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

It was getting dark, and Wei Wu didn't come back.

The entire temporary crematorium was full of discussions.

Chang Wen was considered polite when he took Wei Wu away, but no matter how polite he was, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Wei Wu was taken away.

When Qin He saw it, he almost couldn't laugh out loud.

I have never used the disguise technique before, but I didn't expect the effect to be so good for the first time, so I sent it directly to Wei Wu's ditch.

Qin He rode an ox up to the Xianyun Temple, but it wasn't his own face that was on top of him, but Wei Wu's face disguised as it was.

As for the mask on the statue, it was Qin He who prevented the merits earned from being added to Wei Wu.

Qin He could imagine how long it would take for Wei Wu to get rid of his suspicions when the bandits in Xianyun Temple insisted in unison that the Great Immortal of Qingniu was Wei Wu.

As soon as Wei Wu left, Qin He let himself go instantly.

Without a word, command Liu Sanjin, Li Cripple, and Gu Sihai to move their cremator far away, and hide behind a low wall, avoiding the soul lamp.

As for Wei Wu's little follower, Wei Yuanji, who didn't even have a copper coin, watched Qin He move the cremator away but didn't dare to say a word.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything. If he dared to say it, Qin He would have a hundred ways to teach him how to behave.

Without Wei Wu, you are nothing as a corpse-burning apprentice, and a one-star burning corpse officer is also an official. Don't take a village official as a cadre.

Qin He is finding more and more that this one-star copper coin is really useful sometimes.

Of course, there are people who persuade me.

For example, Xu Changshou, Lao Liangtou and others.

People are stupid.

It’s so safe under the photoperiod, you don’t burn it, and you run so far?

Is the brain sick?

But looking back, Qin He's brain really had to be pumped almost every other day.

It's just sick.

Come on, let him go.

He is a dignified corpse burner, he is very capable, and he can handle it.

Xu Changshou shook his head and sighed: "This disease seems to be getting worse and worse, I have to find a way to cure it."

After dark, the body convoy arrived.

Everyone else put a corpse into the cremator by himself, but Qin He just pushed a corpse truck away, and there were a total of six corpses on it, which was the amount of two days for a cremator.

The crowd were stunned, Wei Yuanji couldn't bear it anymore, and hurried to catch up: "Why are you dragging so many corpses at once?"

"I only burned a corpse last night and didn't complete the task. I have to make up for it today. Do you understand this called love and dedication?" Qin He kept pushing the cart, ignoring him at all.

Wei Yuanji was speechless, his face flushed red and he couldn't even utter a single rebuttal.

Seeing this, Xu Changshou ran over and put his arms around his shoulders to comfort him: "Brother Yuan Ji, don't be angry, my little brother has a little problem here." After speaking, he pointed to his head.

"What's wrong?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Wei Yuanji's face.

"Fleeing from his hometown to the capital, he was the only one left in the entire clan. He was stimulated." Xu Changshou nodded seriously.

"Oh, that's quite pitiful." Wei Yuanji found the steps in an instant, and said, "How about I send him another cart of corpses?"

"Hey, this is unnecessary."

Xu Changshou looked at Wei Yuanji with a look of horror, his hands were dancing like a fan.

The heart said that if the brain is sick, it will be contagious or something, and another one will come.

Wei Yuanji also realized that he hadn't thought of what he was saying, so he coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said, "I know a person can watch hysteria."

"Who?"

"At the alley entrance of Changling Lane in the capital city, he is a blind man who tells fortunes."

"Fortune teller, isn't it correct?"

"Anyway, some people say he can do it."

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Qin He stopped the scooter and looked at the two muttering people, his face darkened.

"You are the only ones who are sick, and your whole family is sick."

The words were not pleasant, so Qin He simply closed his ear, played with the corpse and began to prepare for the cremation.

The six corpses were not blessed, and fell on the eve of the plague being resolved.

The cremator is not a big cremator like a crematorium, it's a little small, and Qin He can only match it.

A larger corpse was paired with a smaller one, and they were put on the furnace together.

The plague corpses are not damaged, so tidying them up is not too troublesome. Wash the limbs and face, shake the lime on the clothes, and clean the corpses.

The coal is shoveled into the furnace, the coal is burned to ignite the fire, and the cremation begins.

One of the corpses trembled, although it was not recovered, it made Qin He very happy.

This proves to be effective in dodging the Soul Light.

Then it's time to wait.

Qin He resisted the urge to take out the flint and endured for more than two hours.

The corpses were cremated, one was a tenant farmer in the field, and the other was a woodcutter on the mountain.

Ordinary people live an ordinary life, there is nothing outstanding, and their lives are very poor. When a plague hits, there are not many people left in the family.

Rewarded: a fruit of strength, a copy of "Grinding Art"

Grinding Technique: Learn this technique, and the sharp weapon you polish will be unparalleled in sharpness and indestructible.

Qin He laughed.

Ordinary corpses can burn this kind of reward, which is quite good.

The key is practicality, especially for corpse nails.

Corpse nails are just ordinary nails, and the sharpness depends entirely on how they are brought back from the blacksmith's shop.

With this grinder technique, the corpse nail can be made even bigger.

Qin He was thinking of upgrading the nail town, when the pillow came.

Pretty good.

The one who gave the reward was the woodcutter, who sharpened his knife and chopped wood every day, and had developed the ability to sharpen a knife with one hand.

Learning the grinder technique resolutely, putting the fruit of strength into the armpit space, shoveling away the ashes, Qin He continued.

Two more corpses were put on the furnace.

Everything is in order.

But at this moment, the cremator's camp became agitated, and someone screamed: "The plague has struck."

All the cremators were in a mess, running and shouting, all of them covering their mouths and noses tightly with terrified faces.

Qin He hurried over to see that the two cremators in the Beicheng crematorium were lying on the ground and convulsed. When he looked carefully, they were covered with dense black bumps, which were clearly plague.

And this was just the beginning. The two who fell seemed to have blown a whistle. Before the process started, three more cremators fell down there.

Two belonged to the Xicheng crematorium, and one belonged to the Nancheng crematorium.