After he finished speaking, he went to the toilet and dragged out a wooden barrel inside. The toilet was originally a bathing room, but a toilet was added, and of course there was a wooden bucket for bathing.

Although this barrel is not large, it can barely fit a person. He dragged the body into the barrel, then pushed it out the door and into the lake.

He was pushing in the direction of his back to the shore of the lake, facing the center of the lake, and the nearest fishing boats were a mile or two away, and it was already dark by this time, and no one could see it.

While he was doing all this, Zhao Yuan stood far away, and he didn't mean to help at all.

"Now you can burn it. Dong Xiaoping pointed to the wooden barrels floating in the lake and the corpses they carried.

Zhao Yuan glanced at Dong Xiaoping, and he didn't know what kind of eyes it was, but finally stepped forward and stretched out a single palm.

A thick flame suddenly erupted.

Dong Xiaoping didn't expect the flames to be so fierce, he stood too close, his eyebrows were rubbed a little by the flames, and he instantly smelled a burning smell, and hurriedly took two steps back.

However, an even stronger smell of burning erupted, and the corpse in the barrel was completely burned.

"Take those two manuscripts and burn them, you use my original. The firelight reflected Zhao Yuan's face red.

Dong Xiaoping glanced at her, then went to the room to take out the two manuscripts and paper, and threw them into the raging fire.

In a matter of minutes, the whole body had been burned to charred coals, and if it weren't for the water next to the outside of the barrel, it would have been burned long ago, but now it was completely black.

Eventually, the barrels and charcoal clumps broke into pieces and scattered on the surface of the lake, where they were blown away by the wind.

Dong Xiaoping muttered secretly in his heart, the flame of this girl is really fierce!

The idea of putting a wooden barrel in water and burning it was inspired by an experiment he had done in junior high school.

The experiment was like this, a piece of ordinary paper was concave, water was poured into it, and then the bottom of the paper was burned with a candle, and the result was that instead of the paper burning, the water would boil.

So the barrel will not be burned through until the body is burned.

"Follow me. Zhao Yuan saw that the matter was done, and wanted to leave.

"Don't be busy, there's still a lot of blood that hasn't been wiped off. ”

"Then you go and wipe it, come to me when you're done, I'm in the flower hall. After Zhao Yuan finished speaking, he left on his own.

Dong Xiaoping was secretly helpless, so he had to find tools to deal with the blood stains. I searched for a long time, but I didn't find anything suitable for making rags. He didn't dare to touch the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, so he could only take off his coat and use it as a rag.

I don't know what spell Zhao Yuan used, and the floor was also pierced, which was as long as the one on Huang Menglong's chest. Through this opening, you can see the green and secluded lake. Fortunately, there is this opening, otherwise I don't know where to discharge the blood.

After it was almost done, Dong Xiaoping went to Zhao Yuan to see how she arranged herself.

He also thought about jumping into the river and running away, but what should he do in the future? Zhao Yuan would definitely chase him without leaving any room for it, even if he reported her, the sect would not kill a seed disciple like her, and Zhao Yuan would want to kill him even more when the time came.

What's more, there is Mithril hanging in front of him.

Although I don't know where the flower hall is, no matter how big the Bitao Pavilion is, it is limited, and I found Zhao Yuan after a while. Zhao Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the ground, there was a small coffee table in front of him, and there was a bowl of tea on the coffee table, the tea was full and steaming.

"What do you look like? Zhao Yuan arrived with a look of disgust.

Dong Xiaoping's coat has been thrown away, only the underwear is left, and the underwear is still bought in Qingniu Town, which is even more tattered.

Zhao Yuan called the maid and told her to take Dong Xiaoping to take a bath and change clothes.

Dong Xiaoping was not embarrassed, why refuse to provide a bath for free, usually if you want to take a bath, you can only go to the bathhouse, and you want to know how comfortable it is for Zhao Yuan to wash at home.

After the bath, the maid had already prepared a set of clothes for him, both inside and out, even including underwear, shoes and socks. These clothes feel particularly silky and soft to the touch, and they are high-end goods at first glance, and Dong Xiaoping doesn't know how high-end they are.

"How can this Zhao Yuan's family prepare men's clothes? It is still so high-end? Is it specially prepared for the person receiving the task? What are you going to do when you dress so brightly?"

Dong Xiaoping had a series of questions in his heart, and he couldn't understand it at all, so he could only see what Zhao Yuan said for a while.

When she returned to the flower hall, Zhao Yuan was still in that position, the tea was still full, but the heat was gone.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Yuan turned his head to look at the comer, his eyes lit up instantly, but he didn't say anything, and turned his head back again.

"Master Zhao, what is my mission?" After the maid left, Dong Xiaoping asked straight to the point.

This secret mission was strange from the beginning, but he was carried away by money and ignored it for a while.

"You go and kill the guy from before first, and I'll tell you when you come back. Zhao Yuan said with the same gaze.

"Ahh

"Well, I said it's a top-secret mission, and no one can know about it except you and me. Zhao Yuan's tone was gloomy, but resolute.

"Then Yu Tianjun knows that there is a mission of Mithril Ertael, and he doesn't know anything else, why kill him?"

"He will know that you have received my assignment. Zhao Yuan said in a light tone.

"Then why did you bother to get three people in the first place?"

"I'm willing to kill, can you manage it?" Zhao Yuan suddenly said angrily.

