"Twenty-sixth."
Silently counting the number of people, Zuo Zhicheng took the last one under Toki's desperate gaze.
"Twenty-six people." Since the number matched the count before he started, the next thing to do was to dispose of the body.
No matter which era it was, the best way to hide the body after killing someone was to make sure the body couldn't be found. The small forest where Toki and the others brought Zuo Zhicheng to was also a good place to hide the body. It was just that their previous methods were too unprofessional.
Zuo Zhicheng walked into the bushes and found the shovel that had been thrown away. Then he began to dig a hole in the open space of the small forest.
According to Zuo Zhicheng's experience, a hole at least two meters deep was needed to bury a body like this. Secondly, the body that Toki buried was obviously buried carelessly. It was probably less than a meter deep. With such a shallow depth, the body could be washed out by water or turned over by animals on a rainy day. It was also easy to smell the stench of the body. In Zuo Zhicheng's opinion, this was extremely amateur.
Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng had to dig a new hole for the body later. If the body was discovered one day, it would affect the twenty-six bodies that Zuo Zhicheng made.
In total, there were twenty-seven bodies. For safety reasons, Zuo Zhicheng had to dig twenty-seven two-meter deep holes. If it was in his previous life, he might not be able to finish digging even after a day and a night. Fortunately, his physical strength had greatly increased and he was already at the level of a monster. Digging holes was much easier.
Once again, he pushed a body into the hole. Zuo Zhicheng buried the big hole under his feet. Then he compacted the soil and covered it with the surrounding weeds.
It looked as if nothing had happened.
"It's been a long time since I did something like this."
While burying the body, Zuo Zhicheng couldn't help but remember that in his previous life, when he killed someone in Mexico City, he also transported the body out of the city and planned to bury it.
However, he had only dug a meter deep when he discovered that someone had already buried a corpse in the place he was digging.
Back then, he had no choice but to fill up the hole again. Then, he had to cross a distance of 15 kilometers and dig another hole to put the corpses in. Now that he thought about it, the things that made him angry at that time seemed to have become interesting memories, Zuo Zhicheng thought.
After burying the body and returning to Xiao Lan's house, he had to explain that he had gone to wash dishes for the restaurant. This was also the excuse that Zuo Zhicheng had been using recently. In fact, he had indeed gone to the restaurant a few times recently to help others wash dishes.
"Brother Zuo Zhicheng, this is too tiring for you. I think you shouldn't work so late in the future. You still have to practice martial arts and clean during the day." Xiao Lan massaged Zuo Zhicheng's shoulders and said with concern, "Is it sore?"
"I'm fine." Zuo Zhicheng said, "You should go to bed first. You have to wake up early tomorrow."
"I'm fine." Xiao Lan had forced herself to stay awake until now because Zuo Zhicheng hadn't come back yet. She yawned and asked, "Brother Zuo Zhicheng, are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat? "
Seeing that Xiao Lan was like a kitten that hadn't woken up yet forced herself to ask this question, Zuo Zhicheng rubbed Xiao Lan's head and said, "It's nothing. I'm tired. I'll go to bed after washing up. You should go to bed too. "
"Okay." Xiao Lan nodded and yawned again, "Then I'll go to bed first. Good night, Brother Zuo."
"Good night."
Fortunately, Song had sailed out to sea two months ago to fish. This saved Zuo Zhicheng a lot of effort to explain.
However, although he had covered up the fact that he had returned late recently, Zuo Zhicheng still felt that it was time to find an opportunity to move out of Xiao Lan's house. Otherwise, as more and more things happened, the chances of him being exposed would be higher, and it would be easier to implicate Xiao Lan and her father.
About two hours later, Zuo Zhicheng stepped into the night again like a black ghost. As usual, he took a detour. After confirming that no one was following him, Zuo Zhicheng once again arrived at the secret base.
It was the same routine every day. First, he practiced the true martial arts in the courtyard, the Northern Peng Sky Form. He watched the purple Xiantian Qi become stronger and stronger under the tempering of the true martial arts.
Because Zuo Zhicheng had to recuperate from his injuries, he couldn't train properly. So far, the purple Xiantian Qi had reached 45%.
After finishing the true martial arts practice, it was followed by half an hour of Qi cultivation.
Just like that, regardless of wind or rain, Zuo Zhicheng persisted in his training every day. Step by step, he witnessed his strength.
In fact, if it wasn't for the lack of spiritual food, which limited his daily training, Zuo Zhicheng probably wouldn't have gone to the martial arts center to practice during the day. Then, he changed to another way to hide his identity. Just like in the ancient tomb, he trained beyond his limits every day.
However, it was a pity that without psionic food, Zuo Zhicheng's body had its limits. Basically, the amount of training he did every night had already reached the maximum. If he exceeded it, he was afraid that he would overexert himself and cause all kinds of internal injuries.
As for the news about spiritual food, Zuo Zhicheng inquired about it at the new port for a long time, but he still couldn't find any relevant information. It seemed that spiritual food in this era was more in demand than he thought.
After finishing his training, Zuo Zhicheng went to the basement, lit an oil lamp, and went to the experiment table.
On the table, a few black utensils were placed together. Next to them were lumps of unknown black and gray metal.
On the table were the daily necessities that Zuo Zhicheng bought from the stall. According to the information he collected and the tests he conducted, many of the metal utensils in this era still contained a lot of lead.
This was a very normal thing, just as he had guessed before. After all, in the history of Earth, the element lead was widely distributed, easy to extract, easy to process, high ductility, and low melting point. These reasons made it known to humans very early on.
Then, it was used in all kinds of daily necessities, weapons, gunpowder, and even cosmetics.
It seemed to be the same in this world. Humans still discovered the existence of lead a long time ago, and used it as an alloy element in all kinds of metal tools and utensils.
The reason why Zuo Zhicheng wanted to collect these things was to extract some of the lead and make a radiation proof suit for himself. The reason why he did this was to prevent the Taoists' psionic vision from detecting the existence of the Xiantian Qi.
After all, his Xiantian Qi now covered a very large area. Ordinary people would not be able to detect it, but once someone who practiced Taoist techniques used psionic vision, they would be able to see that he was different.
If they had seen Gui Quan before, they would be able to immediately recognize that the two of them were the same person. Although Zuo Zhicheng had not encountered such a situation in the past few months, Zuo Zhicheng had also started to prepare for a rainy day.
After all, this underground base was built for the purpose of manufacturing similar gadgets.
Just like that, the peaceful days passed one by one. Zuo Zhicheng followed his own pace, practicing martial arts, doing some things, helping the dojo or Xiao Lan solve some problems, while he himself became stronger and stronger bit by bit.
Master Jiang was busy with various matters of the Wushu associations. Jiang Qing was also known by many students from other dojos because of the establishment of the association, and she was enthusiastically pursued by a few people.
Song had not returned from the sea, and Zuo Zhicheng decided to move out after Song returned. This way, Xiao Lan would not be in danger if she lived alone.
Time passed slowly until trouble came again.
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