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

On the surface, talking and laughing happily with his colleagues, but in fact, Liu Chang'an, who was on fire, finished his duty and hurried back to the mansion.

Gan Tuji, Di Lu's messenger, had been waiting for a long time.

Turning back and forth, Liu Changan couldn't wait to ask about the situation.

Gantuji, who had disguised himself, looked a little arrogant, but at the moment he had to rely on Liu Changan, the local snake in the capital, and said: "Anba Tulu disappeared after he escaped from the imperial prison, and he hasn't returned since last night. We searched all the places , and found no trace of him."

Liu Changan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and an extremely ominous premonition lingered in his heart.

If he didn't think much about it normally, as the right commander of the eight shadows in Li Jing's heart, An Bagu didn't have to disclose his whereabouts to anyone except Shangguan Aqina, and he had no right to ask.

But the torture slave on the front foot inspected the crematorium in Dongcheng, and disappeared inexplicably, and Anbagu on the back foot did not return all day and night.

In this line of work, I never believe in "coincidence", because all the coincidences in this line of work are most likely premeditated.

The situation provided by Gantuji was almost infinite or nonexistent. Before taking action, Anbagu only told him that he would forcibly break into the prison to search for the whereabouts of the slaves, and did not tell anything else.

Gantuji and others also asked for help urgently when they thought of the inexplicable disappearance of the prison slave.

"An Baku, oh An Baku, you have brought me a lot of misfortune." Liu Chang'an cursed in his heart.

An Baku could die in a fair and aboveboard manner, even Liu Chang'an wished that he would die sooner, but An Baku could not disappear.

Because being missing is tantamount to being unclear, Liu Cang’s death is unknown, and the torture slave’s disappearance is unknown, and now Anbagu is again unclear.

What would Ajina-sama think?

Ambagu's internal strength is as high as half a hundred, and his strength is strong. There are only two possibilities for his disappearance.

One is to face a terrifying external force and be defeated in one move. Otherwise, even if you lose, you will make a big noise. The second is to be conspired by the inner ghost and bring down Ambaku silently.

No matter whether it is the Dajin Kingdom or the Dali Dynasty, there are only a few people with strong external strength, and their every move is closely watched.

It is unlikely to be a shot by a strong outsider.

If not, then there is only the inner ghost.

Who is most suspected?

Who else but myself?

I am a Han Chinese, and I am inherently deficient in trust, and I am at odds with An Baku, and at the same time I have the conditions to plot against An Baku.

Even if he is Aqina, he will be the first to doubt.

Thinking of Master Aqina's style, Liu Chang'an only felt the cold air whizzing from the back of his neck.

After pacing back and forth for a while, Liu Changan looked at Gan Tuji and asked, "Which direction did Anbagu go after he came out of the prison?"

Gantuji recalled it for a while, and said, "It seems to be to the east."

"East of the city?"

Liu Changan's eyelids twitched.

...

"Hey, guest officer, this is good steel, tsk tsk." Tie Sanqi, a blacksmith at the blacksmith shop in the east of the city, lightly tapped the shovel in his hand, his eyes sparkling.

"Can you recognize what kind of steel this is?" Qin He asked curiously.

"I've never seen it before." Tie Sanqi shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's not from Dali, I've seen steel from Dali."

Qin He nodded. He didn't think Tie Sanqi was bragging about this point. The Grand Canal connected the north and the south, and goods were transferred. As long as it was produced in Dali, it would be found here.

"It's a waste to use such good steel for a shovel." Tie Sanqi wondered.

"That, I just hit..."

"And this technique is too stinky. It's so ugly. You have been deceived, sir. You can't beat too much good steel. If you beat too much, the steel will be bad."

"Ah... This one was called by a friend of mine. I'll settle the score with him in two days."

"Then what do you plan to do with this steel, guest officer?" Tie Sanqi asked.

"shovel."

Tie Sanqi: "..."

"Can you fight?"

"Yes, when will the guest officer want it?"

Tie Sanqi froze for a moment, then nodded quickly, who has been playing Tie Sanqi for half his life, what kind of guest has he never seen?

Some put a dog collar around their own necks, some forged an iron coffin, and some put chastity pants on the mother-in-law at home.

Life is full of vicissitudes, Tie Sanqi, a blacksmith shop, has seen too many.

It's nothing to use a good steel to hit a shovel.

"How fast can it be?" Qin He couldn't wait.

The shovel is now his only self-defense weapon, and the most important thing is that it can also be used to dig up corpses.

Concealed and practical, it is definitely a magical weapon for killing people, setting fires, digging pits and digging corpses.

Tie Sanqi pondered for a while, and said, "Come back in three days."

Qin He thought about it and agreed.

