I feel so good after dressing up as a peasant girl

"There are eight left." Gu Wenxuan counted silently in her mind while continuing her assassination journey.

The eight bandits, whose companions had already died for the most part, did not notice anything wrong. Instead, two of the escorts at the foot of the mountain raised their heads to glance at where they were hiding.

Gu Wenxuan had always been careful to hide her figure, so the other party did not see any figure, but it was obvious that they noticed the subtle noises made by Gu Wenxuan when she killed people.

But just as Gu Wenxuan had speculated before, they did not go up the mountain to investigate just because they noticed something unusual here.

The escorts hired by the caravan are only responsible for protecting the caravan's people and goods. They will be curious about what happened on the mountain, but they will not act on their own or create trouble because of their curiosity.

Amid the noises made by the caravan's march, Gu Wenxuan quickly killed the remaining eight bandits.

The eight bandits never knew until their death that their bandit group of more than 30 people was completely wiped out by Gu Wenxuan in less than a cup of tea.

Using the clothes of the last bandit to wipe the blood off the hatchet, Gu Wenxuan began to touch the corpse skillfully.

Bai Jingzhou, who had been paying attention to the battle here, saw this and hurried over with their things, "I'll do it, you take a rest."

Although Gu Wenxuan did not need to rest right now, she still let Bai Jingzhou do the job of searching the corpse. She sat quietly under the tree, using her keen five senses to monitor her surroundings.

After Bai Jingzhou collected all the money from the thirty or so bandits, Gu Wenxuan stood up and dug a deep pit with Bai Jingzhou.

They first spread a thick layer of quicklime that they bought last night on the bottom of the pit, and then threw the bodies of more than 30 bandits into it.

After throwing them all away, Bai Jingzhou sprinkled a thick layer of quicklime on top of and on both sides of the stacked corpses.

After spreading it, he threw the empty bag into the big pit. "Based on this usage, the more than 100 kilograms of slaked lime we bought can only be used once at most."

Gu Wenxuan replied indifferently while digging soil from the deep pit, "It's enough for this time, we can buy more next time."

She is strong, even if she carries 300 kilograms of slaked lime, she can still run, climb mountains, and fight normally, but she doesn't need to hoard this stuff, right? It's not a rare thing that is difficult to buy.

Bai Jingzhou sighed, "We take care of both the killing and the selling. Our level of 'service' is second to none."

Gu Wenxuan smiled, "We are not wasting our time on this for the sake of a dead person."

She was afraid that too many corpses piled together would pollute the water source and cause a plague, so she not only chose a place far away from water sources and people to dig a pit to bury the bodies, but also placed a large amount of quicklime in the pit.

"Let's go to these guys' lair." She carried the backpack with about fifty kilograms of quicklime left, and picked up her wooden stick, bow and arrow, hatchet and other weapons.

"Okay." Bai Jingzhou nodded and carried his light backpack.

The two men hid their bodies under the trees and weeds in the forest and headed straight for the location of the stronghold that Bai Jingzhou had investigated.

At this time in the mountain village, the chief and several other chiefs were gathered together, saying bad things about the one-eyed middle-aged man who had died.

Unlike the previous situation when they were wandering around and needed the one-eyed middle-aged man to charge into battle, now they are no longer refugees, but bandits who occupy the mountains and become bandits, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and bullying the good and fearing the evil.

Nowadays, they only target weak targets when robbing, and there is no need to risk their lives in a fight.

In this case, the one-eyed middle-aged man was naturally not that important to them.

The opponent's ruthlessness was no longer useful, and every time he went out to rob, he gained little, which was far from comparable to the rich results achieved when the other leaders led the team.

However, because he was one of the leaders of the village, he was treated almost the same as them. As time went on, the other leaders naturally felt aggrieved.

As for the boss, he actually doesn't want so many so-called "brothers" to be on an equal footing with him by relying on their seniority.

The other heads of the clan excluded the one-eyed middle-aged man, which was exactly what the head of the clan wanted. He looked embarrassed, but he was already very happy in his heart.

Not only did he find the one-eyed middle-aged man an eyesore, he also wanted the other leaders to disappear equally. From then on, he would hold all the power and become the only leader of the village.

Originally, he dared to keep this idea to himself, but now the other bosses have joined hands and want to exclude the one-eyed middle-aged man from the "boss" circle. This is simply like someone giving him a pillow when he is sleepy!

A vicious plan quickly emerged in the boss' mind, and he decided that he would secretly reveal to the one-eyed middle-aged man the plans of the other bosses against him!

The one-eyed middle-aged man is not a good person. If he knew that his "good brothers" actually wanted to destroy his rights and kick him out of the privileged circle of "the boss", the boss can guarantee that he will take the initiative and kill those guys who pose a threat to him with violence.

A person like this who kills people at the slightest disagreement will definitely take advantage of him at the beginning, but the other leaders will definitely not just sit there and wait to be killed after their lives are threatened.

The boss estimated that in the end, the matter would most likely end with the one-eyed middle-aged man dragging another or even two bosses to die together.

Then he just needs to give a little push from the side...

The boss was just thinking about it when one of his trusted subordinates who was in charge of guarding the warehouse of the mountain stronghold suddenly ran in with a panicked look on his face.

"Boss, Boss, something bad has happened." The man gasped and reported, "The warehouse is on fire, we..."

Before he could finish his words, several bosses, including the eldest boss, had already rushed out.

While running towards the warehouse, the boss yelled to his trusted subordinate who followed him out late, "Quick! Gather all the brothers in the village to go to the warehouse to put out the fire!"

All the property they robbed, except for a small part that they had squandered, was basically stored in those warehouses.

The warehouse caught fire, and the grain, cloth, medicinal materials, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain... wouldn't all of these things be destroyed?

What would they eat, wear, and take to the foot of the mountain to exchange for more food, cloth, salt, and silver?

This matter concerned everyone's vital interests, and the other heads were no less anxious than the big boss. They picked up wooden barrels and basins that they encountered along the way, and helped the big boss to shout for people to come and put out the fire.