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

Wei Wu swore that if he found the Great Immortal Cyan Bull in the future, he would drown him in cow dung.

Let you have nothing to poke cow dung, you pervert!

Wei Wu didn't make this oath casually, he was really planning to find someone.

In order to express his apology, Chang Wen told him the size of the finger that Immortal Qingniu poked shit.

Different from ordinary people, to put it bluntly, it is fat, and it is not ordinary fat.

Ah!

In troubled times, if you want to find a skinny ghost, there are everywhere in the street.

But you are looking for a fat man.

That's not much.

...

With the sun rising and the wind blowing, Qin He was lying on the carriage with his legs crossed, in a good mood.

The biggest goal of this trip has been achieved, and the merit has accumulated to 40,000, and it is still increasing.

The few cremators were also very happy.

Everyone secretly hid a bag of white flour steamed buns.

It was almost dawn on the day when Feiyuwei broke camp, and the kitchen had prepared food for the entire camp.

But the time to pull out the camp was in a hurry, and I didn't even bother to take it with me.

Therefore, the cremator of the Dongcheng crematorium who stayed behind was all taken advantage of.

Everyone has a round stomach, and walks around when they can't eat.

After two or three days of storage, Qin He could smell it, but the cremators still regarded it as a treasure.

It was also discussed that each person would gather two steamed buns as a gift for the eight cremators who stayed at the crematorium.

Poor people in troubled times never think bad.

On the way back to the city, flying fish warriors roared to and fro, and horses raised dust.

In contrast, Wucheng Bingmasi was like a drooping old man, walking slowly to Fang County for a day and a night, and returning to the capital for a day and a night.

As the sun slanted west, Qin He and his party finally returned to the crematorium.

The entire crematorium was quiet, and no one came out to greet them, or came out to take a curious look.

"Guapier, you also said to give them some white flour steamed buns, if you don't give them, you won't give them."

When Old Liang looked at it, he suddenly felt sullen. He had imagined the scene of "returning home" long ago, and took out the wine he kept in his possession while drinking and bragging about the beauty of his trip to Fang County.

But this situation...beautiful and lonely.

"No more."

"If you don't give it, I won't give it either."

Liu Sanjin and Li Zizi were also upset, and they redistributed the steamed buns they had just donated.

Qin He looked at the empty crematorium, and felt slightly relieved.

In the air, there seemed to be a bloody smell lingering.

At this time, the door of the duty room opened, and Yang Baitou came out.

"Old Yang, where are the others?" Xu Changshou asked.

"died."

Yang Baitou was silent for a moment, and said two words.

The sound was not loud, but it exploded like thunder.

The atmosphere froze at this moment, Xu Changshou's face changed drastically, and he asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"The night before yesterday, Dilu's spy attacked here..."

According to Yang Baitou's narration, everyone knew what happened the night before yesterday.

The process is very simple, but it is enough to make all cremators feel desolate.

Di Lu's secret work suddenly attacked the Dongcheng crematorium, entering the room one by one to kill people. Ling Zhonghai, Gao Linkun, and Li Tie fled immediately when they saw the situation, and escaped by chance.

But the cremators who were locked in the crematorium were not so lucky, and all of them were killed.

The Dongcheng crematorium became dead overnight, and by the time Ling Zhonghai and the other three returned with Feiyuwei, Dilu Xizuo had already fled.

"Everyone is free tonight. The three of Ling Zhonghai went to Bingmasi to get a new cremator, and they can start work tomorrow." Yang Baitou said, and after speaking, he exchanged a few words with Xu Changshou, shook his head and went down. worth it.

All the cremators looked at me, and I looked at you, with blank faces.

Only one cremator was killed when the corpse jumped at people, and one was killed when Di Lu attacked.

In this world, people are much scarier than corpses.

No one said anything more, Shen Mo went back to his own crematorium.

Dilu's attack brought the cremators back to reality who had just had a glimmer of longing for the future.

Qin He also returned to the crematorium.

A few days later, the crematorium was covered with dust, but everything was still the same as it was before Qin He left.

Di Lu's purpose was to kill people, and he did not set fire or rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Lying on the bedding with his head pillowed, Qin He felt a flame flickering in his heart.

There are two ultimate philosophical questions in this world that can solve 90% of the troubles.

One is none of your business.

One is none of my business.

Since Qin He saved a woman who almost killed himself, he has taken it as his motto.

Always be alert.

He is just a cremator, the lowest level picker in the Great Li Dynasty.

Burning corpses every day to get rewards is comfortable enough.

The cremator, one after another, will be killed by the corpse if he is not killed by Di Lu.

Why do you care so much? It didn't happen to me again.

Eight low lives, two missing front teeth, speech leakage, two stuttering, stuttering and don't know how Bingma Si likes them, three are covered with rotten sores, it's scary to look at, and one is deaf. Giggling at people, a mouthful of feces and yellow teeth can suffocate people to death.

"Bad life, die early and be reborn early!"

Qin He cursed, rolled up the bedding, and went to sleep.

After a day and a night, I'm tired.

After a long time, Xu Changshou opened the door and came in. Seeing Qin He sleeping, he sighed, turned around and left, and whispered, "What kind of shit is this?"

After the door closed, Qin He opened his eyes.

He got up and searched inside the house, carefully searching, and finally, he found a gap on the big iron gate.

Very fresh, cut out with a knife.

It was caused by a Di Lu who broke the iron lock and broke in.

When Qin He saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Since you hacked down my big iron gate, then it's nothing to worry about."

Taking out a big black shovel from the creaking hole, Qin He leaped out from the roof, flickered and disappeared without a trace.