"This little brother, it seems that he really forgot to bring the salt ticket. Otherwise, I'll sell you the salt for the time being, and you'll have to bring the ticket to us later. After all, it's not easy for everyone. The white and chubby middle-aged man said with a smile.

Guo Yang's heart moved, and his pupils shrank imperceptibly.

"Okay, thank you, uncle." With a smile on his face, he turned and entered the sea salt shop.

There was a muffled "bang", and the two heavy doors of the Haiyan shop were suddenly closed from both sides.

Guo Yang's eyes suddenly darkened, and he blinked his eyes, and then he got used to it.

The four shopkeepers came out from behind the counter at some point and hid behind the doors on both sides of the shop hall. One person carried a stick, one person carried a rope, and two people showed a hideous face, slowly rolling their sleeves while approaching Guo Yang.

It seems that they are used to doing this, and their cooperation is very tacit.

Guo Yang had already observed the structure and layout of the store clearly before, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw the actions of these people. He took out a few knife coins from his arms and said with a smile: "Uncle shopkeeper, you are really a good person, I will send you the salt ticket later." ”

Behind the counter, the white and chubby middle-aged man stretched out his hand with a smile to pick up the knife coins, and said: "It's okay, it's okay, in the troubled times, it's not easy for anyone to live, and it's convenient for yourself to be convenient with others." ”

Guo Yang smiled and reached out to hand over the knife coins.

At the moment when the middle-aged man's chubby hand touched the knife coin, Guo Yang turned over and pinched the hand and pulled it suddenly.

"You ......" The middle-aged man was startled, and just as he was about to say something, half of his body had already been pulled out of the counter.

Guo Yang's other hand had already pinched his throat.

There was a soft "click", and the man was silent, his body twisted vigorously, and his hands and feet were kicking and trying to stay away from Guo Yang. His eyes bulged out all at once, his face turned red, and a dull grunt came out of his throat.

The other four people were stunned, as if they didn't expect Guo Yang to make a move.

The middle-aged man's whole body trembled for a while, and his arms hung down weakly, trembling slightly. He kicked his feet jerkily seven or eight times, straightened up suddenly, and held on for a while, before he slowly became soft and collapsed on the ground.

"Up!" Among the four people, the shopkeeper who carried the stick shouted violently, and with a "woo" of the stick in his hand, he went straight to the back of Guo Yang's head and slashed it.

The other three also reacted from their shock and pounced on Guo Yang together.

Guo Yang's knife is out of its sheath.

After 100,000,000,000 times of gripping, drawing and sheathing, Guo Yang's familiarity with knives even exceeds that of eating and sleeping.

All you need to do is move your mind, and the knife is already in your hand.

An indiscernible white light flashed, and the knife slashed lightly at the throats of the four men in the dim light like a sigh.

"Boom!" The knife is in its sheath.

Guo Yang looked coldly at the four shop guys who were unaware and still rushed towards him, and carefully observed their expressions.

After seeing too much killing and careless disregard for human life, Guo Yang's heart was a little cold.

In a trance, Guo Yang felt that he was a little distracted.

The four of them kept their original movements and rushed to a step or two in front of Guo Yang. Even, the stick smashed softly on Guo Yang's head, making a soft sound.

The four men slowly fell down in confusion. Among them, the one who carried the rope also touched his throat and stretched out his hand to see blood on it. He may have wanted to say a foul word, but he didn't hold back a word, just a puff of blood bubbles and translucent bubbles bubbled out of his throat.

There were three more people behind the counter, they craned their necks, opened their mouths wide, and looked at Guo Yang and the five companions who were killed in the blink of an eye.

Guo Yang's figure flashed, jumped on the counter, and quietly pounced on the three of them like a cat.

"Come ......" The man who opened his mouth to shout was the first to have his neck cut. His eyes widened, and he hurriedly covered the tiny wound in his throat with his hand, trying to stop the cold air from burrowing into his throat.

“…… Person! He finally struggled to get the next word out of the way, but no one would ever hear it.

The throats of the other two were also cut by Guo Yang.

The characteristics of the dead are all similar. This was Guo Yang's only thought at that time.

Ignoring the stench that overflowed from the crotch of the three people, Guo Yang slashed his hand and cut the chains on the heavy wooden door of the salt storehouse. The chain was made of copper-lead alloy, and under Guo Yang's knife, it was like a soft-tread noodle, and it was cut off without making a sound.

Guo Yang flashed into the salt warehouse, took out two storage bags with his backhand, and used the power of the cultivator's divine thoughts to quickly move bags of sea salt into it.

Seeing that most of the salt warehouse has been emptied, Guo Yang's storage bags are also close to the limit. He paused to carry it, tied two slightly bulging storage bags to his waist, and dodged out the back door of the salt shop.

Behind the salt shop was a wide courtyard in which seventy or eighty able-bodied men were busy. They packed the crystal clear salt into burlap bags and stacked them neatly under a thatched pergola.

Guo Yang touched the back of his head, and walked through the busy crowd a little embarrassed, slowly walked out of the backyard of the salt store, and walked onto the depressed street.

Two groups of patrolling soldiers, dressed in earth-gray cowhide armor and with mud and sheep dung on their boots, came listlessly.

Guo Yang, like a nobleman, indifferently looked at the hundreds of steps ahead, strolling, and smoothed the lock of hair that Li Shicai messed up when he killed someone.

……

Tangshan City was originally not big, so Guo Yang quickly left the city.

When I walked hundreds of steps, I suddenly heard a commotion in the city, and someone shouted something. After a few more moments, four soldiers pouted and closed the two tall, heavy gates.

Guo Yang continued to walk unhurriedly for a cup of tea, bypassing a low hill, and Tangshan City was finally out of sight.

He looked at no one on the left and right, dodged into the poplar forest next to the official road, and immediately quickened his pace and went straight to Wuling Mountain.

……

Tangshan City is in turmoil, full of soldiers, and spies inquiring about other people's privacy. For a time, the wind was loud, the grass and trees were all soldiers, and everyone was in danger.

The murder of the man in front of the salt shop and the theft of the salt storehouse are enough to shake the world in any kingdom.

The Lone Bamboo Kingdom sent an army into Tangshan City, and all the departments and related people who might be involved were tightly sealed. From the lord of the city, down to the men of the salt shop, and even the soldiers who defended the city that day and the hundreds of families near the salt shop, regardless of men, women, and children, they were all taken to the barracks.

For three months in a row, in the barracks set up outside the east gate, there were terrible howls day and night. Every day, a corpse in human form would be dragged away and hastily buried on a small hill three miles outside the city.

The dogs of the whole city of Tangshan ran out of the city like crazy, ignoring the whips and spears of the soldiers who had cut their heads and faces, and ran up the small hill. Whenever the moon appeared in the sky, those mad dogs would turn their backs to the sky and let out a wolf-like cry.

This lengthy interrogation lasted three months before it was finally stopped by the people above.

If the interrogation continues like this, the last few days of spring ploughing will be missed. Compared with the theft of sea salt, spring ploughing is the real big thing.

"Regardless of the generals of the whole army, all the officials in the whole city immediately cooperated with the local people to sow spring on the spot. Those who delay spring plowing and spring sowing will be killed! ”

It was a thin old man who conveyed the order from the Lone Bamboo Kingdom, and he left a cruel word and returned to the Lone Bamboo King Capital.