It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

Another one.

With the first one established, the situation became more lively under the pressure of survival.

“I’m pointing the finger at Qian Ba! Last year, he killed an old man on his way to the market just to steal a donkey!”

"Liu San! He often tortures and kills hostages for his own amusement!"

"And him! He..."

The accusations rose and fell, and even when two or three people were pointing fingers at the same person, there were instances of them pointing fingers at each other and exposing each other's even more heinous acts.

If enough people point the finger and a particular crime is serious, Qing Hemiao will pull the trigger without hesitation.

He had no intention of delving into whether the accuser was innocent, nor was he capable of conducting a thorough investigation.

Each bolt of the crossbow leaves its bow, taking away one life after another.

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger.

At first, Huang Wulang and his clansmen simply watched silently, lamenting the waste of such good labor.

But as more and more details were revealed, their expressions gradually became serious.

In this way, another seven or eight people were executed one after another, and the experience was gradually gained.

Unfortunately, it never got the chance to upgrade again.

As his level increases, the amount of experience points he needs will only increase.

However, the experience provided by people of lower rank will only decrease over time.

Level 3 is a small hurdle, while Level 5 is a major dividing line.

Perhaps if we kill all the rest, we'll have a chance to level up again.

Unfortunately, the voices pointing the finger quickly faded away.

After waiting a while longer, no one spoke again.

They're not stupid; when a certain number of them die, they'll naturally figure out the rules and develop a tacit understanding.

Qinghe Miao then turned his gaze back to Huang Wulang and the Huang family soldiers surrounding him:

"Gentlemen, does anyone else recognize any of them who deserve to be executed?"

The Huang family members looked at each other, exchanged a few whispered words, and finally Huang Wulang shook his head on behalf of the family:

"Reporting to the Daoist Master, as far as we know, we don't recognize any of the remaining people."

Upon hearing this, Qinghe Miao nodded, then put down the crossbow, which had become somewhat warm in his palm, and stood up from the chair.

As he made this move, almost everyone in the room secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Huang Wulang stood to the side, solemnly cupping his hands in a respectful gesture towards Qing Hemiao, his expression complex.

"Master... your clear distinction between right and wrong is admirable. I, Huang, am truly impressed."

His words weren't entirely just polite.

After this bloody selection process, the remaining thirty-odd prisoners were chosen.

Although he was still a bandit, his crimes were relatively minor, or at least no unforgivable atrocities were found.

As part of the workforce, the psychological burden and potential risks of accepting this are much smaller.

Whether they were assigned to be fortified soldiers or forced into hard labor, it was a real supplement to Huangjiabao.

As for the distribution of spoils, only the ownership of supplies was agreed upon beforehand, and the ownership of gold and silver was not specified.

After some discussion, it was learned that Qinghe Miao was interested.

Huang Wulang readily wrapped the several heavy gold ingots and several silver ingots of good quality that he had captured in a clean piece of coarse cloth and personally handed them to Qing Hemiao.

"Master, these gold and silver items are less useful to us mountain folk than food and tools. If you ever need them while traveling the world, please accept them."

The remaining copper coins, cloth, and other miscellaneous items will be disposed of by our fortress and used to compensate the wounded and reward the soldiers. What do you think, Taoist priest?

Qinghe Miao looked at the rather heavy bag of gold and silver, and without refusing, reached out and took it.

It feels heavy in the hand, and the cool metallic feel permeates the coarse cloth.

Chapter 55 Forming a Team

"Then thank you very much, Lord Huang."

Qinghe Miao made a mental calculation.

The value of this gold and silver far exceeds the money he has spent on the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Temple and the disaster victims during this period.

Finally, I saw a return on my investment.

The previous investments, at least materially, have been recouped in this one go, and there's even a significant profit.

Seeing that Qinghe Miao had accepted the gift, Huang Wulang's smile deepened.

It's good to have what I want.

Then it's understandable, and we can still interact.

To him, it would be frightening if Qinghe Miao were truly without desires and empty of the five aggregates.

Those who are incomprehensible and outcasts are not welcome anywhere.

Next, due to the wide variety of spoils captured, including large machinery, furniture, and prisoners, it was impossible to satisfy all the demands at once.

Huang Wulang made a decisive decision, leaving behind more than twenty reliable clansmen to guard the mountain stronghold.

We'll wait until dawn to proceed with the small-scale, phased, and safe operation.

Huang Wulang, along with Qinghe Miao and some others, returned to Huangjiabao first.

Since Qinghe Miao couldn't ride a horse, everyone had to dismount and walk slowly with him.

