Outside the bedroom was another small room, like a sitting room. Descending a few stone steps from the small living room led to a circular corridor, and below the corridor was a large platform.
At first glance, the entire mountain seemed to have been hollowed out, but the builders were clever, leaving large stone pillars, about four to five people in circumference, at intervals, similar to modern load-bearing walls. A few people hid behind one of these pillars, looking down.
Torches were everywhere on the platform, illuminating the entire cave. At this moment, the bandits were gathered together, as if discussing something.
"Brother, how can we just let those people leave Songlin County? Let's kill them all!"
"Brother, we lost more than forty brothers. We can't just let this go."
"Brother, we can't let those brothers die in vain!"
...
The young bandits shouted indignantly, their demeanor suggesting they were ready to rush out for a big fight.
"Enough!" Song Biao shouted displeasedly. Already injured, and having indulged himself just now, his voice was somewhat weak.
"Brother Biao, your health is important. Don't get upset!" a woman cooed, gently stroking his chest with her jade-like hand.
"Get aside!" Song Biao pushed the woman away and then looked at his brothers below.
Song Biao smashed the wine pot in his hand onto the ground. "They are my brothers too. Do you think I don't want revenge? Those people include peak masters and exquisite hidden weapons. If we rashly seek revenge, I'm afraid even you will be lost!"
"If we can't do it openly, let's do it secretly. Poison them."
"Yes, let's set a fire and burn them to death while they rest!"
Seeing the people below start arguing again, a scholar-like man stood out, shaking his head. "Everyone, please calm down! This matter requires careful consideration. It's not too late to discuss it after the second and third in command return!"
"Careful consideration, and when will that be? It's not your brothers who died, so you're not worried! They killed my own younger brother, and I must kill them myself to avenge my brother!"
"Yes! Revenge..."
"Revenge..."
"If I see them, I will definitely..."
"Boom!" A clap of thunder suddenly echoed in the hall, startling everyone, who scattered.
Song Biao himself dived behind the chieftain's chair. He was too familiar with this sound! He hadn't slept soundly for the past two days, his dreams filled with scenes of lightning and thunder.
Several figures leaped down from upstairs. The bandits present exchanged bewildered glances. Who were these people? How did they get in?
Song Biao peeked out from behind the chair and immediately saw Leng Ren, his expression one of utter shock. How was this possible? How was this person still alive? He had been seriously injured and shouldn't have been able to survive, let alone recover so quickly!
"Who are you people? How dare you trespass into our Fierce Tiger Stockade! I think you are tired of living!" The speaker was the man who had just declared he would avenge his brother.
Lao San twisted his wrists, looking provocatively at him. "Didn't you just say you wanted to avenge your brother? Now your grandfathers are right in front of you. What are you waiting for, my good grandson?"
"It's you! You chose the path to hell when heaven's gate was open. Today, I will ensure you never return!" Enemies meeting in battle, their eyes burned with hatred.
The man roared and leaped out, charging directly at Lao San. The others also rushed towards Lu Yuzhi and his group, and soon the hall was filled with fierce fighting.
It wasn't that no one charged at Su Muqing, but those who did were subtly pushed by her to other locations. She pretended to be unskilled in martial arts, constantly observing Song Biao. This villain must die by her hands!
Seeing that his brothers had left a small figure for him, Song Biao felt a touch of gratitude. They were truly good brothers, considerate of his unhealed injuries.
This scrawny fellow, could he even withstand a kick from him? Song Biao suddenly stood up, grabbed a large saber beside him, and kicked towards Su Muqing.
Su Muqing happened to want to test if she could control her internal energy, and someone had come to offer themselves as a sparring partner. So, she also mobilized her internal energy and raised her foot to meet him.
A clear cracking sound of bone breaking rang out. Song Biao was sent flying back, crashing into a stone pillar. His shoulder blade was shattered.
Su Muqing walked over, lifted him, and then threw him out again. Song Biao felt like crying. How could such a small person possess such immense strength?
The other bandits were almost all dealt with by Lu Yuzhi and his group. Seeing that Su Muqing was enjoying herself, they did not interfere, watching from the side as she beat up the bandit leader.
By the time Song Biao was on his last breath, Su Muqing finally stopped torturing him. He was now bruised and swollen, and most of the bones in his body were shattered.
Seeing Su Muqing reach out, Song Biao thought she was going to hit him again. He actually started crying, "No... no... don't... hit... me..."
Su Muqing reached out and used a healing spell to invigorate Song Biao. Then, she brushed a strand of hair from her ear and asked him in a gentle tone, "Where is the treasury?"
"West... west side." After being treated by the healing spell, Song Biao felt much more comfortable. Hearing a soft voice asking him a question, he answered vaguely.
After Song Biao revealed the location, Su Muqing turned and left. Before leaving, she said to Leng Ren, "Brother Leng Ren, I've boosted his energy, so he won't die for now. It's your turn to seek revenge. But he can only die by my hand in the end. Understand?"
Leng Ren smiled shyly and then nodded. "Understood!"
After Su Muqing disappeared from their sight, Leng Ren, who had appeared as a shy boy just moments before, seemed to transform.
He took out a small curved knife from his chest, gently scraping its blade with his thumb. Then, step by step, at an extremely slow pace, he walked towards Song Biao...
Song Biao looked at the man not far away, who was approaching him with a somber expression, and gritted his teeth against the pain as he slowly crawled backward. "No... don't, you, please, let me go."
Leng Ren ignored his pleas, a cruel smile spreading across his face. He crouched down, raised his knife, and brought it down.
"Ah~" In the hall strewn with corpses, piercing screams erupted one after another.
Su Muqing walked west towards the rooms. Midway, she seemed to hear the weeping of a group of women from a stone chamber.
She turned and walked in the direction of the crying. Upon seeing the scene before her, her heart couldn't help but be filled with rage.
Twenty to thirty women were confined in cages like animals. All of them were indecently exposed, only able to hold their legs with their hands, slightly covering their private parts.