Chapter 5 Approaching

Poof——!

Blood flew and splashed on Qin Jiang's body.

Qin Jiang moved the sickle in his hand with some surprise, and the rough sickle blade rubbed against the bones and made a sharp sound.

It went through in one go?

I'm quite powerful.

Liu Dahang turned his eyes in a daze, looked at the sickle handle exposed under his chin, and looked at Qin Jiang with doubts.

The moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the lower half of the other person's face. There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the few drops of blood splashed on his face frightened him.

The doubts faded, and his pupils shrank into needles, replaced by deep fear.

He covered his neck with both hands, as if he wanted to stop the blood from gushing out, but his body felt weak.

"You! Gululu~ Gululu~~ You! Scared~~"

The blood in his throat was squeezed out by the air exhaled from his chest, making a hissing sound like a leak.

He stretched out his hand, trying to grab Qin Jiang's clothes, and asked him why he did this.

But his arm only slightly raised and then fell weakly, his body fell unwillingly, and fell heavily to the ground, his eyes widened, staring at Qin Jiang.

Qin Jiang looked at Liu Dahang quietly, wiped the blood splashing on his face, pulled out the sickle, and stabbed it into Liu Dahang's temple again.

Liu Dahang's body twitched, and he stiffened instantly, but his eyes looked straight at Qin Jiang.

He pulled out the sickle again, and after confirming that Liu Dahang was dead, he picked up a rag and wiped the red and white blood on the blade.

He squatted down, stretched out his index finger and stained it with some blood from Liu Dahang's neck, and gently touched Liu Dahang's lips with his fingertips, leaving a touch of red.

"Drinking too much cold water is not good for your health, this is hot."

After saying that, he gently closed Liu Daqiang's eyes.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The knock on the door suddenly sounded, Qin Jiang raised his eyebrows, and directly pulled the quilt to cover Liu Dahang's body.

"Who is it?"

"Xiao Jiang, it's me, open the door."

The voice of an aunt came into the room, and before Qin Jiang got up, a middle-aged aunt poked her head out of the window.

"Huh? What's wrong?" The aunt asked in confusion, looking at the quilt scattered on the ground.

"Oh, Aunt Zhang, I was sleeping just now, and I rolled over." Qin Jiang got up quickly, walked to the door and opened it.

Aunt Zhang withdrew from the window, holding a bowl in her hand, and bursts of meaty aroma came out.

"Be careful when you sleep, here, this is the meat porridge that Li Yuanwai distributed during the meeting, it smells so good."

After saying that, she sniffed and frowned slightly, "What's the smell?"

She poked her head into the room, and could only see some blurry furniture in the dark.

Qin Jiang slightly blocked her sight, "Oh, my sister will be back in a few days, I killed a pigeon to prepare, it will be convenient to eat when the time comes."

He looked at the blood on his body, "I'm not very skilled, it's all over my body, I have to wash it later."

Aunt Wang nodded in understanding, "Xiaohong is coming back, that's fine, you go ahead."

As she said, she pushed the meat porridge in her hand to Qin Jiang's hand, "After eating the porridge, just give me the bowl tomorrow."

"Hey, thank you Aunt Zhang."

"Oh, why are you being polite, I treat you and Xiaohong as my own children. Eat quickly, don't let it get cold."

After Aunt Zhang left, Qin Jiang looked at the alley, and several families had already returned.

Put the meat porridge on the table, walked to the bed, and looked at the blood on the ground.

After hesitating for a moment, he brought in a hoe from the yard and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​throwing the body away.

He lifted the quilt, fumbled for a while, and found a few coins and some copper coins from Liu Dahang's body.

After thinking for a while, he took out a copper coin from his purse and put it into Liu Dahang's palm.

'I told you it's for you. '

He looked at the house, found an empty place and dug a small pit about one foot in diameter, then pulled Liu Dahang's body over, threw his head next to the pit, and blood flowed into the pit along his jaw.

Then he went to the water tank in the yard to get water. He had to clean the blood first, otherwise it would be difficult to clean up after it became sticky.

After about half a quarter of an hour, after finishing all this, he continued to dig along the position of the pit until he dug out a deep pit more than one person long.

He was going to throw Liu Dahang's body in immediately. Anyway, it would only be a few days at most, so it wouldn't stink.