Huang Wulang led the horse alongside him.

Turning his head, he looked at the Taoist priest beside him, who could turn the world upside down with a flick of his hand in the night, but was now somewhat silent.

"Master, with your skills, there's no need to rush to wipe out such bandits."

He considered his tone carefully before speaking:

"The New Year has just passed, and the Lantern Festival is just around the corner. Such a large-scale killing spree may disrupt the peaceful atmosphere and hinder the Taoist priest's cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Qing Hemiao snapped out of his thoughts and replied casually:

"This can be considered a good start, a very auspicious beginning."

It would be great if this kind of thing could happen more often in the future.

Huang Wulang sensed a hint of a joke in his words and smiled, but did not continue the conversation.

What he didn't know was that one of Qinghe Miao's important reasons was that he didn't have much time, as school was about to start.

Once the group returned to the vicinity of Huangjiabao, Qinghe Miao parted ways with Huang Wulang and went back to Fenglingyueying Temple on his own.

After confirming that no one was around, I exited the instance and returned home.

Sure enough, because I came back too late and my clothes were dirty, I got a long lecture.

This forced him to behave himself for a few days, spending most of his time obediently at home and dealing with his family.

Play the role of a normal student who is about to start school.

After the start of the school year, I handled high school affairs with ease.

In the world of "Bad Guys," the weather in Hebei province is gradually entering the spring planting season.

Qinghe Miao has neither the intention nor the ability to support these disaster victims.

As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

Qinghe Miao simply bought some seeds in the real world, intending to rent them to the disaster victims so they could cultivate them.

All they need to do is cooperate and properly tidy up the stream in front of the temple that has already started to thaw.

They dug irrigation ditches, then reclaimed suitable hillsides and wastelands nearby and cultivated them diligently.

They are all fertile fields that can grow grain.

At the same time, Qinghe Miao also established the Guanzhong Nunnery.

The number of openings is tentatively set at fifteen. Applicants must be physically strong, have some martial arts skills, and be reliable.

Those selected will receive a fixed monthly salary.

His usual duty is to stay in his room, but in reality, when he returns to the world of Under One Person, he is responsible for protecting the safety of the courtyard.

Occasionally, we also need to maintain order in the surrounding reclaimed areas to prevent wild animals and certain crimes.

Many people's eyes lit up when they heard the word "salary".

In these chaotic times, a stable income is like a lifeline.

It's more respectable to work as a guard at a Taoist temple.

As for cultivation and harvest.

Of all the land reclaimed, only 30% of the grain harvested in the first year must be given to the Taoist temple as a deduction for seed rental.

The remaining 70% belongs entirely to the farmers themselves.

After that, the revenue had nothing to do with Qinghe Miao anymore.

As long as you work hard, you should be able to support your family without any problems.

This plan is undoubtedly very attractive to disaster victims who have almost nothing.

While a 30% rent isn't low these days, it's by no means unreasonable, especially considering that the seeds and even the safety guarantees are provided by the Taoist temple.

More importantly, they saw hope in owning the fruits of their labor and potentially settling down in the future.

The crowd was quite excited and discussed it animatedly, with many people showing a long-lost, energetic gleam on their faces.

However, two things developed in a way that slightly exceeded Qinghe Miao's expectations.

The first thing happened after the nursing school selection was completed.

After a simple check-up and voluntary registration, fifteen relatively strong young men were selected to become the first batch of "Fenglingyueying Nursing Home".

Qinghe Miao immediately distributed part of the first month's wages, still paying in grain.

It also clarified the basic patrol and duty system.

It's pretty much the same system as the security guards.

Just as he finished registering these people—

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully forming your own team and obtaining the corresponding team leader privileges.]

Team Name: Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Nursing Home (Tentative)

Team size: 15/15

[Team Loyal to Slay the Corrupt 51]

[Team Characteristics: Hastily assembled from disaster victims, lacking training and cohesion, their morale is extremely high when facing enemies with far superior organization and strength, significantly increasing the chance of disbandment.]

[Team Trait: Individual members have a small chance of stealing or concealing loot when acting alone.]

A series of system notifications flashed through Qing Hemiao's mind, causing him to pause slightly.

He didn't expect that the game's team-up function would be retained by the system.

"Team? Loyal and decisive, Yu Jun..."

He silently studied the new information.

These are all information that appears when he does quests that require teaming up with NPCs in the game he played in his past life.

According to the game's settings, Zhongzhan Luzhan^50, which is a barely acceptable sense of belonging.

But it is clearly not secure yet.