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

A brawl lasted for half an hour before it ended.

Two groups of reinforcements came from each side, basically all of them came out.

Qin He's eyes watched all directions, his ears listened to all directions, and he watched the scene carefully.

A total of seventeen people died, and the eight who were fatally injured must not be cured, and the number of those with minor injuries and fatal injuries was beyond counting.

The yamen servants from Dongcheng Bingma Division had arrived as early as the first wave of reinforcements. A total of twenty people came, eleven of whom bought melon seeds, seven bought salted beans, and six bought candied haws.

Eighteen of the melon seeds I knocked are bitter.

Bah, profiteer!

After the battle ended, the battle field was in a mess, the minor and serious injuries were taken away by their respective gangs, and the dead bodies were left behind.

The yamen servant was in charge of the aftermath, and brought three carts to take the corpse away, and the matter was over.

The common people were addicted to their eyes, the vendors sold out their groceries, and the gdp of the Da Li Dynasty increased a little bit.

Most of the people who died were refugees from outside, Lifu, and they were all bachelors, and there would not even be a mourner when they died.

They had clearly been to the busy canal pier, but after a fight, it seemed like they had never been there.

...

Qin He grinned and walked back, his mouth was a little uncomfortable, the melon seed shell got stuck between the back molars.

The tongue knows where it is, but the hands cannot touch it.

Seeing a clump of thorns beside the road, he hurried over and pulled out a thorn as a toothpick.

This scene was not eye-catching, but it made the young servant in Tsing Yi, who was passing by Qin He, frown slightly.

Not far away, a swordsman at a tea stand raised his head and drank the tea, checked out and left.

Farther away, a long tube mirror was quietly retracted from the window.

"The way he bared his teeth doesn't look like a master, just like a dog." Inside the room, the woman in Tsing Yi shook her head and put down the long mirror, frowning into the word Chuan.

"Senior Sister, the cremators are also poor people, and our Holy Cult doesn't like to hurt people like this." The woman in white took the long tube mirror, her almond eyes were slightly annoyed.

"The Flying Fish Guards dispatched must have discovered that the slaves had gone to the crematorium."

"But the problem is that the crematorium was calm last night. Where did the slaves go? This executioner always kills wherever he goes." The woman in Tsing Yi ignored the woman in white and went on her own analysis.

"Senior Sister, no matter how strong a torture slave is, he is still alone. Two fists are no match for four hands. Maybe he didn't go to the crematorium at all, but instead lurked with a feint shot." The woman in white took over the conversation.

"Maybe." The woman in Tsing Yi nodded.

This scene is constantly happening around the Dongcheng Burning Corpse.

The flying fish guards suddenly surrounded the Dongcheng crematorium, focusing the eyes of many people, both in the open and in the dark.

Although Qin He couldn't see anyone, he also felt this focus.

Obviously, it was right to be cautious about not going to the mass grave today.

After sending away Di Lu, a century-old snake fairy and the number one executioner, how could Di Lu give up?

Tolerating a moment of calm is not because I am afraid, but because I like ease.

...

I went back to the crematorium for a day, during which I went to see Li Zizi once.

As darkness approached, the corpses came.

A total of twenty corpses.

The villain trio was as low-minded as ever, and only gave Qin He one.

Qin He still endured it.

"when!"

A gong sounded.

The crematoriums closed and locked for the first time, and the day's work began again.

Qin He lifted the shroud and took a look.

Huh, fate.

It turned out to be one of the people who died in the fight between the Sanjiang Gang and the Caohe Gang during the day.

The deceased twenty-year-old was young and strong, with strong bones and callused hands. He looked like a good hand for life on the water.

Two eyeballs popped out angrily, and I don't know why they died.

Dressed in linen and filial piety, clear water to purify the corpse.

After checking, Qin He found no obvious wounds on the body.

It is very ominous for the deceased not to close his eyes, and it is probably because of this that he was sent to the crematorium.

Thoughtful, Qin He untied the clothes of the deceased.

Take a look, good guy!

The egg is broken!

The two egg yolks slipped out of the nest and fell into the pants.

Tease the legs!

It was quite vicious, not only shattering the egg, but also obviously fractured the root of the leg.

Nine times out of ten, it is the legs of those with strong inner strength.

No wonder the two eyeballs popped out angrily, they were pained to death.

"Don't be particular, don't be particular." Qin He shook his head speechlessly.

It was easy to find the wound, Qin He made two eggs with noodles and hung them back for him, then sewed the bird's nest and eyelids, and the corpse was almost disposed of.

Move the corpse to the furnace, read the language of the corpse, light the fire and burn the coals, and blow the wind to burn the corpse.

The corpse was very quiet, and there was not much resentment, but a pair of eyes staring frighteningly.

In the middle of the night, every inch of the body was turned into ashes.

Through shadow play, Qin He knew the identity of the deceased.

The name of the deceased was Zheng Laosan, and he was another person who didn't even have a proper name.

Needless to say, he came from a poor family, but he is not a refugee, but a poor local boy. He did a lot of sneaking things when he was young, and later joined the Caohe Gang and became a boatman.

Traveling south and north with the boatman, he slowly boiled it until he became a small head, with four or five people in charge of him.

This kind of life shadow puppetry is actually quite boring to Qin He.

This is the life of a typical bankrupt commoner in Dali, with little talent and nothing outstanding.

Zheng Laosan's life consisted of sailing boats, collecting money, gambling dice and drinking flower wine, and getting into fights and fights with other gangs every now and then.

Not a good person, but not too bad, until today he was kicked to death with a kick.

Although Zheng Laosan's life history is nothing special, a scene in the movie that has nothing to do with Zheng Laosan aroused Qin He's interest.

In Zheng Laosan's shadow puppet show, he actually saw Liu Chang'an, the left servant of the Ministry of War, disguised and sneaky several times.

The locations are all Ling'an Lane, which is the only way for Zheng Laosan to go home.

Ling'an Lane is a very dilapidated place. A few years ago, Di Lu's meticulous work killed more than half of the people in the entire alley. In recent years, there have been frequent rumors of hauntings, and some people have seen corpses haunting there.

Every time Zheng Laosan passed by, he was terrified and never dared to stay longer.

The dignified Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of War, a third-rank official of the imperial court, had nothing to do and ran there in disguise. If there was nothing to do here, Qin He dared to live broadcast explosive eggs like Zheng Laosan.

However, Qin He was just aroused by curiosity, and had no other thoughts.

Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.

Even after the technological explosion, the lives of ordinary people are still difficult.

eternal.

The rise and fall of the world will be determined by the meat eaters.

I am just a cremator, why worry about eating carrots.

The trial was weighed, and the man in black opened his mouth: "Fly camps and dogs are disturbing, and there is no rest. How many dynasties have been stormed, and a thousand years are a blink of an eye."

Looking at the man in black who was slowly disappearing, Qin He realized that this is not a system, but a real existence.

Sometimes when there is interest, the man in black will comment on the deceased, and sometimes when he is not interested, he just reads a few sentences, but it doesn't make much sense, and he has nothing to do with the deceased.

As for the information about the man in black, there is still almost no information at present, only that it should come from a place called "Abyss".

A few days ago, Zhang Jinkou said to Qin He: "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you."

I don't know if this is a reminder or a warning.

Closer to home, this kind of thinking is destined to have no results, and we will talk about what happens in the future.

For Qin He, the most important thing right now is the reward.

Reward: Firestone.