Chapter 5 Approaching
Poof——!
The blood flew and splashed onto Qin Jiang’s body.
Qin Jiang moved the sickle in his hand in surprise. The rough sickle blade made a sharp sound when it rubbed against the bones.
Wear it right away?
I'm pretty good at it.
Liu Dahang rolled his eyes in a daze, looking at the sickle handle exposed under his chin, and looked at Qin Jiang with doubts in his eyes.
The moonlight shone in from 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 tremble.
The doubts subsided, and the pupils shrank to pinpoints, replaced by thick fear.
He covered his neck with both hands, as if trying to block the gushing blood, but his body felt weak.
"You! Gulu~Gulu~~You! Scared~~"
The blood in the throat was squeezed out by the air exhaled from the chest, making a hissing sound like air leakage.
He stretched out his hand, trying to grab Qin Jiang's clothes, and asked him why he did this.
But his arms were only raised slightly and then fell down weakly. His body fell unwillingly and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes widened and he stared at Qin Jiang.
Qin Jiang looked at Liu Dahang quietly, wiped the blood spatter on his face, took out the sickle, and plunged it into Liu Dahang's temple.
Liu Dahang's body twitched and suddenly stiffened, but his eyes looked straight at Qin Jiang.
Pull out the sickle again, confirm that Liu Dahang is dead, and pick up the rag to wipe off the red and white blood on the blade.
Squatting down, he stretched out his index finger to smear some blood from Liu Dahang's neck, and gently touched Liu Dahang's lips with his fingertips, leaving a trace of bright 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!"
A knock on the door suddenly sounded. Qin Jiang raised his eyebrows, pulled off the quilt and covered Liu Dahang's body.
“Who is it?”
“Xiao Jiang, it’s me, open the door.”
An aunt’s voice came into the room, and before Qin Jiang could get up, an The middle-aged aunt stuck her head out of the window.
"Huh? What's wrong?" the aunt asked doubtfully, looking at the quilt scattered on the ground.
"Oh, Aunt Zhang, I was sleeping just now and rolled over." Qin Jiang stood up quickly, walked to the door and opened it.
Aunt Zhang withdrew from the window, holding a bowl in her hand, which smelled of meat.
"Be careful when you sleep. Here, this is the meat porridge that Mr. Li gave out during the meeting. It's delicious."
After saying that, she sniffed and frowned slightly. "What smell is this?"
She poked her head into the room and could only see some vague furniture in the darkness.
Qin Jiang blocked her view slightly, "Oh, my sister is coming back in the next few days. I will kill a pigeon to prepare it so that we can eat it when the time comes."
He looked at the clothes on his body Blood stains, "I'm not very skilled, it's all over my body, I have to wash it off later."
Aunt Wang nodded clearly, "Xiaohong is coming back, okay, you go ahead and get busy." "
As she said that, she pushed the meat porridge in her hand into Qin Jiang's hand, "After you finish the porridge, just give me the bowl tomorrow."
"Hey, thank you, Aunt Zhang."
"No matter how polite you are, I treat you and Xiaohong as my own children. Eat quickly, don't let it get cold."
Zhang After his aunt left, Qin Jiang looked towards the alley and saw that several families had returned.
Put the meat porridge in your hand on the table, walk to the bed and look at the blood on the ground.
After hesitating for a moment, he took a hoe from the yard and temporarily gave up the plan of throwing the body.
He opened the quilt and fumbled for a while and found a few pieces of silver and some copper coins from Liu Dahang's body.
After thinking about it, he took out a copper coin from his wallet and put it into Liu Dahang's palm.
‘I told you. '
Looked around the house, found an empty space and dug a small pit about a foot long, then pulled Liu Dahang's body over and threw his head next to the small pit. Blood flowed into the small pit along his chin. .
After that, he went to the water tank in the yard to fetch water. He had to clean up the blood stains first, otherwise it would become sticky later and it would be difficult to clean.
After about half a quarter of an hour, after finishing all this, he continued digging along the small pit until he dug out a deep pit as long as one person. He was going to throw Liu Dahang's body in immediately. Anyway, it would only be there for a few days at most and it wouldn't stink.
