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

As the old saying goes, if you often walk by the river, your shoes will never get wet.

Zhao Qing kept probing on the verge of death, and finally Yelu met the "ghost" who was looking for his life.

Who is this "ghost"?

As we said earlier, Dongcheng Bingmasi has a gang of subordinate officials, that is, the gang of subordinate officials who secretly brought Xu Changshou to Dongcheng crematorium as "insurance".

Since ancient times, iron-clad subordinates have been officials.

Regardless of the fact that subordinate officials have no rank or title, they are handed down from father to son to grandchildren, and several generations of people operate on a piece of land. It is a tree with deep roots. If the officials come, if you give them a little bit of face, the officials will not be able to continue. .

That's it.

This "ghost" is the steward of the subordinate staff, called Master Cao. In Dongcheng Bingma Division, apart from the current official Liu Wentong, Mr. Liu, Master Cao is the most effective speaker, known as the "Second Master".

And it's not at Master Cao's mansion.

If Zhao Qing was able to enjoy the job of "literally extorting money", he must have bright eyes and good ears. He knows who can knock and who can't, and knows how much he can knock, otherwise he would have been beaten to death long ago.

If it's in Master Cao's mansion, it will be ten consecutive wishes, Master Cao. You look at the reward, even if you get a copper coin, I will offer it up, and I dare not ask for more than half a cent.

Hey, what do you think is going on?

To make a long story short, this is Mr. Cao. When he was young, he fell in love with a little girl in the Little Red Mansion. She was as tall as a flower, and Mr. Cao liked it.

If you like it, you can redeem it, but he dare not bring it home. There is a tigress at home, which is not ordinary.

Besides, it is not appropriate to marry home. Mr. Cao, regardless of his high status and lack of fame, according to the laws of Dali, no concubine is allowed without fame.

Master Cao is able to maintain a stable position, and he is also a person who cherishes the feathers of fame.

What to do, buy a house and put it outside.

Hey, that’s it, Mr. Cao has a concubine outside, which is well hidden, and as Mr. Cao gets older, the concubine is also getting old and decrepit, so they don’t go so diligently.

This matter became very secret, Zhao Qing didn't know.

As for the concubine, she gave birth to a son for Master Cao, and after seventeen or eighteen years, she married a daughter-in-law.

Mr. Cao has to go. Regardless of his age, the one born to him by his concubine is still the eldest son.

Disguised, dressed up, Master Cao went, and he was called a distant elder to the outside world.

In order to make the event lively for his son, Mr. Cao secretly used some means to attract many guests, all of whom were small-faced people, very lively.

By coincidence that day, Zhao Qing came out of the restaurant.

Take a look, yeah?

What kind of family is this?

Why is the wedding so lively?

Take out the small notebook and turn it left and right, there is no such person.

Which hidden wealthy businessman should it be?

Look left and right, it is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, if a good thing hits, you have to go, not to count as a loss.

It's you today!

Just like that, Zhao Qing wrapped a stone in paper and mixed it in.

Well, this is considered to have entered the gate of hell.

Everything was as usual, the routine was still the same routine, but others didn't know Zhao Qing, so how could the biggest local snake in Dongcheng Burning Corpse not know Zhao Qing?

Master Cao's city mansion, just kidding, I will accept all auspicious words, you just knock, frown and I will lose.

On the day of the eldest son's great joy, how to celebrate it, let's not follow your general knowledge.

How did the money go out afterwards, and how did it come back.

It should be damned to Zhao Qing. In the past, with this kind of door, he would not go any further when he hit the sixth sentence, and gave away the next four sentences for nothing.

But today he just came out of the restaurant, he was half-drunk, and he was so strong and cowardly.

After knocking down sentence by sentence, Master Cao cheered loudly without changing his face.

Zhao Qing saw it, God wants to make me rich today.

Come on!

Tongue brilliant lotus!

After the tenth sentence, two sentences were added impromptuly, making up a "dozen".

A total of more than four hundred taels of silver was carried away by Zhao Qing.