However, when his hand grabbed the clothes of the corpse, he suddenly stopped, and then looked at the tattered linen clothes on his body. After pausing for a few seconds, he silently took off the black cloth clothes on Liu Dahang's body.

You can wear it after modifying it, but you have to wash it first.

After a while, Qin Jiang buried the naked body and flattened the soil.

He took some lime powder from outside and sprinkled it on it. After sweeping it a few times with a broom, there was almost no trace left.

He clapped his hands and nodded. He would do it for now and throw it away when he had the chance.

After doing all this, he picked up the meat porridge on the table, tasted it lightly, and his eyes lit up.

Bacon? It tastes good!

Having inherited the memory of the original owner, his body was also affected involuntarily. He almost vomited after eating dry rice for half a month, and his mouth was bland.

However, after he tasted the bacon carefully, he vomited it out suddenly.

"Puff!"

His eyes became a little cold and fierce. Well, well, well, Mr. Li is really amazing!

I said, how dare you hold a shitty Dharma Assembly in this day and age? It turns out to be this kind of stuff!

That Dharma Assembly, it seems, is not a good thing!

He walked outside, poured the meat porridge into the sewer, and then took a look at the pigeon with its wings broken.

After thinking for a moment, he took the pigeon out and went into the house.

"What a shabby place, how come so many people died? Does the government not care? Or are they all dead? They don't know how to burn them. What if there is a plague?"

Outside the Black Mountain City, two figures, one tall and one short, looked at the pile of corpses outside the Black Mountain City. Several dirty figures were digging something in the pile of corpses.

"It's okay. Yanzhou is close to Huaiguo and there are constant wars. This is normal." The tall and thin figure said hesitantly.

"Tsk, that's good. It won't be so troublesome to find it this way." The short and fat figure scratched his chin with a dagger.

"Hey~ Do you still remember what that guy looks like?" The tall and thin figure asked.

The short and fat figure licked the dagger disdainfully, and then remembered that he had just shaved his face with it, and quickly spit.

"Puff, puff, we can't fight, but what's so difficult about finding someone? That guy is pale and skinny, he must not be a rich man, let's start from the slums."

The tall and thin figure raised his head slightly, as if he suddenly realized something, "Oh~ you are so smart!"

"Humph, of course! My skills are passed down from eight generations of ancestors!"

The next morning, Qin Jiang sat in front of the door and ate roasted pigeons, wearing a black cloth that had been cut down.

The fresh air in the morning made him hungry, and he ate the roasted pigeon with meat and bones in just a few bites.

He carried the medicine basket and locked the door.

If possible, it would be better to pick more herbs today, and after collecting enough silver, he would go to the master to learn the Iron Arm Fist.

With his current strength, he can also go a little deeper into the inner circle, and he should be able to find some valuable herbs.

He went out of the door, walked out of the alley, and after thinking about it, he walked towards the south of the city. It seemed that the ceremony would be held for half a month.

He had to go over and take a look. He knew from the bowl of meat porridge that Mr. Li was not a good person. If anything unexpected happened, he would be prepared.

After walking for more than ten minutes, he passed through more than a dozen rows of buildings and came to a somewhat wide avenue.

As soon as he entered the avenue, he felt a repressive aura.

Looking around, the intersection where he was located was in the middle of the avenue. There were large crowds of people in front and behind, all kneeling to his right.

Looking at the tattered clothes they were wearing, it was known that they were people who could not even get enough food, and they were probably refugees who had just escaped.

From time to time, they raised their arms and dropped them heavily, with an expression of indescribable fanaticism, almost crazy.

Qin Jiang looked to the right. On the small buildings on both sides of the avenue stood some people wearing yellow cloth clothes, old and young, waving yellow paper pieces in their hands, looking at the crowd below with disdain and greed.

On a window sill high up, a man wore a square hat and black brocade clothes, and his body was like a meatball.

This guy is Mr. Li from the south of the city, Li Songzheng.

It is said that he also has many businesses in the inner city, but for some reason he has always lived in the south of the city.

At this time, he was sitting comfortably in a rocking chair, squinting his eyes and sipping tea.

Retracting his gaze, looking past the kneeling crowd, there was a huge altar, which was carried forward by a dozen strong men in yellow and red vests, and the kneeling crowd also moved back little by little.