Sima Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and severe pain swept through his body like a tide, making his facial features distorted.
The vitality of a blood-transformed warrior is much stronger than that of ordinary people.
But at this time, he hated his own powerful vitality so much that he could not die even though he was about to die.
"Ah~"
In the night jungle, hearing Sima Yang's screams, the invisible gangsters finally collapsed and fled.
Until this moment, they didn't even see who their enemy was or where they were.
But he didn't care at all. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to look back.
"Chop suey!"
Sima Yang lowered his head and roared: "Kill me if you dare!"
call!
Yang Yu retracted his palm and let the blood fall from his arm:
"Half a year ago, did you intercept and kill a group of official officers from Black Mountain City?"
Although the physical vitality of the blood-changing warrior is beyond that of ordinary people, if he does not want to kill, even if he has the body of a dragon and an elephant, he will not be able to survive for a moment if his heart is exploded.
The only reason I held back was of course for the old man.
"Hahaha."
Sima Yang smiled miserably and raised his head, ferocious and ferocious:
"Grandpa killed so many officials, how can I remember it so clearly? What, your father was killed by me? Ah!"
With a casual blow, Sima Yang was knocked to his knees on the ground. Yang Yu's expression was cold:
"The night is long, we have plenty of time, let's talk slowly!"
…
…
The sun rises in the east and the sky becomes brighter.
By the time Yang Yu returned to Dulong Town, Zhao Qing and others had also returned. The blood on their bodies was still wet, and the smell of killing remained.
"Sima Yang?"
Zhao Qing was quite surprised when he saw Yang Prison walking into the restaurant:
"You guys are very lucky. They were scattered in more than ten directions, but you caught the biggest one?"
"The big leader..."
In the corner of the restaurant, several bloodstained gangsters shook their bodies and let out whines.
"Incredible."
The other Jin Yiwei were also amazed.
At night on the mountain road, more than a dozen gangsters scattered and fled. Although they had some harvests, they failed to catch any big fish.
A dozen people gathered together and only four leaders of the Poison Dragon Village were captured.
Unexpectedly, Yang Yu actually captured Sima Yang, which was such good luck.
"It's just luck."
Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
This is not his luck.
"What you did is too dark. Hurry, put some medicine on him and don't let him die."
Seeing Sima Yang's breath disappearing, Zhao Qing shook his head repeatedly and ordered his subordinates to take medicine for him and hang on to his life.
"I have obtained a medium level martial arts."
Several Jin Yiwei were envious.
Sima Yang is a big fish. Almost all of them went for Sima Yang last night.
Unfortunately, the terrain was complicated and the sky was dark, so it was difficult for them to tell which bandit group in the mountain was Sima Yang.
After chatting with several Jin Yiwei for a while and asking the shopkeeper huddled in the corner to boil some hot water, Yang Prison returned to the room with a tired look on his face.
"Old man..."
After closing the door, the tiredness on Yang Yu's face faded, and sadness flashed in his eyes.
Sima Yang's bones were hard enough, but he still pried his mouth open.
It's just that although he got a lot of other valuable information, he didn't ask what he wanted to know most.
As the leader of Dulong Village, Sima Yang rarely led people down the mountain to plunder.
He vaguely remembered that a leader led a team to intercept and kill a team of official officers at Pinglong Mountain half a year ago, but that was all.
He didn't know exactly which cliff he would visit or on which day.
"Guest sir..."
The waiter opened the door and came in with hot water. He nodded and bowed to pour the hot water and set out the food and wine.
Just as he was about to retreat, Yang Yu called him to stop him again.
"Guest officer?"
The waiter shuddered and smiled with a smile on his face.
"Second brother, do you remember that another group of officers escorting prisoners passed by half a year ago?"
Yang Yu took off his blood-stained coat, took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the waiter.
By the way, describe the appearance of Wang Fobao and the old man for him.
"this…"
The waiter took the silver, and his fear suddenly disappeared. He thought hard:
"Our village is the only way to go to Qingzhou, and there are quite a few officials escorting prisoners. According to what you said, is the surname of the leading arrester Wang?"
"good!"
Yang Yu's eyes brightened slightly.
"I only heard that they were being targeted. I don't know much about the rest."
The waiter replied with some anxiety:
"Actually, if the officials passing by do not pay the full amount of money, they will most likely be targeted. Moreover, even if they do pay, many of them will still be targeted..."
"so…"
Yang Yu was not disappointed, and just asked the waiter to find someone who was familiar with the nearby mountain roads, mainly 'Pinglong Mountain'.
Then start changing your clothes.
After a night of killing, his spirit was highly tense. Although he had a near miss, he was still mentally exhausted. After several fights, his body also suffered some hidden injuries.
Soaked in the hot water, Yang Yu closed his eyes slightly and thought about the previous interrogation.
Sima Yang has not been entrenched in Nanshan for a long time, but the forces behind him are deeply intertwined. There are people from the families of the three nearby prefectures and even Qingzhou.
The purpose is the black iron ore in Nanshan Mountain.
The value of black iron is ten times that of gold, and the other associated metals are also extremely valuable. Nanshan is extremely valuable in the eyes of some people.
