or built by humans.
Since the Black Wind Bandits took up residence here, they built an iron gate at the entrance of the cave, transformed the cave on the cliff, and built a warehouse.
At this time, the iron gate at the entrance of the cave had been opened, and there were many corpses on the ground. Not far away, several Black Wind Bandits were carrying heavy bags on their backs and fighting each other with weapons. The corpses fell to the ground, and the bags carried by the dead were broken, scattered with white silver.
It’s the warehouse for sure!
Seeing this scene, Yang Qingyun knew that he was in the right place. He threw the servant in his hand aside. At this time, Yang Qingyun appeared. In the battle, a bloodthirsty Black Wind Bandit came towards Yang Qingyun's head with a knife.
"court death!"
Naturally, Yang Qingyun would not indulge them, and his eyes turned cold.
He easily clamped the blade with two fingers, and then, in front of the opponent's astonished gaze, he cleverly exerted force to shake the long sword out of the opponent's hand, and easily snatched the long sword from the opponent's hand with his backhand.
At the same time, he punched out with his left hand, breaking the Black Wind Bandit's ribs and smashing his chest. The whole person flew backwards like a cannonball and hit the stone wall, spitting out blood and obviously dying.
The other Black Wind Bandits who were fighting saw this scene and were all shocked.
However, Yang Qingyun did not waste any words with them. His figure flashed, the knife flashed, blood splattered, and in the blink of an eye, he killed several people on the spot!
Yang Qingyun walked to the depths of the warehouse with a knife in hand.
Several large, messy wooden boxes fell to the ground at this time, and the scattered silver fell into the mud, stained with blood. Several groups of Black Wind Bandits fought here, causing chaos in the entire warehouse, and everyone was blood-thirsty.
Without any nonsense, Yang Qingyun directly sent all these bloodthirsty Black Wind Bandits to the cold place.
soon,
Yang Qingyun was the only living person left in the warehouse.
He used a knife to open the wooden boxes in the warehouse one by one, revealing silver, silks, satins, calligraphy and paintings, jade articles, and various other precious collections.
A large sum of wealth brings joy to one's heart.
With this large sum of money, there is no doubt that Yang Qingyun's martial arts journey will be much smoother in the future!
"I need enough money to buy enough medicinal materials, refine pills, and refine my blood. I need to improve my cultivation as soon as possible so that I can compete for the opportunities that have never been born in my previous life."
"It's just that, isn't this thing missing something?"
After thinking about it carefully, Yang Qingyun frowned slightly.
These things may seem like a lot, but in fact, they only add up to about 10,000 taels of silver.
The Black Wind Bandits have been entrenched here for many years, and during this time they have destroyed half of the wilderness in Yellowstone Town, attacked at least dozens of villages, and plundered countless wealthy families. How could they only have this little stuff?
Suddenly, Yang Qingyun seemed to think of something.
The figure flashed and retreated.
However, the iron gate that they came in through had been completely closed at some point. Not only was it heavily locked, but a huge sliding rock with a mechanism was blocking the iron gate behind it, completely locking it shut!
Yang Qingyun's eyes turned cold and full of murderous intent! "Hoo! Hoo!"
In the chaotic Black Wind Village, the servant who had previously taken Yang Qingyun to the storehouse was running nervously towards the main hall of the village.
At this time, there were a few more corpses on the ground in the gathering hall of the mountain stronghold, but no other people were seen. After all, this was just a gathering place for the Black Wind Bandits, and there was no money involved.
After the fight, some people left and went to other places.
After carefully observing the surroundings and making sure that there was no one around, the servant suppressed the excitement in his heart and tiptoed towards the tiger-skin chair.
He climbed onto the chair, stood on tiptoe, took down the dried tiger head specimen above, reached into the hole behind the head and took out a few soft papers, two books, and three boxes.
Just when I was overjoyed, puff!
A knife suddenly pierced his body from behind. The servant's eyes suddenly widened and he wanted to say something.
But Yang Qingyun did not give him any chance to speak. He slapped him on the head, shattering his skull and killing him completely.
"You think you can trap me to death with these little tricks? Ridiculous!"
Yang Qingyun's face turned a little dark. Although there were no serious consequences, he was extremely unhappy about being plotted against.
Grab what's in his hand.
The first thing that caught my eye was the five soft sheets of paper made of an unknown material that seemed to have patterns embroidered on them with gold thread.
In the middle of the densely packed golden lines that could be described as art, there were a few large characters written on them.
Sihai Trading Company,
Gold Ticket,
One thousand taels!
Yang Qingyun raised his eyebrows. This is a gold note worth one thousand taels of gold! And such a gold note,
There are five in total!
(End of this chapter)
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