Chapter 20 Warehouse

Seeing that everyone was excited to go 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 Black Wind Bandits' accumulation over the years to use as a resource for his own cultivation and advancement.

"Where will the things be?"

Walking through the vast open space, he came to the Black Wind Village Hall.

Looking at the empty hall and the empty Tiger Skin Mountain King's Chair standing on the steps under the dry tiger head at the end, Yang Qingyun fell into deep thought.

It seems that he killed too early!

Who knows where they hid the wealth they had plundered for many years?

For such a thing,

I am afraid that only the three heads of the Black Wind Bandits know!

"Forget it, let's look for them one by one."

Yang Qingyun shook his head slightly and prepared to search around helplessly.

However,

Hmm?

Is there anyone?

He stepped on the ground with one foot, and suddenly exerted force, the dark floor tiles broke and cracked, and a thumb-sized gravel was ejected and rose in front of him.

Yang Qingyun flicked his finger, and the gravel immediately shot like a bullet towards the wooden wall covered by rags!

With a swish,

the rags were pierced, and the gravel hit a figure hiding behind!

"Ah!"

The figure screamed, and a wound was pierced on his shoulder by the gravel, and he fell out.

"It seems that I don't have to worry about it. Can you tell me where your village owner's property is?"

Yang Qingyun slowly walked to the side of the figure who fell to the ground, covering the wound on his shoulder, and said lightly.

Lying on the ground,

was a slave in gray servant clothes.

Covering the wound on his shoulder, trembling all over, shivering and looking up at Yang Qingyun.

This is a servant who is responsible for cleaning in the Black Wind Village.

"I remembered some memories, not so good ones."

A cold color flashed in Yang Qingyun's eyes.

These people are slaves plundered from the countryside by the Black Wind Village. They have the lowest status in the village and are bullied by the Black Wind Bandits.

However,

they dare not resist the strong who inflict pain on them,

but dare to swing their swords on the weaker ones!

For example, the slaves who were once abducted and imprisoned in the back mountain by the Black Wind Bandits with Yang Qingyun!

Withholding, framing, oppression, whipping, and fun

This is really not a pleasant memory.

Fortunately,

the character tempered by the displacement in the previous life has made him somewhat expressionless. Although he hates it in his heart, he does not show anything on his face.

"I, I don't know!"

"Hero, spare my life!"

The servant trembled all over, as if he was scared silly, lying on the ground, begging for mercy.

Anyone who sees this scene will probably feel unbearable.

However,

this set of tactics had no effect on Yang Qingyun.

After all, in his previous life, he had personally seen these people torture an innocent villager to death in the name of trying to escape, and then kneel on the ground trembling, with their faces pressed to the ground to please the members of the Black Wind Bandits, as humble as dust in the ground.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, using more brutal means to inflict more brutal means on the weaker ones, this is their way of survival!

Yang Qingyuan did not want to comment on the right or wrong of the matter.

What he cared about was the wealth accumulated by the Black Wind Bandits for many 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 this hall.

Obviously, he was someone with some ideas!

In addition,

Yang Qingyun also faintly felt a fresh smell of blood from the other party, and it seemed that this guy had killed someone not long ago.

Interesting.

"Is that so? Sorry, it seems you are useless 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 the Black Wind Village is! Spare my life! I will take you to the warehouse!"

"Then lead the way."

Yang Qingyun's face remained calm.

The servant immediately crawled up and walked in front of him in fear.

Under the guidance of the servant, Yang Qingyun bypassed the hall of the mountain village and walked into a remote path, away from the messy thatched wooden houses of the mountain village, walked along the tree-lined path, passed through several unmanned sentries along the way, and the blocked wooden gate was already opened, and finally came to a cliff!

A small plank road, folding and winding along the cliff from bottom to top, extends 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 carefully, and at the same time, his eyes kept watching Yang Qingyun's expression from time to time.

Seeing that he was looking at the cave on the top of the cliff without saying anything, he carefully stepped back to the side.

But then Yang Qingyun grabbed his collar, lifted him up, jumped up and down along the small plank road, flew up like a roc, and quickly fell into the cave in the middle of the cliff.

This cave is not small, the width of the ground is four or five meters, the top is irregularly arched, the cave is rugged and extends to the depths of darkness.

It is unknown whether it was formed naturally or built by humans.

Since the Black Wind Pirates took up residence here, they built an iron gate at the entrance of the cave, renovated the cave on the cliff, and built a warehouse.