It's just that the forests in Nanshan are densely populated, and there are many miasmas and poisonous fogs. Not to mention large-scale mining, even small-scale excavation will be accompanied by huge casualties.
Because of this, Qingzhou Prefectural Government and Qingzhou Army gave up here.
But this is not a problem for these bandits in Dulong Village. They don't care about casualties at all.
"According to Sima Yang, there are at least a dozen refugees who have been transporting refugees to Nanshan every year during these years... ranging from hundreds to thousands.
By the way, replace it with precious metals like black iron."
Yang Yu's eyes flickered.
The miasma in Nanshan is extremely ferocious. Even if a blood-replaced warrior is infected, his internal organs will rot and die within a few years. Ordinary people will die if they enter.
Not to mention these sallow and skinny refugees, even normal people would probably not survive more than half a year.
And Sima Yang readily confessed the people behind it, but he would rather die than reveal the specific identities of those forces for what he knew very well.
Da da da~
After the bath change, while Yang Yu was taking the elixir and meditating, there was a knock on the door again.
The voice of a Jin Yiwei sounded from outside the door:
"Brother Yang, Master Baihu calls you down."
"good."
Yang Yu tidied up a little, then went downstairs with his long bow.
In the hall, Cao Jinlie was sitting upright, the waiter and the shopkeeper were busy, and a large table full of various kinds of wine and meat was placed.
Everyone sat down.
"Ling the thieves out of the mountain and capturing the culprit. This is a great achievement for you."
Cao Jinlie raised his glass.
"You're welcome, sir."
Yang Prison picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Liquor in the Ming Dynasty was divided into white and yellow. The good wine for Gongqing was mostly rice wine, while white wine was inferior and was mostly consumed by ordinary people.
But for Yang Yu, this is more like a drink, and there is no overpowering.
"good!"
Everyone applauded.
Drinks are often the best way to build relationships between people. After drinking the previous time, everyone became colleagues. After drinking this time, the relationship is much closer.
A burst of light mingled with each other.
Cao Jinlie got down to business:
"These gangsters are not secretive. Lin An has already asked about the location of Poison Dragon Village and the laws of the rise and fall of Poison Miasma..."
"Sir, do you want to capture Poison Dragon Village?"
Zhao Qing put down his wine glass:
"Without the protection of miasma, Poison Dragon Stronghold is nothing. What's the point of just capturing Poison Dragon Stronghold?"
"These bandits are not good at martial arts, but they are very good at escaping. It will be easy for us to capture Dulong Village, but as soon as we leave, they will come back, which will not help..."
The other Jin Yiwei are not very optimistic either.
The difficulty in suppressing bandits is not to conquer the fortress but to 'suppress' it, but this is the most difficult thing for them.
The Nanshan Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and are densely forested and covered with vegetation and animals. If you want to surround them, you will have to spend a lot of manpower and time.
Just a few of them would be too exhausted to even try to eradicate the root cause.
Of course, there was something more important that they had not mentioned in their tacit agreement.
That is, the leader of the thieves, Sima Yang, was caught, and the rest of the small fish and shrimps were tasteless to them.
They don't lack money, they only lack elixirs and martial arts.
Especially martial arts.
To capture Sima Yang in Jinyiwei, all six gates can be exchanged for a medium-level martial arts, but other small fish and shrimps are only worth a low-level martial arts.
They don't have six doors, so they really don't like this thing.
'These little brats really don't let go of eagles when they see rabbits.'
Cao Jinlie cursed in his heart and glanced at Lin An.
Lin An could only say:
"Everyone, I forgot to tell you. There is black iron in this mountain! It's not illusory black iron ore, but smelted black iron!"
"Xuantie?"
Several Jinyi guards looked at each other, a little moved.
Dark iron is not only the best material for making weapons, it is also a hard currency more valuable than gold.
The value is indeed much better than those small shrimps in the cottage.
but……
Seeing a few people still hesitant, Lin An said again:
"According to what these bandits said, the black iron and the money combined are enough for us to have a ten-refined black iron weapon!"
"What kind of black iron is not black iron? Listen to Lord Baihu!"
Jin Yiwei responded, and the others also responded one after another.
Only Yang Yu did not respond, just twirling his wine glass and thinking about his own affairs.
"Yang Prison, what's your opinion?"
Cao Jinlie looked at him.
"I won't go."
Yang Yu shook his head slightly and refused: "The commander has secretly ordered me to report to Qingzhou as soon as possible. Count the days and I can't do any more delay."
"You guys don't lack this black iron weapon, so let it be up to you!"
Cao Jinlie didn't force it either.
He also knew that this boy had gained a lot along the way, and the Ten Refiners of Black Iron could not attract him. Fortunately, he just asked casually.
After all, Yang Prison is not under his jurisdiction either.
Cao Jinlie acted vigorously and resolutely. Once he decided on the main position, he left without any delay and led a group of royal guards.
"Remember to look for me when you get to Qingzhou."
Lin An patted Yang Yu's shoulder, winked, and walked out the door with a smile.
"Complain!"
After watching everyone go away, Yang Yu suddenly remembered.
These little guys are eating and drinking so much that they haven’t even been paid yet...