The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

"Little bird?"

Zeng Wenyu turned his head and looked at the assassin Huang Quan who was tied up with ropes and following him. There was an obvious look of guilt on Huang Quan's face, and she was a little afraid to look at Li Pingping.

When Li Pingping saw the clothes on Huang Quan, he suddenly understood. He had already learned about the assassination last night from the soldier leader Lao Lang. Now seeing the nightgown on Huang Quan, how could he not guess?

"Little Bird, you..."

Before Li Pingping finished speaking, Huang Quan bent his legs and knelt in front of him: "Master... Xiao Que'er is sorry for you, I was sent by the eldest master to be by your side to keep an eye on your movements..."

"You should get up first," Li Pingping looked at Huang Quan who was kneeling in front of him, "Xiao Que'er, I remember I picked you up on the street five years ago, right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good, did Big Brother start planning this five years ago? How old was I at that time, and he already wanted to get rid of me?"

Huang Quan didn't know much about Li Pingping's elder brother's plan, but she thought that at that time she could contact Li Pingping. In the past five years, she had passed messages to Li Pingping's elder brother countless times. Perhaps his elder brother had already thought about killing Li Pingping.

"Xiao Que'er... your real name shouldn't be Xiao Que'er, right? Tell me, who are you?"

"My name is Huang Quan. I am a killer trained by the young master and placed by your side, so that I can assassinate you or strike back at you at a critical moment."

"Five years. With your body movements, you couldn't have made any noise last night. Tell me, why?"

"I... I don't want to kill the young master. The young master has been very good to me over the years... But I can't disobey the orders of the eldest young master. I can only make a noise to remind you."

Li Pingping looked at Huang Quan in front of him, with regret in his eyes: "Do you know what will happen if you betray me?"

"I know. I don't ask the young master to let me go. I just ask that I can choose who to be my slave..."

"Why? Give me a reason. You know I won't let someone go easily."

Huang Quan knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Li Pingping several times, then let his forehead touch the ground that was scorched by the sun: "Master, I know that I have committed a serious mistake, but I... I want to rescue my parents. If I really sign a slave contract with those people that you have kept in captivity... I am afraid that I will never be able to rescue them in this lifetime..."

Li Pingping looked at Huang Quan who was pressing his forehead against the hot ground. He finally softened his heart and said, "Okay, choose one for yourself."

"Young Master, can I choose him?" Huang Quan pointed at Zeng Wenyu.

Seeing Li Pingping looking at him, Zeng Wenyu shrugged his shoulders and said that he really didn't know why she chose him. But Li Pingping took out a piece of paper with a formation drawn on it from his storage ring.

The formation on the paper was drawn in two colors, half black and half red. The black area occupied two-thirds of the paper, and only the remaining one-third was red.

The intricate patterns on the paper were dazzling, and eventually the two colors combined to form a circle in the middle of the paper.

Li Pingping handed the contract paper to Zeng Wenyu. Zeng Wenyu naturally couldn't understand it. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Qing. Zhang Qing came up to confirm that there was no problem with the contract and nodded to Zeng Wenyu: "Drop a drop of blood in the circle in the middle of the contract."

A drop of blood? Zeng Wenyu's face was a little strange. He used the dagger that he had just confiscated from Huang Quan to gently scratch his fingertips. A wound was cut on his thumb by the dagger, but not a drop of blood flowed out of his scratched finger.

When everyone saw the wound on Zeng Wenyu's finger, and how his finger was clearly red but not a drop of blood had come out, they all looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Zeng Wenyu naturally knew what was going on. The blood in his body was no longer the same as that of ordinary people. Blood like mercury was not just a saying, it was a state. His blood would not flow out like the blood of ordinary people, but it was more like it had become another kind of "muscle" in his body.

Shaking his head helplessly, and seeing that the wound on his finger had almost healed on its own, he used the dagger to cut the fingertip again. This time, in order to prevent the wound from healing quickly, he cut the wound deeper, and then forced a drop of blood out from the fingertip.

Blood dripped onto the paper with the contract drawn on it. That drop of blood was like a drop of mercury. It never seeped into the paper for a long time and even had a tendency to corrode the paper with the contract drawn on it.

"How could this happen?" Li Pingping looked at the drop of Zeng Wenyu's blood on the paper.

Zeng Wenyu was helpless. The blood in his body was like this now. However, he did have a solution. As long as the power in the blood dissipated, that drop of blood would turn into ordinary blood. But if he just relied on time to make it dissipate, it would take too long.

Zeng Wenyu handed the drop of blood on the contract to Zhang Qing, and asked Zhang Qing to use her power to dissipate the power in the blood, while he tried his best to suppress the power in his own blood and prevent it from erupting.

The sun was setting slowly, and it was almost dusk when Zhang Qing finally exhausted all the power in that drop of blood. He placed the blood with the power exhausted on the contract paper, and only then did his drop of blood slowly seep into the contract.

The paper completely absorbed Zeng Wenyu's drop of blood, and the originally black lines on the paper gradually turned red. Then Li Pingping asked Huang Quan to drop a drop of blood on the contract. As Huang Quan's blood was absorbed, the red lines on the contract turned black.

Two rays of light, one red and one black, flew into the foreheads of Zeng Wenyu and Huang Quan respectively. The paper with the contract drawn on it had been torn into pieces, and the slave contract had been established. Zeng Wenyu felt as if there was something extra in his mind, as if he only needed a thought to make Huang Quan in front of him die, and she could not even resist.

Li Pingping untied the rope on Huang Quan. Huang Quan stood up silently and stood obediently behind Zeng Wenyu.

"Xiao Que'er, since you are already Brother Gao's slave, the fate between us has ended. You must listen carefully to Brother Gao's words from now on."

"Yes!"

"Why don't we let Huang Quan follow you, Brother Li?"

"No need, just let her follow you, Brother Gao. It would be nice to have more servants to serve tea and water during the journey."

Zeng Wenyu spread his hands, turned to look at Huang Quan who was lowering his head, sighed, took out a few pills from his storage bag and handed them to Huang Quan: "Recover from your injuries first. In your current state, don't fall here before you reach Andong City to rescue your parents."

Huang Quan took the pill Zeng Wenyu gave her and swallowed it directly. The medicinal power of the pill slowly took effect in her body, and soon the injury on her right shoulder began to heal.