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

Qin He looked at the half-bowl of milk spilled in his hand and the broken shovel, with question marks all over his head.

It's waiting to make milk, good guy, he cut off his head and face with a knife, and almost got his nose cut off.

It doesn't talk about martial arts too much.

Take a closer look, it is a bald head, and look again, your uncle, there are several bunches of money rat tails behind his forehead.

Dare to love is Di Lu's careful work.

Qin He was shocked, what's the matter?

Was it discovered and chased here?

But looking around, there was just such a person, is Di Lu's fine work so strong?

Looking at the heavy knife again, it is one foot wide and six feet long, and the back of the knife is as thick as three fingers, which has a great visual impact.

Qin He pulled it out and waved it twice, which was quite easy, more than 10,000 times stronger than this light and broken shovel.

After looking at the milk in his hand and the corpse on the ground, Qin He decisively drank the milk into his stomach.

I licked my tongue, and the taste seemed not as strong as last time.

Without time to do more, Qin He put away the bowl, carried the corpse on his back and picked up the heavy knife. With a slight twist, his figure merged with the night, leaving only a very faint phantom.

If ordinary people see it, it is easy to mistake it for vertigo.

This is the night stealth technique obtained a few days ago.

Night Invisibility: When you hide under the shelter of night, you become invisible like a ghost.

Qin He watched all directions with his eyes and ears, and walked very carefully.

In the future, Xindao will come out casually for nothing, and this Di Lu's meticulous work is too scary.

Is it so fierce to come here casually?

If a group of people come here, I'm afraid they won't be able to bear it.

Have to keep going.

The strong have their own strong hands, and be careful to sail for thousands of years.

All the way back to the crematorium, but there was no Bie Dilu Xizuo, and the crematorium was also quiet.

Qin He jumped onto the roof, opened the smoke vent and returned to the crematorium.

The next step is to open the furnace and burn the corpse.

You can destroy corpses and get rewards at the same time, so why not do it.

It is the first time to burn Di Lu's fine work, and maybe you can get a good reward.

Wash the corpse, and move the corpse to the furnace.

Qin He took out the filial cloth and stuffed it back, the money rat tail is too irritating.

Make an exception today, no filial piety.

Qin He is such a person without principles. He is actually the same kind of person as Xu Changshou. He only wants to like him in everything. It's just that what Xu Changshou likes is to make friends, but what he likes is comfort.

Burn coal to ignite the fire, open the furnace to burn the corpse, and then take out the flint and blast the wind violently.

The progress bar of the cremation was full of buffs, and within half an hour, the corpse like the iron tower of Ambagu was burned into coke.

After estimating the time, there was no problem with incineration before dawn, so he threw the heavy knife into the crematorium.

After it was red-hot, he took out a bone-crushing hammer and tapped it, and slowly produced an extremely ugly shovel.

After looking at it, Qin He felt some hot eyes.

There are thousands of careers, and there are specializations in skills, which can only be done by professionals.

Throwing the shovel aside, he planned to go to the blacksmith's shop after dawn.

"when!"

With a sound of drumming, it was the fifth watch, and the east was already pale.

Ambakok's body was also completely incinerated.

The gray and white curtain fell, and the shadow puppet show performed, and Qin He saw the life of Ambagu.

Immediately, I felt a lot more confident.

It turned out that it was not an ordinary meticulous work, but Batulu, the number one in Di Lu's platoon.

No wonder it was so fierce.

If Di Lu worked so hard, he would have ruled the world long ago.

Born in a tribal family, Anbagu was fierce and brave. He became famous at the age of thirteen. Later, he was recruited by Di Chief and joined the eight armies.

After being promoted, Anbagu's viciousness became more fierce, and he killed people without counting.

The act of massacring the city also drew criticism from him, and Di Chief transferred him to Kyoto, the heart of the Dali Dynasty, to lead the capital's secret operations to create chaos and spy on intelligence, codenamed "Right Horse".

After coming to the capital, he committed dozens of massacres.

Zhuangzhuang's sin, even a salty fish like Qin He, would be enraged after seeing it.

Something struck by lightning, yes.

The judge weighed the weight, and the man in black opened his mouth: "If goodness is not accumulated, it is not enough to become famous; if evil is not accumulated, it is not enough to destroy the body. Good and evil come to an end, and there will be a reward."

Reward: Breathing.

Qi-watching technique: Observing people's good and evil, observing people's fortune and misfortune, up to the luck of the dynasty, down to Fengshui and Kanyu, all at a glance.

Qin He was overjoyed and very satisfied.

By observing people's good and evil, you can know people's hearts, and by observing people's blessings and misfortunes, you can know the future.

Really good skills.

Studying decisively, Qin He's eyes flashed a faint light in an instant, his inner strength flickered slightly, and there was a breath of air that he had never seen before.

At the same time, there is also a lot of hopeful knowledge in my mind.

Take a closer look, huh.

The entire crematorium is haunted by gray-white death and bad luck, and the dead and bad luck has been lingering all year round. Some things that seem to have wisdom have been raised, and they are absorbing the yang energy of all the cremators.

The cremator's yang energy is gradually dissipating, not to mention turning corpses, even ordinary dead corpses will get up and rush at people.

No matter how strong the cremator was, he couldn't last half a year.

No wonder half a year is the deadline for crematoriums, and most of them can't even survive two months.

"Hiss..."

At this moment, the mass of death and bad luck in midair suddenly turned into a black snake, which opened its mouth like lightning and rushed towards Qin He.

This is the spiritual intelligence feeling that the truth is seen clearly, and the anger strikes people.

"evil creature!"

Qin He shouted loudly, reached out to grab the black snake, half a hundred inner strength and Daoxing magic power came out together, and grabbed the black snake.

The black snake's cold eyes immediately glowed red, struggling hard.

Qin He was a little startled, the black snake was just a mere spirit, but its strength was astonishing.

After a few steps to the stove, Daoxing shook his head, raised the knife and dropped it.

With a "pop", the black and red light dimmed, turning into death and bad luck and dissipating.

In an instant, the vague feeling of being pulled away from the yang energy disappeared, and also disappeared together with the sense of visitation.

Qin He managed to bring up a little self-confidence, but it was destroyed again.

Thousands of calculations failed to count, but there is such a thing in this crematorium.

Everything I do is under the watchful eye of this thing, which is everywhere.

Sure enough, I still can't wave.

There are countless strange things in this world, and dogs are the best way to deal with them.

Qin He threw all of An Baku's belongings except some silver into the crematorium and burned them, and the blood drops that could not be burned were smashed into scrap iron.

Completely wiped out.

The ashes were shoveled down and placed in the corner.

Everything is done.

"when!"

"It's time, open the door!"

With the sound of a gong, the doors of the crematorium opened one after another, and the day's work was declared over.

After paying the ashes and receiving fifteen Wen, the crematorium was calm.

No one knows that Di Lu's secret commander "Right Horse" who was lurking in the capital was not only killed in the cowshed, but also burned to wipe out all traces, which has completely become a thing of the past.

...

In the early morning, Jingcheng, who experienced a night of fear, opened his eyes tremblingly in the morning light.

Looking down from a high altitude, dead bodies are everywhere and devastated.

The smell of blood and burning was mixed in the slightly cold autumn wind, wantonly piercing into people's nostrils.

The waves created this night have only just begun to spread.