Master Cao is also happy, look at the auspicious words of "a dozen", how auspicious, the host and guest had a great time, and drank several more glasses of wine.

Then, that night, Zhao Qing was beaten out of shit.

More than four hundred taels of silver were all recovered.

The three-inch tongue was cut off and collected by Master Cao.

Zhao Qing's whole body was covered in feces and blood, and he died after staying up for half a night.

The shadow lamp captures the soul, the trial weighs, and the man in black opens his golden mouth: "Speaking books and singing operas to persuade people, the three roads follow the center, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right path in the world is vicissitudes."

Reward: Magical little book.

Magical Little Book: This is a magical little book that you can never run out of.

Qin He flipped his hand over, and a small yellow notebook fell into his hand, not big enough to cover a slap.

It was clear that Zhao Qing's little book had become concrete.

There is nothing on it, it's all blank.

Qin He didn't understand what's the use of this thing, can't it be used up?

Does tearing count?

Thinking of this, Qin He tore through more than a dozen pages in a row, and saw, yeah, the book is still so thick, there is nothing missing.

It's really amazing.

In the future, there will be no need for strips to go to the toilet, and there will be endless paper.

But after thinking about it, it was wrong.

Don't go to the toilet by yourself.

Dry!

Qin He's face was a bit dark, such a tasteless body for such an interesting corpse?

Shaking his head speechlessly, Qin He clamped the small notebook into the creaking nest, keep it, and use it when he can't tell.

Looking up at Zhao Qinghuahui's corpse, the black-robed man was right, telling people and singing operas to persuade people, the three main roads go in the middle.

It means that a person walks on the right path among the three main roads, and cannot take the sideways.

But the problem is that in this chaotic world, the right way is not prosperous. If one can live on the right way, why are there so many bones and remains?

Zhao Qing must be damned, but at least he has lived happily for half of his life. In this world, enough is enough.

What about the people who toil all day long and suffer from hunger? What did they do wrong?

The world is in turmoil, above the temple, among the grass and grass, who is right and who is evil, who is right, who can tell clearly?

Qin He didn't want to bother with that thought.

He is just a cremator, and he only wants to be a cremator, seeing the impermanence of life and the changes of the world.

Unless...it was his fault.

...

"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

When there was white belly in the east, a gong sounded, and the big iron gates of the crematorium opened one after another.

Qin He picked up the urn and walked out of the crematorium against the faint morning light.

Eighteen cremators lined up to hand over the ashes, those with family members took them away, and those without family members dumped them into the canal.

Zhao Qing had family members, but no one came to collect the ashes. The ashes were swept away by the waves, and the last trace of this person disappeared without a trace.

The eight new cremators looked at Qin He with deep curiosity and scrutiny. Wucheng Bingmasi was the only person who had been promoted from cremator to cremator in recent years. In the eyes of the craftsman, it is already a legend.

Qin He didn't like being stared at, but he couldn't influence other people's thoughts, so he was the first to hand in the ashes and left the crematorium to have breakfast.

In fact, the stomach is not hungry, but with some food in the mouth every day, life will have the smell of fireworks.

Qin He likes the smell of fireworks.

After breakfast, Qin He went to the blacksmith shop, intending to upgrade the nail town.

The things I encounter are getting stronger and stronger, and some small nails are not easy to use, so I have to be thick and big to serve them.

After Qin He described it, Tie Sanqi slapped his head: "This is the coffin nail."

As a result, Qin He's thick and big body became a coffin nail in Tie Sanqi's mouth.

Yes, ready-made, more than two hundred.

It is said that a coffin maker who made a coffin went to lie in the coffin by himself, and the order was not sold, and it had been left for more than a year.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Qin He went to the vegetable market again, bought some wine, meat and vegetables, and planned to make a good meal for himself.

It’s been a while since I’ve had spicy food, I miss it.

Back in the crematorium, Qin He squatted next to the bucket to sharpen his knife and was about to cut the meat.

"Master, can we discuss not to use the knife, I...I have a secret to tell you."

"Huh?" Qin He was taken aback.

"That is, if I say it, can I change my life?"