Under the leadership of several leaders, An Cheng entered the passage.

As soon as you enter, there is a long staircase that goes straight into the ground, and you may go down all the way down to the ground for more than ten meters, and the steps end.

After walking through a long passage, An Cheng finally entered a very spacious underground cavern about the size of a football field.

The place is circular, with torches on the walls around it, which illuminates the inside, and the ventilation effect is also very good, An Cheng can even feel the wind blowing, and there is no dull smell in the air.

And above the four walls of this hollow wall are many small doors, and behind each door is a room.

From the chieftains, each of them had a room in this place, and other rooms were piled up with miscellaneous items.

But soon An Cheng saw that there was a door that was different from the others, the others were all wooden, but the door was made of metal, and there were several locks on it, locking it tightly.

"What's behind that door?"

"That'...... It's ...... there."

The person who had been honestly answering An Cheng's questions before suddenly stood up and didn't tell the truth for a long time.

His eyes narrowed slightly, An Cheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, and walked over directly with the knife he snatched from Song Qingshan's hand.

Just now he also found a scabbard at the entrance of the passage, which was the scabbard of this knife, and he also learned from those leaders that this knife was a low-grade spiritual weapon that Song Qingshan had finally obtained before.

On the Martial Spirit Continent, martial artists want to have a powerful spiritual weapon, and the spiritual weapon is divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower.

Even if it is the most garbage in the lower grade spirit weapon, it is better than those ordinary sword soldiers I don't know how many times, and sharpening iron like mud is just a basic operation.

The stronger the spiritual weapon, the stronger the containment and permeability of the spiritual power, and the greater the power of the martial artist when he uses his martial arts.

Like some powerful spiritual weapons, they can increase the strength of martial artists.

Although the spirit weapon treasure knife in An Cheng's hand now is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, it can be regarded as a good low-grade spiritual weapon.

Although it can't increase the strength of the martial artist, the permeability to the spiritual power is very strong, and the material is tough and extremely sharp.

Walking to the iron door, An Cheng pulled out the long knife in his hand and slashed straight at the locks.

"Dingding......

A crisp voice sounded, and several arm-thick iron locks were cut off by An Cheng with a knife, and then he pushed open the iron door.

"Squeak~"

A tooth-souring sound sounded, the iron door slowly opened, and then a strange smell enveloped An Cheng's whole person.

And the scene that appeared in front of him shocked him even more.

The room was empty, almost the size of a basketball court, with a layer of hay on the floor, and dozens or hundreds of people, all women, were crowded on it.

The youngest of them may be in their teens, and the oldest is in their early twenties, all of them are mentally depressed, ragged, and unable to completely cover their bodies, revealing their private parts.

Some people have no wisps on their bodies, their bodies are full of filth, and their lower body parts are messy and bloodstained.

When An Cheng opened the door, they were all startled and hid further into the room, dozens of pairs of eyes full of fear looking at him.

It's really hard for An Cheng to imagine that in this dark underground, there are still so many innocent women who are locked up here, humiliated by those beasts every day, and will be sold to other places in the future.

It is conceivable that the ending after they are sold away is definitely not a good situation.

"Damn, really damn it......"

Clenching the hilt of the knife in his hand, An Cheng's body trembled with anger, and he suddenly looked back at the leaders who brought him in, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"You ...... Damn it!!"

A low and hoarse voice sounded, An Cheng clenched his teeth, kicked his right foot on the ground, and shot out in an instant.

"Boom......"

The whistling sound of the blade cutting through the air sounded quickly, and the cold sword light connected in the air, and in less than a second, a dozen or so people were all lying on the ground.

An Cheng stopped, stood quietly in place, and thudged the long knife back into its scabbard again, looking at the last remaining person in the field.

"Where do you usually put your money?"

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Deliberately leaving the last person, An Cheng found the place where the Qingshan Gang stored their money through him, and then asked him to find a few people to buy more than a hundred sets of women's clothes and come back.

An Cheng led people into the room with their clothes, looked at the scene in the field, and said in a deep voice: "You are free from now on, change your clothes and go home, as if none of this happened, and everyone will receive a hundred taels of silver outside when they leave!"

Hearing An Cheng's words, no one stood up, and they all looked at him suspiciously, but as one of them stood up, they all left the room one after another.

When they found out that everything was as An Cheng said, and after they were free, they all couldn't help crying, wiping their tears while changing into clean clothes.

Before leaving, everyone walked up to An Cheng and knelt down and kowtowed to thank him, but An Cheng did not stop it, because if he stopped it, it would be a kind of harm to these poor people.

Soon, in the huge room, only An Cheng and a few people from the Qingshan Gang were left.

When they found that An Cheng set his eyes on them, they were also frightened and immediately fell to their knees.

"Childe spares his life, Childe spares his life......"

Looking at the few people who knelt in front of him and begged for mercy, An Cheng's expression on his face did not fluctuate for a minute, at the beginning, he had already set the result for these guys.

That's ...... Die!

"Boom......"

The cold sword light flashed in the dimly lit room, the sound of begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and the prompt sound of the system sounded in An Cheng's mind, indicating that he had gained combat effectiveness.

However, these people are just ordinary people, and they only provide him with a dozen points together, and for him now, he can hardly feel the change in his strength.

After the person died, An Cheng returned to the room where the Castle Hill Gang had placed his finances.

Earlier, he said that it was not casual to let the women receive a hundred taels of silver, but that each of them would receive a hundred taels, just enough to take all the silver away.

An Cheng didn't need so much money, firstly, he couldn't take it away, and secondly, the Qingshan Gang not only had silver, but also gold.

Of course, what surprised An Cheng the most was that the Qingshan Gang still had a few low-grade spirit stones.

On the Martial Spirit Continent, martial artists cultivate and absorb the aura of heaven and earth, but this is very inefficient, if you have a spirit stone, directly absorb the aura in the spirit stone, and the cultivation speed will increase a lot.

The spirit stone is divided into upper, middle and lower grades, the higher the quality of the spirit stone, the more abundant the aura, the more pure, even the lowest grade spirit stone, is worth 100 taels of gold.

On the Wuling Continent, one tael of gold is equal to ten taels of silver, and one tael of silver is equal to 1,000 copper plates, and the purchasing power of one copper plate is roughly equal to one dollar on the earth.

In other words, a low-grade spirit stone is equivalent to a million life coins.

And this is still a theoretical price, after all, few people will exchange spirit stones for gold and silver.

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