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

Ling Zhonghai: "..."

Can this be tolerated?

can.

Behind people!

What about in front of people?

cannot!

Absolutely not!

All the cremators are here, if they don't get mad, how can they be the little leader of the crematorium?

It’s not okay to treat guests after dinner!

No matter how small a leader is, he is still a leader, so don't take a village official as a cadre.

"You bastard, today I'm going to kill you grandson!" Ling Zhonghai threw the urn and flew into the air. He breathed out a burst of fragrance at Qin He, and pulled out half of the knife, and was caught by Li Tie and Gao Lin. Kun held back tightly.

"Boss, calm down!~, his brain is sick again!"

"You can't be as knowledgeable as a fool, and the cremator can't cut it!"

Xu Changshou was also dumbfounded, good guy, a urn was thrown on someone's head.

What's the matter?

How can I say that Xu Changshou is a good enough friend to be a friend? In this situation, he went up to say good things to Qin He, and pulled Qin He to apologize to Ling Zhonghai.

When he thought about it, this silly boy did have a way of burning corpses. Ordinary corpses couldn't help him, but what about the plague?

This thing doesn't care if your horoscope is hard or not.

Don't be sent to Fang County by the angry Ling Zhonghai.

result……

Afraid of what would happen, Qin He raised his head: "I didn't mean it, cheapskate."

That arrogant look.

Xu Changshou almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, hey, big brother, what should I do to save you?

Not to mention Ling Zhonghai, whose lungs were about to explode, pointed at Qin He and shouted: "You will be the tenth one. You go to Fang County for me, and death will be counted."

"And you!"

Ling Zhonghai pointed at Xu Changshou again, "The four of us don't need to draw lots anymore, you go!"

After finishing speaking, he returned to the duty room and closed the door with a bang.

Xu Changshou was stupid, good guy, Qin He didn't save him, and put himself in it.

"Brother Ling, don't, I'm not with him, I'm wronged." Xu Changshou hastily knocked on the door.

Readers, guess if Ling Zhonghai will withdraw his life?

what!

...

An hour later, on the carriage to Fang County.

Xu Changshou said with a dark face: "Brother, you are not kind in this matter."

On the opposite side, Qin He, the animal, had no guilt, snorted and snorted, "The four of you draw lots, and that's up to you."

Qin He heard when the cremator was summoned, and the villain trio took advantage of Xu Changshou's absence to mutter and plot against him.

The buckle of the urn did not affect Xu Changshou's destiny in the slightest to go to Fang County.

When Xu Changshou heard this, his face became even darker, and he cursed Ling Zhonghai and the subordinate staff for nothing, cockroaches, and bedbugs.

But after a few words of scolding, he also wilted.

Is this interesting?

He came to this crematorium because he was preparing for something to happen, otherwise he would not have been able to wait for this shortage in the first place.

Ten cremators would go, and one of the four officers on duty would go. If he didn't go, who would?

The sun is shining brightly, and dozens of carriages meander along the official road. The mountains and fields are not yet in late autumn, but the vegetation is already withered and yellow. There has been no rain for half a year, and the giant trees are all withered.

From time to time, groups of victims of disasters passed by the roadside, with their families faltering and skinny.

They gathered towards the capital, begging to find hope of survival there; poorly they didn't know that when they went to the capital, most of them were just buried in another place, lucky enough to leave a skeleton for burial, and unlucky to be buried. Became the fragments under the mouth of wild dogs.

Human life in troubled times is like that withered and yellow weed, which is nothing.

Only when enough people die and the contradiction between man and earth disappears, will the next prosperous age begin.

Thousands of years of dynasties and winds and rains, this is not the case.

The cremators in the car looked at the victims walking towards each other with silent expressions.

Half of them were brought back memories of the past, and half of them were narrowly escaped death during this trip. Many people no longer had any hope of going back.

When I came to the crematorium, the situation and the scene were like a paradise.

It wasn't until the convoy left the capital that the victims could not be seen on both sides of the road, and the atmosphere became more active.