And at this time,

The iron door at the entrance of the cave has been opened, and there are still many corpses on the ground. Not far away, a few black wind thieves are carrying heavy baggage behind them and are fighting each other with weapons. The corpses lying on the ground are all carried by the dead. The baggage was torn open, and white silver was scattered.

That’s right, it’s the warehouse!

Seeing this scene, Yang Qingyun knew that he was in the right place and threw the slave aside.

At this time, Yang Qingyun's figure appeared. During the battle, a red-eyed black thief slashed at Yang Qingyun's head with a knife.

"court death!"

Yang Qingyun naturally would not tolerate them, and his eyes were cold.

Two fingers easily clamped the incoming knife blade tightly, and then, under the astonished gaze of the opponent, he knocked the long knife out of the opponent's hand with a flick of skill, and easily snatched the long knife from the opponent's hand with his backhand.

At the same time, he punched out with his left hand, breaking the ribs of the Black Wind Bandit, and his chest collapsed. His whole body flew out like a cannonball and hit the stone wall. He vomited blood and died before his eyes.

This scene,

They were all shocked when they saw the other Black Wind thieves who were fighting.

But Yang Qingyun didn't talk nonsense to them. His figure flashed, the sword flashed, blood splashed everywhere, and he killed several people on the spot in just one breath!

Yang Qingyun mentioned walking deep into the warehouse,

Several large and messy wooden boxes fell to the ground. The scattered silver fell to the soil and was stained with blood. Several groups of black thieves fought here, causing the entire warehouse to become chaotic. Everyone was furious.

Without any nonsense, Yang Qingyun directly sent all these red-eyed Black Wind thieves to calm down.

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 after another, revealing all kinds of precious collections including white silver coins, silks and satins, calligraphy and painting jades, etc.

A large amount of wealth brings joy to people's hearts.

With this large amount of money, there is no doubt that Yang Qingyun's martial arts path will be much smoother in the future!

"Enough money, enough medicinal materials, refining elixirs, and refining Qi and blood. I need to improve my cultivation as soon as possible, so that I can have the strength to compete for those unborn opportunities in my previous life."

"It's just, is there something missing?"

After thinking about it carefully, Yang Qingyun frowned slightly.

These things may seem like a lot, but in fact they probably add up to about 10,000 taels of silver.

The Black Wind Bandits have been entrenched here for many years, and during this period of time, cholera swept half of the wilderness of Huangshi Town. They attacked at least dozens of villages and robbed countless wealthy families. How could they only have this little thing?

Suddenly,

Yang Qingyun seemed to have thought of something.

The figure flashed,

Withdrew.

However,

The iron door that I came from was completely closed at some point. Not only was it heavily locked, but a giant sliding stone was blocked behind the iron door.

Completely shut the iron gate!

Yang Qingyun's eyes turned cold, full of murderous intent!

"Hoo! Hoo!"

In the chaotic Black Wind Village, the slave who had taken Yang Qingyun to the warehouse was nervously running towards the village hall.

At this time, there were a few corpses on the ground of the cottage Juyi Hall, but no one else was seen. After all, this was just a gathering place for black thieves, and there was no money or water.

After some people finished fighting, they left and went to other places.

After carefully observing the surroundings and confirming that no one was around, the slave suppressed the excitement that could not be concealed in his heart and tiptoed towards the tiger leather seat.

Climbing up on the chair, he stood up on tiptoes and took out the dried tiger head specimen on top. He reached out and took out a few soft papers, two books, and three boxes from the hole behind his head.

In the midst of joy,

Poof!

A knife suddenly penetrated his body from behind. The slave's eyes suddenly widened and he wanted to say something.

But Yang Qingyun didn't give him a chance to speak. He slapped his head with a palm, shattering his skull and killing him completely.

"You think you can trap me to death with these little clevernesses? Ridiculous!"

Yang Qingyun's face turned a little dark,

Although there were no serious consequences, he was extremely unhappy at being plotted against.

Grab what's in his hand.

The first thing that caught my eye were the five soft papers of unknown material that seemed to be embroidered with gold threads.

There are several large characters written in the middle of the dense golden threads that can be called artistic.

Sihai Trading Company,

golden ticket,

One thousand taels!

Yang Qingyun raised his eyebrows, this is a golden ticket of one thousand taels of gold!

And such a golden ticket,

There are five in total!