Three days is three days, anyway, I don't plan to use it for the time being.

Suddenly another Anbagu was burned, God knows what Liu Changan will do.

After buying several hundred nails, Qin He left the blacksmith shop and headed for Tang Kee Restaurant.

Last night he burned a total of two corpses. The fire of the abyss shortened the time of burning the corpses by half. In the second half of the night, he was really bored so he ran out to get milk.

In the end, he got milk and got back a Dilu Titan.

In front is an ordinary transformed corpse, given six years of strength.

Added up, Qin He's internal strength is almost at the top.

In addition to the reward of burning the body, Anbagu also donated more than fifty taels of silver to Qin He.

Now Qin He.

very!

Have!

money!

More than fifty taels of silver is a small sum of money in this era.

If you have money, it is natural to feed the Wu Zang Temple first.

Walk up from Tang Kee Restaurant.

In the wind and clouds, noodles, shredded pork, roast goose, and roast duck can be made vigorously.

Three more jars of wine.

It cost more than twenty taels of silver.

Eating a big meal directly made Qin He's internal strength break through the first grade.

After eating and drinking, Qin He went to the mess hall again.

He spent money to hire a back wiper, and wiped his whole body clean.

After taking a bath, Qin He bought another piece of cloth, went to a tailor's shop, and ordered two clothes for himself.

Fortunately, my heart was tense, and I bought coarse linen, otherwise Qin He would be able to go back wearing mink fur if he let go.

no way.

Fifty taels must be spent as soon as possible.

Since ancient times, cremators have been unable to bear the aura of wealth, and Qin He didn't plan to break this rule until he understood what "God's Will" was.

Be careful to make the ten thousand year ship.

When he came out of the tailor shop, he saw that there were more than thirty taels of silver left in his pocket.

Qin He suddenly felt the annoyance of not knowing how to spend money for a while.

After rubbing his stomach, Qin He continued to eat.

For snacks, there are a lot of merchants coming and going from north to south on the canal wharf, and there are many snacks of all kinds. There is nothing wrong with it except that it is a little expensive.

But Qin He is not short of money today.

Let's eat candied haws first, then thirty skewers.

Then eat tofu nao, add a lot of honey, twenty bowls.

Fragrant fried pancakes, fifty.

Dried cheese from the grassland, dim sum from Yangzhou, candied fruit from Suzhou... Qin He eats it wherever he goes.

As he walked, Qin He came to the gate of the city.

The gate guards of the capital stopped at the city gate and were queuing up to enter the city. From time to time, some people were scolded to leave.

After the riot in the refugee camp, the government posted a notice at the gate of the city. There were a lot of it, and it boiled down to one sentence.

Poor ghosts without a capital account are not allowed to enter the city.

It is aimed at refugees and beggars from other places.

Chengwei looked at the appearance of the clothes, and listened to the accent, and there were basically no mistakes or omissions.

Although Qin He's clothes were a bit torn, they were clean, his back was straight, and he was full of energy.

The city gate just glanced at him, and told him to go in quickly, don't block the door.

This is the first time Qin He really entered the capital when he came to this world.

There are many shops and small buildings in the festivals, full of people and traffic.

Compared with those outside the city, the clothes of the crowd have also changed a lot, and there are many more colored clothes.

High houses and courtyards, red walls and green tiles, green brick paving, and the streets are clean.

The refugees and beggars were expelled, the fire was extinguished, and the dead bodies were collected. It seems that the capital has not changed, and the prosperity remains the same.

Only by standing in front of the ruins after the fire last night, can one feel the crisis behind the prosperity.

In the very center of the capital, the palace is surrounded by red walls and golden gates, resplendent and resplendent, the Forbidden Night, and tall buildings are majestic and solemn.

That is the heart of Dali's heart, the imperial city.

A faint light flashed in Qin He's eyes, the imperial city was full of divine light, which could compete with the rising sun, but just a quick glance made Qin He's eyes hurt, and the strong oppressive force blocked the flow of inner energy.

In the center of the divine light, there is a cloud of purple air surrounded by gray air, the purple air is not stretched, and the gray air is rolling.

This is a typical villainous side.

At this moment, an extremely sharp killing spirit poured out from the imperial city, like a sharp sword, directly slashing at Qin and Tianling Gai.

Qin He was shocked and didn't have time to think about it.

The inner strength rumbled, and the mana poured out, turning into water patterns on the Tianling Cap.

The killing spirit was blocked, Qin He took the opportunity to disappear in place with a flash of his feet.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, the bluestone ground on which Qin He was standing turned into powder.

Qin He hurriedly took a look at the qi technique, vaguely, he saw a golden dragon opened its eyes amidst the divine light.