It was still Xu Changshou, this guy pondered for a while, and asked Qin He: "That bastard Ling Zhonghai said that ambergris can prevent and cure all kinds of diseases. You said that if we smelled it for so long last night, will we get rid of the plague?"

When all the cremators heard this, they all became interested.

Last night, the smell of the crematorium was so strong that everyone sucked their old noses, and they only found out when they woke up in the morning.

It was Brother Qin who burned a sachet of ambergris in his son's room.

"I think it's useful, otherwise it could be a tribute."

"Show it, play it, it will definitely work."

"Plague is also a disease."

"Then we are suffering from all sorts of illnesses, so we don't know if we are getting enough."

Lao Liangtou, Liu Sanjin, and Li Zizi talked to each other, but no one knew whether it was useful or not, they just wanted to boost their courage.

So everyone unconsciously looked at Qin He.

One reason is that Qin He didn't say anything, and the other reason is that Qin He's prestige is getting higher and higher now.

After all, Qin He was the only cremator in the Sicheng crematorium.

Qin He cleared his throat, and said, "That fart... well, that ambergris can prevent and control the plague. The people in our Dongcheng crematorium will definitely not get sick, so you can rest assured."

Qin He was very confident about this matter, Pandan almost couldn't be suppressed by eating the celestial power. The medicine was so powerful that one smell was enough to immunize it, which was much stronger than the vaccines of later generations.

All the cremators were overjoyed and cheered. Even Xu Changshou was shocked and smiled.

Everyone hated that they didn't take a few more sips at that time. Although the taste was strange, it was delicious because it could prevent diseases.

This scene attracted the car cremator and the flying fish guard factory guard who rode back and forth to look sideways. They couldn't figure out why the people in Dongcheng crematorium were so happy.

Flying Fish Guard had also arranged for cremation of corpses in the epidemic area before, but the end result was that many people left and only a few returned, and they were close to death.

Everyone is sick.

"Quiet, don't make any noise on the road!" A cavalry patrol factory rushed to him on horseback and reprimanded loudly.

All the cremators hurriedly shut up, not daring to contradict.

Qin He saw it, yo, it's that little bastard Wei Wu.

Wei Wu was also a little surprised when he saw Qin He. Last time he ate Qin He in the cremation hall, and was about to find an opportunity to make him feel bad. But Tu Baishou asked him to give Qin He a copper coin. In the past, he stopped thinking.

It stands to reason that with that copper coin, Qin He would have an identity, so he shouldn't have gone to Fang County.

I thought how annoying this person must be.

deserve it.

"Hello sir."

Qin He greeted with a playful smile.

Wei Wu suddenly found that face even more annoying.

There is no way, people who work in a ghost place like the imperial prison all day long are not very careful.

"My lord, what happened to the corpse stabbed by the mace?" Qin He asked again with a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

Originally, he didn't want to say hello to Wei Wu, because they looked at each other with disgust, but then he remembered that he still had a "little fairy" who was loved by thousands of people, and he was burning with the cremation hall, and his heart was itchy.

Wei Wu was taken aback by the question, there was still something to be said about the corpse.

It's a lot to say, but to put it simply, Tu Baishou put in a lot of effort and wanted to burn it as soon as possible, but it turned out that it was useless. He could only rely on the yang energy contained in the ground fire to melt a little bit, and there was no other way.

When he was on duty today, the body was only half burned, and the bones at the back were even more difficult to burn.

Of course, how could these Wei Wu tell Qin He, reprimanded: "It's okay, don't ask nonsense, be honest."

After finishing speaking, he clamped the horse's belly and left.

After walking for a while, he stopped suddenly. The expert who inexplicably entered the cremation hall investigated and investigated, but there was no clue. Today, this kid asked about the charming corpse... Could it be?

"impossible."

Wei Wu firmly shook his head.

With that ability, the world can go anywhere, but what is the so-called nesting in the crematorium?

Is burning dead bodies addictive?