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

Qin He saw a rotten face with not a single inch of good skin visible.

If it weren't for the figure and clothes to be recognizable, Qin He wouldn't dare to recognize people.

All the skin on the face was gone, replaced by black bumps the size of soybeans.

At first glance, it looks like a toad's skin, which is shocking.

In the morning, Xu Changshou carried a bucket of ashes and said that Ma Tuzi had incinerated them.

In other words, Ma Tuzi was not killed by a corpse.

The cause of death is a mystery.

According to the rules, Ma Tuzi's body should be handed over to the Flying Fish Guard, and that's where the corpse was transported in the morning.

I don't know why I went back home again.

The question is obvious, but it's also obvious that there won't be an answer for now.

Qin He always thinks when he can figure it out, and puts it aside when he can't figure it out.

Two hundred town corpses were nailed to the hand, Wu Ying was skillful in his hands, and the soldiers came to block the water and cover them with soil.

Whatever it is, just do it.

Wearing hemp and filial piety, first clean up the body of Ma Tuzi.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, the face is completely rotten, so I can only make do with a lime brush to restore the normal "skin color", so as not to be unrecognizable.

Clean it up, put the corpse on the stove, and read the saying to the corpse that I don’t know whether it is useful or useless: Don’t worry about the journey, you will be reborn in bliss and wealth, don’t blame yourself for purging yourself with three fires, lest insects will harm you, the little craftsman wears Hemp and cloth, I will change your clothes for you to go on the road, and you will lie down on the Sanqing Terrace, don't let the time pass.

Light the fire and burn the coals, blow the wind and burn the corpse.

"Ho Ho~~"

When the stove was on fire, Ma Tuzi suddenly opened his mouth, and a scream came out of his throat.

When he turned his eyes, he saw a pair of scarlet blood eyes, with cracked fangs, ready to pounce on someone.

"Snapped!"

It was greeted with a slap like lightning.

Ma Tuzi slammed back heavily.

A corpse nail was pierced between the eyebrows.

Fifteen years of strength, ten years of Taoist blessings, the inscriptions on the pierced corpse nails glowed red, making Ma Tuzi feel black.

Qin He's eyelids twitched wildly, my good fellow, this corpse is not ordinary.

The mouth has long fangs, and the fingers produce sharp blades.

The corpse nail nailed between the eyebrows is rapidly melting and becoming thinner.

Without further ado, the "Papa Papa" Shadowless Hand started, patting fifty nails on the murderous corpse before stopping.

In the wretched development period, be cautious.

One corpse nail suppressed the murderous corpse, fifty nails down, the corpse could not move at all.

The scarlet in the eyes receded slowly, and when he spat out his sharp teeth, a mouthful of green misfortune slowly floated up, washed away by the heat wave of the furnace, and dissipated in mid-air.

The so-called calamity gas is the last breath exhaled by a person after death. The vegetation will wither if it is contaminated, and the contamination of humans and animals will range from serious illness to death.

As soon as the calamity is exhaled, it means that the person is completely dead.

Ma Tuzi's body changed violently, and it was because of the bad breath entangled in his throat.

As for the reason, it can only look at the interpretation of shadow puppets.

Everything is in order.

Two hours later, the murderous corpse was completely reduced to ashes.

The gray and white curtain fell, and the wooden pole moved the shadow puppet, interpreting Ma Tuzi's life.

Ma Tuzi's name was Ma Wu, and he knew it from the name. He came from a poor background and didn't even have a proper name.

His parents were tenant farmers of the landlord's family, and he had a total of seven children, five sons and two daughters.

With so many mouths, it is difficult to support even a year with good weather, not to mention the severe floods and droughts in Yudi in the past 20 years.

The two older sisters were sold as maidservants, and the four big brothers starved to death.

All in all, Ma Tuzi's life was slightly better, and he adopted him early to make incense for a childless family member.

The clan relatives were butchers, and Ma Tuzi naturally became a butcher.

Walking from village to household, running here and there, barely able to fill my stomach, meeting a more generous family, and occasionally eating some offal meat, life is much better than the original family.

