Holy body, start with the Five Animal Exercises.

Chapter 5 Approaching
puff--!
Blood spurted out and splashed onto Qin Jiang's body.

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

Put it on in no time?

I’m so strong that bricks can fly. I’m pretty awesome.

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

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

The doubts faded, and the pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, replaced by deep fear.

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

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

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

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

But his arm only rose slightly before falling weakly, his body fell unwillingly, and fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring at Qin Jiang.

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

Liu Dahang's body twitched and suddenly stiffened, but his eyes were staring straight at Qin Jiang.

He drew out the sickle again, and after making sure Liu Dahang was dead, he picked up a rag and wiped the red and white blood off the blade.

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

"Drinking too much cold water is bad for your health. This is hot."

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

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a sudden knock on the door. Qin Jiang raised his eyebrows and pulled the quilt off to cover Liu Dahang's body.

"Who?"

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

An aunt's voice came into the room, and before Qin Jiang got up, a middle-aged aunt stuck her head out of the window.

"Huh? What happened?" the aunt asked puzzledly, looking at the quilt scattered on the ground.

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

Aunt Zhang moved back from the window, holding a bowl in her hand, from which wafted the aroma of meat.

"Don't be careful when sleeping. Here, this is the meat porridge that Mr. Li gave out during the meeting. It's delicious."

After she finished speaking, she sniffed and frowned slightly, "What's that smell?"

She peered into the room and could only make out some blurry furniture in the darkness.

Qin Jiang slightly blocked her view and said, "Oh, my sister will be back in the next few days. I will kill a pigeon and prepare it so that it will be convenient for us to eat when the time comes."

He looked at the blood on his body and said, "I'm not very skilled. I got it all over me. I'll have to wash it off later."

Aunt Wang nodded in understanding, "Xiao Hong is coming back, OK, you go ahead and get busy."

As she said that, she pushed the meat porridge in her hand to Qin Jiang and said, "After you finish the porridge, just give me the bowl tomorrow."

"Hey, thank you, Aunt Zhang."

"Oh, don't be polite. I treat you and Xiaohong as my own children. Eat quickly before they get cold."

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

He put the meat porridge in his hand on the table, walked to the bed and looked at the bloodstains on the ground.

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

He lifted the quilt and searched for a while before finding some silver and copper coins on 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.'

He looked around the house, found an empty space and dug a small hole about one foot in diameter. Then he pulled Liu Dahang's body over and threw his head next to the hole. The blood flowed down his jaw into the hole.

Afterwards he went to fetch water from the water tank in the yard. He had to clean up the bloodstains first, otherwise it would be difficult to clean up after it became sticky.

After about half an hour, he continued to dig along the small pit until he dug out a deep pit more than one person long. He was going to throw Liu Dahang's body into it immediately. After all, it would only be there for a few days at most and it wouldn't stink.

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

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

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

I took some lime powder from outside and sprinkled it on it, then swept it a few times with a broom and there was almost no trace left.

Clapping his hands, he nodded and said that he would leave it like this for now and throw it away when he had the chance.

After doing all this, he picked up the meat porridge on the table, took a sip, and his eyes lit up.

Bacon? It tastes good!
Having inherited the memories of the original owner, his body was involuntarily affected. In the past half month, he almost vomited after eating dry rice, and his mouth was dry as a bird.

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

"puff!"

His eyes became somewhat cold and stern. Well, well, what a great Mr. Li! He is really amazing!
I was wondering, how dare people hold such a crappy ceremony these days, it turns out to be this kind of crap!
It seems that that Dharma Assembly 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 brought it into the house.

"What kind of rotten place is this? How did so many people die? Does the government not care? Or are they all dead? They don't even know how to burn it down. What if there's a plague?"

Outside the Black Mountain City, two figures, one tall and one short, were looking at the pile of corpses outside the city. Several dirty figures were rummaging around in the pile of corpses.

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

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

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

The short and fat figure licked the dagger with disdain, then remembered that he had just shaved his face with it, and spat at it.

"Puff, puff, puff. We can't fight, but how hard is it to find someone? That guy looks pale and skinny, he must not be a rich man. Let's start by looking in the slums."

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

"Humph, of course! My skills have been passed down for eight generations!"

The next morning, Qin Jiang was sitting in front of the door, eating a roasted pigeon, wearing a black cloth shirt that had been altered to be too small.

The fresh air in the early morning whetted his appetite, and he ate all the roasted pigeon, including the meat and bones, in just a few bites.

Carrying the medicine basket, he locked the door.

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

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

He walked out of the door and out of the alley. After thinking for a while, he walked towards the south of the city. It seemed that the ceremony would last for half a month.

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

After walking for more than ten minutes, passing through more than ten rows of buildings, we came to a somewhat wide avenue.

As soon as he stepped into the avenue, he felt a depressing aura.

Looking around, he was at the intersection in the middle of the avenue, with large crowds of people crowded in front, behind and on both sides, all kneeling to his right.

Looking at the tattered clothes they were wearing, you could tell that they were people who couldn’t even get enough food to eat, and they were most likely refugees who had just escaped.

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

Qin Jiang looked to the right and saw some people wearing yellow cloth clothes, young and old, standing on the small buildings on both sides of the avenue. They kept waving yellow papers in their hands and looked at the crowd below with disdain and greed.

On a high window sill, there was a man wearing a square hat and a black brocade robe, his body shaped like a meatball.

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

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

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

Looking away, beyond the kneeling crowd, there was a huge platform being carried forward by a dozen strong men in yellow and red vests, and the kneeling crowd was also moving backwards little by little.

(End of this chapter)