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

Qin He was taken aback by his sudden thought.

no!

If this continues, he will become a "terrorist".

"Keep your heart, keep your heart!"

Qin He hurriedly threw these evil thoughts out of his mind.

I can't provoke a result that I may not be able to handle. If someone loses their life, it will break the bottom line.

On the road of pursuing strength, it is very important to keep the bottom line, otherwise one day, people will become demons and demons.

After thinking about it, Qin He realized that he had only one way to go.

That is to burn as many murderous corpses as possible to make up for the decline in rewards.

Especially those corpses in the center, even if they are suppressed, the rewards must not be bad.

Just as Qin He was thinking hard about how to burn these corpses without attracting attention, the one-eyed cremator's loud voice rang out: "Today's duty is over here, everyone go back to rest, and come back at five o'clock."

"Yes."

All the cremators responded one after another, then packed their things and left.

Only three men were left to guard the unburned bodies.

Wei Wu came in front of Qin He and the others, and said: "Take you to the place where you live, work for another day tomorrow, and you should be able to go back."

After speaking, he led Qin He and others to leave the cremation hall and went outside, pointing to a prison and said: "Someone will bring food in a while, you rest after eating, don't care about what you hear and see, Just sleep."

Several cremators hurriedly nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Wei Wu let everyone in, closed and locked the door and left.

The cremators looked tired, they just leaned or lay down, they worked for seven or eight hours in a row, they still stayed up late, they didn't eat or drink, they couldn't bear it anymore.

It should be almost noon outside now.

Although Qin He didn't feel tired at all, he wasn't good at being independent, so he also sat against the wall and looked at the environment.

The prison is very simple, but it is well equipped, including food, drink, and sleeping utensils. Compared with the name of the imperial prison, it can be regarded as a prison with good conditions.

The nearby prison was empty, and it seemed that the imperial prison did not treat people favorably.

Sitting in Qin He's position, you can see a corner of the stone gate of the crematorium.

After a while, a factory worker brought food, a big basket full of steamed stuffed buns and a bucket of water.

When the cremators saw it, their eyes went straight.

They were all refugees, and they finally went to the crematorium to work and live on steamed buns made of mixed noodles.

flour?

I dare not even think about it.

As soon as the factory clerk opened the door and put down the cage, several cremators couldn't wait to pounce on them, grabbed the buns and gorged themselves, rolling their eyes until they choked.

"The reincarnation of a starving ghost!"

Seeing this, the factory manager shook his head, locked it and left.

Qin He's stomach hadn't digested yet, and he didn't have much appetite, but he still ate more than a dozen.

I have to sigh, the treatment of eating imperial food is different.

It must not be a good thing for them if the factory worker can give it to this group of starving ghosts in their eyes, and the good things will only be kept for themselves.

Regardless of the dynasty, the rice bowls of the public are indeed the most delicious, and no one can starve to death.

A big steamed stuffed bun was enough for five cremators to eat, and all of them had round bellies.

"It would be great if we could get mixed up here to be on duty."

Eat and drink enough, a short cremator said with longing.

"I'm afraid it's a man!"

Another cremator with a square face shook his head and said: "This kind of job is for the well-connected officials' sons, so let's not think too much about it, what can enter the cremation hall, it's just a casual talk, donkey A working radish."

Several cremators felt that it made sense, and no one refuted it.

"It's fate that our brothers can get together. No matter how long we can hang out in the future, let's get to know each other. We may meet again at the bridgehead one day." The square-faced cremator said again.

After eating and drinking enough to recover a little energy, several people introduced themselves one after another.

The square-faced cremator was Tao Dayong, a native of Liaodong, who had fled from the capital city.

The short cremator's name is Li Ergou, from Ludi.

The other two were also of refugee origin, the last one was either the one who burned the dead body without burning the dead body talisman, and his name was Qian Mancang, from Cen County, Gyeonggi.

Tao Dayong was more talkative, and mysteriously whetted his appetite: "Do you know why there are so many corpses suddenly appearing in this cremation hall?"

Several cremators shook their heads, only Qian Mancang hesitated to speak, as if thinking of something, he restrained himself.

"Why?" Qin He asked.

He also found it strange that the cremation officers in the cremation hall were divided into two shifts. It stands to reason that even if they were cut in half by Ambagu's animal, it was only a little over a day, and it was impossible to accumulate so many corpses.

Something is wrong with this, something is wrong.

After Tao Dayong whetted his appetite, he carefully looked around, and said, "I heard people say that in the past half a year or so, the corpses sent to the capital from various places were often robbed on the road, and Feiyuwei dispatched troops to investigate After a long time, some of the robbed bodies were finally found in a temple."

After speaking, he pouted his lips towards the stone gate of the cremation hall, and said, "Here, the ones inside."

"The corpse was also robbed, and it was fierce and unlucky. What is this...?" Li Ergou's eyes widened when he heard this.

"You don't understand that."

Tao Dayong beamed and said: "These corpses are definitely useless to our suffering, but they are of great use to some evil spirits. It is said that they can use corpse sacrifices to make corpse puppets, which is very powerful."

Several cremators showed surprise on their faces.

Qin He glanced at Qian Mancang deliberately, and found that he didn't look surprised or curious, as if he knew about it.

"Where is that temple?"

Qin He was aroused. Someone robbing corpses must be a conspiracy. If he can find a nest of corpses, he will make a lot of money.

"It is said that it is Jing'an Temple in Li Niu Mountain. The Feiyuwei surrounded and suppressed it, and many people died." Tao Dayong whispered.

Qin He silently wrote down that Xindao had time to go and see if he could make a "windfall".

Li Niu Mountain is not far from here, just over a day's journey.

It's fine to grab the corpse, and it's so close to the capital, I really don't know who is so bold.

Afterwards, Qin He asked a few more questions. Tao Dayong obviously only knew so much, so the topic changed.

After chatting and chatting, they went back to Feiyuwei, Li Ergou asked: "Aren't there two cremation halls in Feiyuwei, and where is the other one?"

"Feiyuwei actually only has one cremation hall, and the other one is not called the cremation hall, but the town corpse hall. It was a mistake from the outside world." At this time, Qian Mancang, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"The town corpse hall?" Li Ergou continued to ask.

Although being a cremator is precarious, he still has enough curiosity about the information in this industry.

"It's behind the big iron gate inside." Qian Mancang whispered.

"what?"

Several cremators were taken aback.