When you enter the room, you will see the living room, and there are dozens of tables, chairs and tools stacked in a mess on the wall.

When the old man saw it, he pointed to these things and said, "This is the table in the Wang's house, this is the iron kettle belt of the Li family, and this high-legged wooden carved stool is the ancestral ...... of the Aqing family."

Zheng Qiu understood the meaning of the old man's words, the things in the living room were all loot looted by the sleepy tiger from various households.

Around the customer hall, there are three iron doors, and he pushed open the door on the far right first, and found that there were many large iron barrels in it.

One by one, the lid of the bucket was opened, and two-thirds of it was full, half of which was water, and the other half was rations.

The old man followed behind and explained: "This is the food and water that the Sleepy Tiger wants us to respect, and I heard that those two cultivators also have a share in it. ”

Zheng Qiu nodded and returned to the living room, pushing open the second iron door, behind the iron gate was a courtyard, three zhang square.

In the courtyard, piles of dung cakes were stacked into small hills, which had been added with a medicinal powder to mask the stench, giving off the strange smell of burnt cloth.

Zheng Qiu looked at the hill and asked, "Is this the dung cake you gave him, how many days do you have to make?"

"There were originally 22 households near the dung drying room, but now there are only 18 households left, and the dung cake here takes 18 families to make it for half a month. ”

Zheng Qiu opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he heard a slight noise coming from inside the house, and there were still people in the house!

He turned back, discerning the direction from which the sound was coming from, and pushed open the last iron door.

There was a strong musty smell wafting from the room behind the door, and there was a large bed in the middle of the room, and three women were squatting on the ground next to the bed.

The three women were ragged and unkempt, their exposed faces and arms covered in bruises, and their necks were chained to iron hoops on the wall like cattle.

Seeing Zheng Qiu push the door in, the three women panicked and kept shrinking into the corner of the room.

The old man followed in and was surprised and delighted to see the three women: "Oh my God, you are still alive, God has eyes, God has eyes!"

He ran over and reached for the chains, trying to get the three women out.

Seeing this, Zheng Qiu stepped forward and cast his folding fingers and pinched the iron chain around each woman's neck.

The chains snapped, the chains snapped, and the three women hugged each other, the sound of crying filling the room.

Zheng Qiu pursed his lips and said to the old man: "Old man, you call all the eighteen families around, move back the dung cakes in the yard and the things in the living room, and send these three people home by the way." ”

Hearing this, the old man's expression quickly changed to respect, and he bowed again and again: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir! I'll take them back." ”

He picked up the three weeping women, helped them out of the room, and hurried away into the distance.

After the old man left with the woman, Zheng Qiu went into each room to take a closer look, and soon the hidden secret door on the floor of the warehouse was found.

The secret door was opened, revealing a dark hole, and a ladder was erected down the hole.

Sure enough, there is a cellar, a guy who searches others every day, how can there be only food, drink and sundries in the house, there must be a place to hide things.

Zheng Qiu raised his arm, used his energy to light up the halo in his palm, and then stepped on the ladder into the cellar.

The whole cellar was about the same size as the storehouse above, and it was stuffy because of the lack of air circulation, and the walls were pitted, which seemed to have been carved out by the sleepy tiger himself.

There was a large box in the cellar, and Zheng Qiu raised his hand to break the iron lock on it and opened the lid of the box.

The chest was stacked with gold and silver jewelry, and there were two steel knives underneath.

He didn't have the slightest interest in these gold and silver jewelry, the money used by cultivators was Heaven and Earth Crystal, and the gold and silver jewelry was only used by ordinary people.

He brought an iron bucket from the storehouse, and carried the gold, silver, and jewels from the cellar to the living room, intending to wait for the old man to call the eighteen families and distribute them among them.

About half an hour later, there was a noisy discussion outside the house, Zheng Qiu pushed the door out, and saw more than 30 people gathered outside, and the old man who picked up dung was talking to everyone at the top of his voice.

"Alas, it's out!"

"How can you be a child, cultivator?"

"Old man Yang, is this kid the adult you said?"

"Don't lie to us, offending the Sleepy Tiger won't end well. ”

When the old man surnamed Yang saw Zheng Qiu come out, his spirit was lifted again, and he said loudly: "I didn't lie to you, although the adult is a child, the adult is a genuine cultivator, and he is very powerful.

My lord said, "Let you bring back the dung cakes, water, rations, and furniture, and return them to their original owners......"

But no matter how Old Man Yang persuaded him, everyone just refused to step forward, standing far away from the house, and discussing vigorously.

"Grandpa Yang!"

Zheng Qiu beckoned to Old Man Yang, and when Old Man Yang ran over, he asked, "Why don't they refuse to move things, these are originally theirs." ”

Old man Yang was speechless, and his face was red and white.

Seeing Old Man Yang's expression, he understood in his heart: "Do they not believe me, and they are afraid that the Sleepy Tiger will bring the cultivator back, so they dare not move things?"

He deliberately spoke loudly so that the crowd watching from a distance could hear him.

"That's right, who would dare to take something without my permission?"

The sleepy tiger took two people and walked from a distance with a swagger, raised his hand and pointed at Zheng Qiu: "Bastard, you still dare to stay here, okay, Uncle Ben will let you see and understand, and offend me Hu Dali!"

Then he turned to face the two cultivators and said in a low voice, "It's this kid, he wants to occupy this house, and he also wants to occupy all the benefits of this area. ”

One of the cultivators asked, "This kid is also a cultivator, how powerful is he?"

Hu Dali hurriedly replied: "It's only a little bit better than me, I can't keep him if I want to run." ”

The cultivator patted Hu Dali's shoulder: "It turns out that this is the only ability, then don't worry, we will help you get this kid." ”

With that, the two cultivators put on a straight face and walked towards the house aggressively, and the onlookers retreated one after another when they saw this, and even the old man Yang in front of Zheng Qiu was terrified, and kept hiding in the distance.

Zheng Qiu narrowed his eyes and stared at the two cultivators up and down.

The two men wore plain jackets, cloth shoes on their feet, and long weapons on their backs, but the weapons were wrapped in cloth, and it was impossible to see what they were.

As the two of them walked, some different colors were revealed at the placket, and he looked carefully, it was the patch that had been put on the back.

It seems that these two people are not rich lords, and the weapons behind them must not be much better, at most they are made of stainless steel.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qiu stepped forward directly and took the initiative to speak: "Where did you two come from?

(Thanks to a wonderful cloud for the monthly pass o(* ̄) ̄*)o)

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