However, when his hands 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 removed the clothes on Liu Dahang's body. The black cloth was taken off.
You can wear it if you change it, but you have to wash it first.
After a while, Qin Jiang buried the naked body and flattened the soil with force.
I took some lime powder from outside and sprinkled it on it. After a few random sweeps with a broom, there was almost no trace left.
Clapping his hands, he nodded. He would do this for the time being and throw it away when he had a chance.
After doing all this, he picked up the meat porridge on the table, took a bite, and his eyes lit up.
Bacon? Tasty!
Inherited the memory of the original owner, and the body was involuntarily affected. For the past half month, I almost vomited after eating dry food, and a bird's expression appeared in my mouth.
However, when he tasted the bacon carefully, he vomited it out.
“Pfft!”
His eyes became a little cold and stern, so good, so good, what a great member except Li!
I said, why do you dare to hold such a bullshit ceremony these days? It turns out to be this kind of thing!
The Dharma Conference doesn’t seem to be a good thing!
He walked outside the house, poured the meat porridge into the sewer, and then took a look at the pigeon with its wings pinched off.
After thinking for a moment, he took the pigeon out and entered the house.
"What a lousy place, how come so many people died? Doesn't the government care? Or are they all dead? I don't know how to burn it with fire. What if there is a plague?"
< br>Outside Heishan City, two figures, one tall and one short, looked at the pile of corpses piled up outside Heishan City. Several dirty figures were pulling something in the pile of corpses.
"It's okay. Jianzhou is close to Sophora State and there are constant wars. This is normal." The tall and thin figure said calmly.
"Tsk, that's fine. It's not that troublesome to find him this way." The short, fat figure scratched his chin with a dagger.
"Hey~ do you remember what that guy looks like?" the tall and thin figure asked.
The short and fat figure licked the dagger disdainfully, then remembered that he had just shaved his face with it, and quickly spat.
"Puff puff, we can't fight, but what's the difficulty in finding someone? That kid is sallow and skinny, he must not be a rich man, let's start looking in the slums first."
The tall and thin figure raised his head slightly, as if suddenly enlightened, "Oh~ you are so smart!"
"Huh, of course! My skills are passed down from eight generations of ancestors!"
The next morning, Qin Jiang sat in front of the house and ate roasted pigeons, wearing a black cloth that had been changed to a smaller size.
The fresh breath of the morning whetted his appetite, and he ate the roasted pigeon, including the meat and bones, in a few mouthfuls.
Putting the medicine basket on his back, he locked the door.
If possible, it is best to collect more herbs today, and after collecting the money, go and learn Iron Arm Fist from an apprentice.
With his current strength, he can go a little deeper into the inner circle 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. The Dharma Conference seemed to be held for half a month.
He had to go and take a look. From the bowl of meat porridge, he knew that Mr. Li was not a good person. If anything happened, he should be prepared.
After walking for more than ten minutes, passing through more than a dozen rows of buildings, we came to a somewhat wide avenue.
As soon as he entered the avenue, he felt a suppressed energy.
Looking around, he saw that the street he was on was in the middle of the avenue, with large crowds of people crowding the front and back, all kneeling toward his right.
Looking at the tattered clothes they were wearing, you could tell they were people who didn’t even have enough to eat, and were probably refugees who had just escaped.
From time to time, they raised their arms high and lowered them heavily, with an expression of indescribable fanaticism, which could almost be said to be madness.
Qin Jiang looked to the right, and there were some people in yellow cloth standing on the small buildings on both sides of the avenue, old and young, waving pieces of yellow paper in their hands, looking at the crowd below with disdain and disdain. greedy.
On a high window sill, there is a person wearing a square hat and black brocade clothes, with a body like a meat ball.
This guy is Li Songzheng, Li Yuanwai from the south of the city.
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 time, he was sitting comfortably in the rocking chair, squinting his eyes and sipping tea.
Withdrawing his gaze, he looked past the kneeling crowd and saw a huge altar. It was carried forward by a dozen strong men wearing yellow and red vests. The kneeling crowd also moved back a little bit.
(End of this chapter)