Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

Stagger with one hit.

Both sides paused for a moment.

Qin He grinned and said, "Your hulk hands are pretty good, but a little brittle."

The pointed and thin man turned his head numbly, only to see that only a little bit of his green corpse hand was still hanging on his arm, and the whole arm was gone.

The roof above the side, an arm-shaped gap.

The green ghoul hand that he had trained so hard was blown off by a shovel.

"Ah!!" The sharp-mouthed man screamed in pain, clutching his arm with bulging veins, and hurriedly retreated a few steps.

"You are from the Corpse Refining Sect, right?"

Qin He shouldered the shovel again and asked curiously.

"Who the hell are you? You can't be a cremator!" the thin man screamed while suppressing the pain.

"Why do you all want to know who I am so much? I am the cremator, so I can change my name or surname." Qin He beat his chest with his fist and said, "Then what, you haven't answered my question yet. "

"Since you know that I am a member of the Corpse Refining Sect, you still dare to attack me. Do you know the consequences?" The thin man clenched his teeth and threatened.

"You of the Corpse Refinement Sect hold grudges, and you will seek revenge on me one after another, right?"

"That's right."

"Would you believe me if I said I'm looking forward to it?"

The pointed and thin man's pained face showed astonishment, and his gray complexion turned paler now.

The next moment, he saw a sudden "plop" kneeling on the ground.

"Please let me go."

"Hey, your kneeling is a bit decisive."

Qin He turned the shovel sideways, hooked his hands on it, and asked with great interest.

"My wife was injured by a rank-nine zombie and was invaded by the corpse's aura. I had no choice but to come to the crematorium to get some dead body organs, otherwise she would go mad and die. Please take care of my wife's suffering." Come on, get around us." The thin man's face became a little bit sad, and his tone was pleading.

"Injured by a rank-9 zombie?" Qin He was suspicious.

"It's absolutely true, I can swear to the sky that there will be no false words, otherwise the sky will strike with thunder." The pointed and thin man pointed to the sky and swore.

"That sounds pretty pathetic."

"In order to treat my wife's corpse poison, I can only wander around outside. I have offended you so much today. Please raise your hand high." The thin man begged bitterly.

"It seems that I misunderstood you. I thought you killed the dozens of cremators in the crematoriums in the west and north cities." Qin He looked stunned.

The pointed and thin man's face visibly froze, and he looked excited: "Misunderstanding, this must be a misunderstanding, I have never been to those two places, I swear."

"That's not right, why did I hear you say you were going to my room to get blood essence?" Qin He asked again.

"Uh... this, I'm talking about the big turtle in your room. The bigger the turtle, the more blood it fills, and it belongs to blood essence." The thin man hurriedly defended, and a glint of hope rose in his eyes as he spoke.

The man in front of him was unfathomable in strength, but he seemed to have a problem with his brain. Sure enough, the man patted his chest after hearing this, and said, "So that's how it is. You scared me and thought you were going to kill me."

"No, no, absolutely not." The pointed and thin man hurriedly waved his hands.

"That's all right, your wife is really pitiful, I forgive you, you can go." Qin He waved his hands kindly, and finally said: "Treat your wife well, don't eat corpses all the time, not good for health."

"Yes, you are right."

The pointed and thin man couldn't believe his ears, and he could hardly hide the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Thank you, you are a good person, you are a good person!" The pointed and thin man bowed again and again, and said: "Then I will take my wife and leave first."

"Go." Qin He waved his hand.

The tall and thin man felt like he was dreaming, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took out the yellow cloth bag and hung the twitching female body on his waist, then gave Qin He a dry laugh, jumped onto the beam, and To get out from the smoke exhaust.

"Wait!"

Qin He's voice suddenly sounded.

The pointed and thin man froze all over, the hairs all over his body exploded, and the secret thought came true.

But he didn't dare to move, he had already lost his hole card, this person's strength was terrifying, and his speed was extremely fast, he had no power to fight back in front of this person,

The most important thing is that he doesn't think this person has repented.

Because he doesn't understand what it means to repent like this.

"Is there anything else you want?" The thin man turned his head tensely.

"It's nothing, just don't go too fast when you leave." Qin He demanded.

"Why?" The pointed and thin man asked confusedly.

"I hate people who walk too fast. When I see someone who walks too fast, I want to catch up with him and slap him to death." Qin He made a clap gesture, smiled and said to the thin man, "Just walk slowly." , don't worry."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The thin man opened his eyes, feeling a lot of confusion in his heart.

This man is sick!

Absolutely sick!

Still very sick!

Walk without letting others go fast.

Watching the thin man leave, Qin He hurriedly jumped out of the roof and returned to Room No. 7, grabbed the drowsy Wang Bawang in the bucket and said: "Wake up, the opportunity for actual combat has come."

...

After the thin man turned out of the crematorium, he instinctively wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

But rationality told him not to provoke that psychopath and walk slowly, anyway, there is no danger.

This kind of person is often unreasonable. If he walks too fast, he may chase him and slap him to death with a shovel.

So the pointed and thin man deliberately slowed down, and headed towards Nancheng in a leisurely manner.

The two crematoriums in the west and the north have already been patronized by him. If Dongcheng has this mental illness, then there will be only the Nancheng crematorium.

After about a stick of incense, he walked out for about two miles, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the person had indeed let him go.

But at this moment, something suddenly "boomed" and landed in the woods not far behind, with such heavy force that it felt like the ground jumped.

The pointed and thin man was in shock and hurriedly hid aside.

But there was no further movement for a long time, the thin man hesitated for a moment, then walked over there.

As a result, when they came there, their eyes met each other.

That psychopath is holding that big bastard in his hand.

"Why are you here?"

The thin and pointed man felt a chill running down his back and asked in surprise.

"I~hahaha, I just came out to blow some air, to cool off." Qin He scratched his head and smiled honestly.

"You brought the soft-shelled turtle out in the wind?" The thin man couldn't believe it.

"My soft-shelled turtle also likes to blow the wind, so we got together." Qin He laughed.

"So that's the case, then you are busy, I'll go first." The thin and pointed man felt that something was wrong.

Qin He waved his hands hastily, "Yes, please, remember not to walk too fast."

The pointed and thin man let out a deep breath, turned around and walked away with small steps.

Qin He watched him go away, then turned his head and gave Wang Ba a fierce look in his hand: "Zhuzi, you fucking screwed up!"