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

"Have you seen it?"

"Yes, the nephew of the left servant of the Ministry of War was already dead when he was delivered."

"Burned?"

"Burned."

"I didn't burn it, I fell asleep that night."

"Oh."

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, just asking."

Luo Jiu sat across from Qin He, looked at the food on the table, and asked, "Can we eat together, I'm a little hungry."

"Can."

Qin He turned around and picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed them over.

"thanks."

Luo Jiu took it, picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, then picked up another piece of beef and put it in his mouth, frowning slightly, spat it out.

"what is this?"

"beef."

"What smell?"

"Spicy."

"Very novel."

Qin He ignored him, and Feng Juanyunyun ate up the remaining beef and steamed buns.

Luo Jiu didn't seem to have a good appetite, so he only finished eating the steamed buns in his hand.

"Are you full?" Luo Jiu asked.

"I am full."

"Okay, you will have strength when you are full."

"what?"

"nothing."

Luo Jiu shook his head, untied the backpack behind him, and spread it out. Inside were rows and rows of various tools such as knives, scissors, pliers, gold needles, and iron hammers.

Carved in Xiangyin, polished and bright, you can tell that it is made of fine steel at a glance.

"What is this for?" Qin He asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon."

Luo Jiu smiled slightly, and tapped Qin He's chest seven times in a flash.

Acupuncture to fix the body.

Qin He immediately stood still and could not move.

Luo Jiu took out the rope again, tied Qin He to the beam in a big font, and asked with a chuckle, "Do you know how many tortures there are in this world?"

Qin He looked at his tied hands and shook his head.

"Four hundred and sixty-eight species."

"so much?"

"There are more than one hundred and seventy-eight kinds of torturing the body, one hundred and ten kinds of tormenting the spirit, and one hundred and eighty kinds of tormenting the soul."

"Then how many kinds do you know?"

"I know two hundred and eighty-eight kinds."

"Two hundred and eighty-eight, exactly the total amount of physical and mental torture?"

"You're quick at arithmetic, not like a cremator."

"The cremator is just poor, not mentally ill. Let me tell you, there are a lot of talents here, and everyone speaks nicely. Like me, I don't want to leave here."

"Hehe, this is a novelty, but I still don't think you are a cremator."

"why?"

"You are not afraid of me, even if I showed the torture tool, Liu Cang died in your hands, right?" Luo Jiu's eyes gradually became sharper.

"It seems that I still can't hide it. Well, I have a showdown. It died in my hands." Qin He shook his head and sighed.

"Dare to be brave, you are a man."

"Is there any preferential treatment?"

"You are allowed to choose one kind of torture, so that the time will be shorter and the pain will be relieved. Of course, it is all torture after all, and you still have to suffer. In addition, you have also seen that it came in a hurry. There are only these torture tools, not every kind of torture. They all meet the conditions, you choose first, if not, we will change."

Luo Jiu gently stroked the instrument of torture with his hands, as if stroking the girl's skin.

"Your knives are too scary. If there is any soul, we don't use knives."

"Hiss, I haven't tried the soul aspect yet."

"Won't?"

"There is no condition, it is the punishment of the underworld, and it cannot be used in the world."

"So, how about... I send you to school?"

"Um."

Luo Jiu raised his head sharply.

"Whoosh!"

During Setsuna, Qin He opened his mouth, and a nail shot out of his mouth instantly, piercing the center of his eyebrows as close as Chi Chi, and the inscription pattern on it glowed red.

"Nine tools for suppressing corpses, golden needle technique?"

A look of disbelief appeared on Luo Jiu's face, and he said, "Hasn't the gold needle making technique been lost for hundreds of years?"

"Really, it has been lost for so long?"

As Qin He spoke, his skeletal muscles crackled, and his hands were pulled out from the place where they were bound.

"Bone Shrinking Skill?" Luo Jiu's face was even more surprised.