Dong Xiaoping thought to himself, I will give full marks for this reason.

Zhao Yuan saw that Dong Xiaoping didn't speak for a long time, his tone softened, and said, "I need someone who can really practice the 'Reverse Water Heart Method', which is very important to me!"

"It's important to you, why should I kill it?"

"If you don't go, I'll kill you. Zhao Yuan pulled out a two-inch sword and stared at Dong Xiaoping.

What else can Dong Xiaoping say, he can only agree. If you agree, there is a way, and if you don't agree, blood will be splashed on the spot.

At this time, he was particularly envious of some of the protagonists of the novel, who were afraid of the sky and the air, either against the sky or killing gods, and dared to say "no" to anyone, the key is that he could not die, and he could only coax and be sad!!

When he left, he thought that Zhao Yuan would force him to eat something like "Three Corpses" and "Brain Worm Pill", but it didn't happen at all, as if he believed him very much.

After coming out of Zhao Yuan, he went home directly.

I was thinking about Yu Tianjun all the way, and I could only kill him if I thought about it. Dong Xiaoping thinks that he is not a bad person, nor a noble person, but an ordinary person. He didn't want to kill either, but if it was his own life, he knew he couldn't.

Zhao Yuan This is obviously a thief ship, what mission needs to be so secret? Before, he was obsessed with money, but he didn't realize it, but now he realizes that it is too late and he can't go down. No, since the second time he stepped into Zhao Yuan's house, he couldn't go down, and at most he switched places with Yu Tianjun and became the target of being killed.

Well, now I can only kill Yu Tianjun, save my life first, and then find a way to get out after finding out the situation.

After making up his mind, he originally planned to practice the "Reverse Water Heart Method" all night, but he found that he didn't have any aura in this room. If you don't have aura, you can't cultivate, and you don't want to run to the cemetery in the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night, he couldn't find that Yu Tianjun, so he simply didn't pause and slept until dawn.

Early in the morning, as soon as he went out, he met the landlord at the top of the staircase, and when the landlord saw him, he hurriedly bent down and said, "I have seen the mage! ”

Only then did Dong Xiaoping remember that he was now wearing a very luxurious dress, and he was still a monk's outfit.

The clothes worn by the monks here, except for the standard disciple uniforms of the Qingbo Gate, are different, but they can basically be seen at a glance as monks' uniforms, just like the military and police of various countries wear different clothes, but at a glance, you can tell that they are police or soldiers.

Monk outfits are generally more complicated, relatively tight-fitting, and there are many kinds of cloth belts, pockets, metal buckles, etc., mainly to facilitate carrying some spell-casting props or weapons.

Of course, it will also take into account the beauty, especially the friar's costume, which will have a lot of decorations.

If you look closely, you can also see the identity, for example, Zhao Yuan is a Venerable Master, and her cuffs, placket, and skirt all have a gold line, while ordinary monks only have a silver line or none at all.

"Landlord, don't you know me?" said Dong Xiaoping with a smile.

"Are you?" Dong...... Brother Dong?" the landlord asked hesitantly.

"That's right!"

"Ah, it turns out that you are a mage! There were neglects in the past, and I asked the mage to forgive me. The landlord made another move.

"Haha, how can I be lazy, I was also lucky to open the spiritual root. ”

"You suddenly opened the spiritual root? really...... Congratulations, Master, you don't have to give me rent in the future, it's my honor to live in my house!"

"Then aren't you at a loss?" Dong Xiaoping said with a grin.

"Haha~ No loss, no loss! This room will be a lucky room in the future, and I don't know how many people rush to live in it. The landlord had a smile on his face.

"Then you must want me to leave now, don't you?"

"Hey, hey, how could I be! I wish you had lived here. It's just that, with the luxurious bearing of the viewer, my small room will definitely not be able to keep you sooner or later. The landlord said with a regretful face.

Dong Xiaoping smiled and thought, "Except for this clothes, I don't have any assets at all." No, it's still negative. ”

After going downstairs, Dong Xiaoping went to the cemetery.

He first tried to cultivate at the edge of the cemetery for a while, except for the occasional trace of aura, most of the time there was no aura, and this place was not as good as one-tenth of Zhao Yuan's.

Listening to Dongfang Yan, the broken courtyard in the middle of the cemetery is the place where the aura is the strongest here, so he plans to go there to give it a try.

The door of this broken yard is rotten, of course it is not locked, Dong Xiaoping pushed the door open, raised his foot and stepped in.

There are quite a lot of people in the yard, there are more than a dozen, probably because it is too early, these people have not gone out to work.

Dong Xiaoping ignored their surprised eyes, and saw that there was a piece of land that was quite clean, so he walked over quickly, intending to sit cross-legged and cultivate.

"Master, you sit here. An old beggar on the side quickly spread a piece of cloth on the ground and smiled at Dong Xiaoping.

Dong Xiaoping took a look, wasn't this the old beggar who held Dongfang Yan down before?

And where was this cloth laid on the ground, but a freshly washed woman's garment. The clothesline on the side was still shaking, and it seemed that the clothes had just been pulled off. A woman next to her looked at this side, but didn't dare to say a word.

Dong Xiaoping wanted to tease them, but looking at their dilapidated appearance, forget it.

So he casually said "um" and sat cross-legged to cultivate.