Just as the words escaped the mouths of two Qinghe Gang members, a sharp dagger pierced their chests in succession, and within moments, both were lifeless. Zhang He, having finished all this, sat down heavily on the ground, his chest heaving violently, heart racing. He looked at his blood-soaked hands, momentarily dazed. In his mind, an echo kept ringing. "I killed Qinghe Gang members, I killed Qinghe Gang members..." For commoners, the Qinghe Gang was more feared than the Government Office. "What, lost your spirit after killing two people?" Chen Mo found the "Cyan Turtle" next to the dead beautiful woman. His intuition told him that this turtle might just be the "Purple Sun Turtle." "No... No." Zhang He hurriedly stood up. "Then don’t just stand there, search each one, and take all the money and valuables from them. This isn’t a place to linger, so leave quickly once you’re done." Chen Mo dumped the fish from the wooden bucket, packed up the "Purple Sun Turtle," and then started looking for the money box. Since this group was heading back to the city, they would definitely be carrying a money box. Newest update provıded by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 And he felt no guilt for killing them. The Qinghe Gang was no righteous group that robbed the rich to aid the poor, it dealt in businesses that oppressed the common folk, making them fully deserving of being called villains. Upon hearing Chen Mo’s words, Zhang He quickly began searching the bodies one by one. He was especially meticulous and thorough when rummaging through the beautiful woman’s corpse. Chen Mo found the overturned money box in the cart used for transporting goods, which had been flipped over in the back. The money box was made of wood, about one meter high, thirty centimeters long and twenty centimeters wide at the base. Quite a few copper coins had spilled out, but fortunately, the box wasn’t broken. Chen Mo picked up all the scattered copper coins and put them back in, hefting it up; it was dead heavy. Zhang He also harvested a good haul, stripping a piece of clothing off a corpse to wrap all the scavenged money and valuables in it. "Are you done searching?" Chen Mo walked over with a money box in one hand and a Tang Blade in the other. Zhang He nodded and then smiled as he pulled out a jade bracelet from his pocket and tossed it to Chen Mo, saying, "This was on that woman. I thought it looked nice, Brother Mo, you can give it to Mrs. Han." Chen Mo’s face turned black. Giving something from a dead person to a living person, wasn’t that unlucky? But since it was a kind gesture from Zhang He, Chen Mo just accepted it without saying anything and put it away, saying, "If everything’s settled, let’s leave quickly." "Brother Mo, what about the horses?" Zhang He had recovered from his previous shock, eyeing the two horses greedily. "The horses have Qinghe Gang’s brand on their rumps, we can’t take them." Chen Mo said. "Brother Mo, we could slaughter them for meat." Zhang He suggested excitedly. "Can you even carry them after slaughtering?" Chen Mo had considered taking the horses too, but they would be trouble. With something this big happening, the Qinghe Gang would unleash a furious investigation. If he dared to take the live horses, the Qinghe Gang could easily track them. And if they slaughter the horses for transport back as meat. Firstly, while Chen Mo was strong and could carry the money box and the Purple Sun Turtle, he only had two hands and couldn’t bring everything at once. Moreover, the target was too big, and if villagers spotted them, news might leak, causing trouble. Secondly, if they made several trips, the risk was too high; if they encountered someone on the way, they’d have to silence them. Thirdly, if the Qinghe Gang searched the village and discovered horse meat, they wouldn’t have an explanation, given that so much horse meat couldn’t be consumed in one or two days. Of course, they could kill the horses, bury the meat in a pit, and wait for the commotion to pass before bringing it back. But who knows how long that would take and there’d still be risks. Therefore, one shouldn’t be too greedy, knowing when to stop is best. But they could choose a few fish to take with them. Chen Mo cut the rope connecting the frame to the horse’s back, letting both horses run off, which could mislead the Qinghe Gang’s investigation. Then he had Zhang He choose a few plump fish to bring along, and they left the place. After leaving, they didn’t head straight back to Fu Ze Village, but instead took a detour, and after simply dealing with their footprints, they returned to Fu Ze Village. Chen Mo watched the heavy snow falling from the sky, knowing that in an hour, all traces would be buried. Once at Fu Ze Village, they did not return directly to the village, but went to Wang Xi’s house on the east end of the village. After Wang Xi died, his house was vacant. After going inside, they closed the doors and windows. Zhang He panted heavily, feeling that what had just happened was too thrilling. After a short while, Chen Mo began to examine the loot they had "earned." He dumped the money from the money box onto Wang Xi’s bed, the coins clattering out, piling up like little mountains. Zhang He swallowed a gulp of saliva, "Brother Mo, we’re... we’re rich." How much money was this? Zhang He also checked his own haul. Mostly copper coins and some broken silver, totaling less than three taels. But that was quite a fortune nonetheless. This... in this life, it was his first time seeing so much money. Counting them one by one would be too much work given the volume. He could only rely on the weight to guess; the box was not full, and it was lighter than the black bear he had hunted, about four hundred jin. And one cent was about three grams. Which equaled more than sixty thousand coins, equating to over sixty taels. Over sixty taels may not sound like much, but for an ordinary person, it was astronomical. With this fortune, Chen Mo need not worry about cultivation for a short term. Chen Mo’s gaze turned to Zhang He, saying, "This matter, the heavens know, the earth knows, you know, and I know, do I need to say more, you should understand all this, right?" Zhang He shivered from Chen Mo’s gaze and said, "Brother Mo, rest assured, I won’t tell anyone, even family." Zhang He dared not speak, after all, he also had a part in this. If the news leaked, the Qinghe Gang wouldn’t spare him, nor would Chen Mo. Unless he no longer wanted to live. "Understand, just don’t take this money home and show it off to your family, just take two fish back." Chen Mo advised. Zhang He nodded, "I’ll follow Brother Mo." He handed over all his spoils to Chen Mo, saying, "Brother Mo, you take it, I just need a bite to eat, I don’t want the money." Chen Mo looked at him, "Alright, if you need money, come to me." This money, Chen Mo didn’t plan to take home either; he intended to bury it outside the village. Of course, he wasn’t going to tell Zhang He this. He’d keep the burial location to himself. He let Zhang He go first. Half an hour later, he finally returned home, swaying with a wooden bucket full of fish on top.