"Little trick, I hope you didn't surprise you too much." Qin He twisted his wrist and grinned.

"Not to mention, it's just a corpse nail."

Luo Jiu's eyes suddenly became fierce, and the corpse nail between his eyebrows flicked out with inner strength.

However, one out, a hundred in.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk...!"

With a flick of Qin He's hand, hundreds of corpse nails instantly nailed him into a hedgehog.

"There are so many?"

The fierceness on Luo Jiu's face froze, and he fell on his back, kicking up a cloud of dust.

One corpse nail can be carried, but a hundred corpse nails is enough to overwhelm Mount Tai.

Qin He's face slowly appeared from above: "Tsk tsk, Xingnu, the first executioner of Dilu's eight prisons, really has two brushes."

The ferocity on Luo Jiu's face gradually receded, and she asked in surprise, "Do you recognize me?"

"I know."

"Can we still discuss it?"

"cannot."

Qin He shook his head seriously.

"It was fine when I came, and I can't go back. I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

Luo Jiu sighed, and slowly closed his eyes.

Qin He bent down, threw Luo Jiu into the cremator, arranged Luo Jiu's clothes habitually, and put his bamboo hat on his chest, and asked, "I usually don't burn living people, so I don't burn people." I often ask, do you have any last words?"

Luo Jiu opened her eyes, "That set of torture instruments is my favorite, can it be buried with me?"

"Okay, arrange it." Qin He nodded.

After adding coal and oil, and lighting a match, Qin He thought for a while, then tilted his head and asked, "Is it torture if I set fire to a living person?"

"It doesn't count." Luo Jiu said firmly.

"How to say?"

"Torture is a craft. If you don't want to die, if you don't know how to do it well, it's meaningless if you die before the torture is finished. Torture wants to get something, not a meaningless corpse. "

"Then what do you mean, I have to be roasted slowly to be considered torture?"

"Uh... can you pretend I didn't say it?"

"it is good."

The flames ignited.

The first executioner of the eight prisons, famous in Liaodong, came to an end in room 7 of the crematorium in the remote east of the city.

Everyone in the world thought that Xing Nu was a bearded and angry man with big eyes and copper bells, but he was actually a white-faced young man with a gentle appearance. His real name was Luo Jiu.

Even Qin He didn't expect it before Luo Jiu spread the torture tools.

He and the pig in Journey to the West, Conquering the Demons just missed the oil on his face.

As for how did Qin He know that he was a torture slave?

Of course, I learned about it through the shadow puppet show of Liu Cang, the snake fairy. I know that there is such a person, but I have never seen it before.

The criminal slave once successfully completed the difficult interrogation of the "dead man in Guanning", and the information he obtained directly reversed the outcome of the Liaodong War. He made great contributions to the establishment of today's Di Luxiong's domination of Liaodong, and was specially titled by the chief Di Lu "Slave".

At the same time, Xing Nu is also a strong internal force, the number one master of Di Lu's Eight Parts Platoon.

This trip south was ordered to investigate Liu Cang's death.

However, he and Liu Cang encountered the same tragedy, that is, they met the monster Qin He.

Pulling the bellows, Qin He pumped air into the crematorium.

In this way, a lot of coal can be saved, and at the same time, the exhaust gas can be reduced to avoid regeneration.

Judging from the situation of the criminal slaves, Di Lu didn't know his existence at all, and the criminal slaves only came to investigate.

Too much coal consumption is easy to show off, because the amount of coal in each crematorium is determined according to the number of corpses burned, and the smoke is even worse. However, cooking by yourself can be regarded as a cover-up.

Qin He already had half a hundred internal energy, the wind blew non-stop, the coals were burning red, and soon the slave's body was turned into coke.

In the middle of the moon, the huge gray and white curtain is slowly falling, and the sound of wooden clappers piercing through the dim light is swaying.

Through the interpretation of shadow puppets, Qin He witnessed the life of the prison slave.