Over a million taels of silver was no small sum. Yet neither Wen Qingkong nor Tang Yuanlou lost their heads over it.
Wen Qingkong carefully inspected it and confirmed that all the silver was here. He looked at Tang Yuanlou. "Brother Tang, do you have a way to handle it?"
This world had no items like spatial storage rings. Over a million taels of silver filled more than ten carriages and required both manpower and space to deal with.
Tang Yuanlou laughed heartily. "Little Brother Wen, don't worry. I've spent so long in Mingzhou City, so I can still handle something like this."
As he spoke, he lit a firework. It exploded in the sky, its report echoing across the surrounding fields.
"Wait a while."
Tang Yuanlou took off his bloodstained night attire, casually picked a Blackstone assassin whose clothes were clean, stripped him of them, and put them on. They were a little tight, but wearable enough.
Wen Qingkong dragged the corpses together one by one and dug a pit to bury them.
He especially noted the location of White Lotus Sect Elder Ning Bukong's corpse, intending to return at night to loot it—no, to sew it up, perform a great deed, and reap a good reward.
After changing clothes, Tang Yuanlou came over to help Wen Qingkong.
As he dug, he said, "If only we had the Holy Church's Corpse Dissolving Fluid. With so many corpses, just one small bottle would melt them all away without leaving any clues."
"It would also save us the effort of digging a pit and burying them here."
Tang Yuanlou's words caught Wen Qingkong's attention. "There's something that useful?"
There were so many corpses that handling them was truly troublesome. Corpse Dissolving Fluid would settle everything at once; it really was convenient.