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

Qin He grinned all of a sudden.

If you do it yourself to have enough food and clothing, that slap is worth it.

Lockpicking: Learn this technique, and there will be no difficult locks in the world.

Fangzhongshu: After learning this technique, you will become a bully with silver guns, so it doesn't matter if you are beautiful for three thousand in one night.

Studying decisively, Qin He immediately became familiar with 168 lockpicking techniques and 230 in-room techniques. The latter is not only a technique, but also a skill that can be cultivated.

A noodle can pierce all the locks of Dali Dynasty, and a silver spear can give birth to nine sons.

Qin He called it amazing, which is too amazing.

Qin He is very much looking forward to the day when all kinds of skills in the world will be useful sooner or later, especially the latter one.

It is said that the old alley only needs fifty Wen.

It's been so many days, Li Zizi must have been there, right?

Go and ask tomorrow?

Let Li Zizi lead the way?

He doesn't want to treat himself, does he?

Thinking wildly, Qin He added the last shovel of coal to the cremator, lay down on the bedding, and gradually fell asleep.

Although the inner strength is much stronger, but if I don't sleep for a few days, my mind will still feel tired.

On the cremation stage, the old Xiong's family of three were reduced to ashes inch by inch under the heat of the embers.

Qin He didn't know, but when he was sleeping deeply, two black figures wearing pointed hats, one black and one white, flashed above the cremator. Three phantoms were drawn out of the ashes, and then disappeared in a flash.

There are so many good and evil things in the world, no one can tell who is right and who is wrong.

That's the job of Hades.

...

"Oh oh oh..."

The sky was getting bright, and the east was pale, and it was another sunny day.

The crowing of the cock awakened the sleeping canal pier.

A gong sounded at the crematorium.

"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

The big iron gates of the crematorium were opened one after another, but no one reported the funeral, and it was another Christmas Eve.

Qin He turned over and got up, stretched his muscles and bones, and shoveled the ashes with residual heat into the bucket.

The villain trio greeted Qin He at the door as usual, and when they saw that Qin He was still alive, they looked a little suspicious of life.

When all the cremators saw Qin He, they all gave a thumbs up and greeted Qin He with "good luck, Brother Qin".

After Qin He walked away, he sighed again: "It's just a pity that my brain is not working well, and I'm afraid it won't last for a few days."

Qin He is naturally unaware. In life, isn't it just to laugh at others, and to be laughed at by others.

After handing over the ashes, another forty-five Wen was paid. The crematorium never defaulted on this aspect, and the copper coins were yellow and clear, and their quality was better than the money on the market.

Someone claimed the ashes of the three members of the Xiong family. It was an infant child, the one who was born by Pahuier. He was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety and was carried by the housekeeper for collection.

The butler was tall and thin, with no anger on his face, but bright eyes. He was the one who reported to Xiong Wenlang that Xiong Jiu and Liu Siniang were conspiring to kill him.

Qin He suddenly remembered that when Xiong Wenlang slipped, it seemed that he had stepped on oil or wax.

How could there be that thing at the top of the stairs?

Butler, youngest son, ten thousand wealth?

"Tsk."

Qin He tilted his head, not quite sure, nor could he make sense of it.

But he has a good habit of not thinking about it if he can't figure it out.

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.

That's right, none of my business.

I love it so much.

Qin He is just a cremator, nothing else.

At least he thought so himself.

What, with great power comes great responsibility?

Sorry, but the person who said that would not be born until a thousand years later.

No, does not exist, don't talk nonsense.

...

After shaking the forty-five copper coins that were a little heavy in his hand, Qin He added five more and walked towards Li Zizi's room No. 17.

Just thinking about how to speak, it turned out that Lao Liangtou and Liu Sanjin were inside, surrounding Li Zizi.

The old guard at the gate, Yang Baitou, is applying medicine to Li Xizi's eyes.

In addition to the four officials who are on duty at night, there is also an official who watches the gate during the day at the crematorium, which is Yang Baitou.

Yang Baitou has gray hair and is over 60 years old. The gatekeeper, clerk, and doctor are shoulder to shoulder. He usually has no sense of presence. Qin He has been here for almost a month. He has never spoken to him, and he doesn't know him. What's your name.

"Uncle Liang, what's wrong with Uncle Li?" Qin He asked the old Liangtou who was crowded on the outermost edge.

"It's right, tell him not to save money, don't save money, it's good this time, if he gets hurt, he will die sooner or later if he saves money again." Old Liangtou cursed with hatred.

"Have you suffered?"

Qin He was taken aback for a moment, he had seen this thing called disaster gas once, and it was the time when he burned the horse butcher.

The so-called calamity breath is the last breath a person exhales before death. When the calamity breath is exhaled, it means that the person is completely dead.

Vegetation and trees will wither if they are contaminated, and human and animal contamination can range from serious illness to serious illness, or even death.

"Is it serious?" Qin He asked again.

"It's not bad if he didn't take his life on the spot. Now that he's deaf, whether he can get over it depends on whether his life is hard or not." Old Liang said, pointing at Liu Sanjin and cursing: "You too , looking for a dead ghost, if Brother Qin hadn't blocked a disaster for you last night, you would all have died, so save money or save money."

Liu Sanjin waved his hands in fright, "If you don't save your money, if you don't save your money, you will spend all your copper coins today."

Qin He couldn't help but feel a chill on the back of his head when he heard this.

Before the slap last night, the villain trio had discussed to distribute the two extra corpses to Li Zizi and Liu Sanjin.

If it wasn't for his own slap, Li Zizi and Liu Sanjin would most likely have to die as Old Liangtou said.

Qin He couldn't help but hissed, and looked up at the sky.

Is there really some kind of transcendent will in this world?

This will stipulates that the cremator cannot get money and lose his life?

At this moment, Qin He suddenly felt that the copper coins in his hand were a little hot.

...

After leaving the crematorium, Qin He went to the market.

What are you doing?

spend money to go.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

God knows what's going on, it's a wretched developmental stage, so you can't mess around.

Anyway, money is used to spend, and it is spent whenever it is spent, so there is no need to fight against God.

I have no enmity with God, and God seems to treat me pretty well.

After thinking about it halfway, Qin He planned to buy a pot first.

Judging by Li Zizi's situation, there is no need to go to Laoxiangkou for a short time, so let's improve the food.

Zamian steamed buns have long made me want to vomit, and there are not many things that suit my taste on the market. I will have the opportunity to make them myself in the future.

Since you want to cook, you must first have a pot.

Qin He went to the grocery market first, and bought a large iron pot for six hundred yuan.

Honestly, it's really expensive.

Qin He didn't expect this iron pot to be so expensive.

I bought a pot and a catty of salt, and went for more than a hundred wen.

The last little copper coins left bought iron nails.

From then on, the scattered silver in Qin He's pocket plus the copper coins he saved these days were all spent.

Carrying the cauldron and walking back, passing by the gate of the cattle shop.

Qin He found that there were many people gathered at the entrance of the cattle store, and there was a booth with a cow's head hanging on it.

He was cutting beef with that.