Just like that, Ma Tuzi followed his stepfather, that clan's relative, to kill pigs for more than ten years.

His stepfather treated him fairly well. He saved some money from his teeth in the past ten years, built a tile-roofed house, and married him a daughter-in-law.

But just like many innocent people in the troubled times, when the torrential floods in the troubled times swept across the earth, the fate of the individual was like a leaf of duckweed in the storm, which was destroyed in an instant.

Ma Tuzi will never forget the night when the rebel army crossed the border, the mighty torches illuminated the sky red, the force was like locusts, and the people were like evil spirits.

After one night, everything that could enter the stomach was swept away, and everything that could be burned was reduced to ashes.

The village was completely destroyed, and Ma Tuzi could only follow the rebel army like most people, with his stepfather and daughter-in-law, and was dragged aimlessly to other places.

The journey was difficult, hunger and cold, stepfather died of illness, and daughter-in-law was also lost.

Ma Tuzi also met his biological parents' family on the road, but they were lost in the rebel army in an instant like the light smoke in the field.

In the end, the only thing left by Ma Tuzi's side was a butcher's knife inherited from his stepfather.

It didn't take long for the rebel army to be defeated by the official army, and the corpses were scattered all over the field. Ma Tuzi escaped his life by chance, and followed some experienced refugees who had escaped from the famine all the way north along the canal to the Tongzhou Wharf, the place where grain is stored in the capital.

After starving for several days in the refugee camp, like most cremators, Ma Tuzi came to the crematorium through official contacts.

With an evil spirit and countless butcher's knives, Ma Tuzi had a smooth life in burning corpses, and even the obviously mutated corpses could be calmed down.

For Ma Tuzi, half a year in the crematorium was a life that only a landlord can live, with a house, food, and a lot of leisure time.

However, the meal of burning corpses requires life after all, and there has never been an exception.

The shadow puppet show came last night, Ma Tuzi successfully burned the corpse, suddenly felt a chill down his back, and instinctively turned his head to look back.

He saw a handkerchief with a red fangsed ghost head printed on it.

The handkerchief was slammed onto his face, glowing red and full of fishy smell. Immediately after a burst of severe pain, the performance stopped abruptly.

The shadow lamp captures the soul, the trial weighs, the man in the black robe opens his mouth: he is busy, gathering and parting, sorrows and joys in the world, turning his head into nothingness.

The water marks dissipated, and a skill book appeared in Qin He's mind: Flying Needle Technique.

Note: A flying needle pierces a poplar with a hundred shots and a hundred hits.

After learning the skills, the bones and muscles crackled, and a lot of flying needle practice and actual combat experience filled my mind. With a flick of my hand, ten iron nails were nailed to the beam in a neat line. The roots are submerged, and the flying dust is shaken off half of the room.

Qin He is secretly delighted, this skill is a perfect match with the golden needle making technique and the shadowless hand.

With a casual flick, it's not just a flying needle, it's like a rainstorm.

In the future, there is no need to shoot the corpse with your hands. If the corpse is poisoned, it will easily capsize the gutter.

The force has been greatly improved, and it can nail both corpses and people.

After trying a few more times, Qin He calmed down.

Ma Tuzi, this is his own life.

The handkerchief that killed Ma Tuzi was the one in the female corpse's hand yesterday, and the coldness behind her was exactly the same.

The difference is that he didn't look back after beating himself to death last night, but Ma Tuzi did.

Two choices, two endings.

If he turned around, it would be his own body that Ma Tuzi burned tonight.

As for the cause of death, he was skinned alive by that bloody ghost head, and his yang energy was also sucked dry.

The fine black bumps on Ma Tuzi's face were formed by the blood seeping from the blood vessels after the skin disappeared, and the person died quickly.

Qin He didn't know what the handkerchief was, and why it appeared in the female corpse's hand. The most important thing was that it never appeared in the female corpse's shadow play.

I can't figure it out, I don't know if there is a flaw in the interpretation of the shadow puppetry, or it has nothing to do with the female corpse at all.

It's so weird.