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

Liu Changan took a deep breath, and said to himself that you are blind and you can't see, how many times have you never seen the market?

The "Duo Ling" that escorted you all the way south is gone, and replaced by something that came from nowhere, and there is a shroud wrapped under the creaking nest.

"Hack him to death!" Liu Changan screamed in terror.

The remaining four Baya assassins were indeed elite fighters, and the moment something went wrong, the scimitars were out of their sheaths, and with an order, the four sharp blades slashed at Qin He.

Qin He was actually in a daze at the time, where did he come from?

In a daze, four scimitars chopped off his head and face.

Good guy.

Do you think this scene is scary?

That's too late!

flash back!

Just after hearing "唰", Qin He disappeared, and Duo Ling came back.

Duoling——Bayala is a young man with great potential. He is the nephew of Master Aqina. He has the ability and background.

With this dazed effort, I couldn't watch it.

Four scimitars sliced ​​through the head, and the red and white ones flew out.

Liu Changan wiped his eyes and opened his mouth, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

The four Ba Yala's eyes were round in shock.

Why did Duo Ling come back when the four knives went down?

Big thing is bad!

The worst was yet to come. At this moment, I heard a shout from outside: "Come on, Dilu Xizuo is holding a meeting in the ruined temple in the west of the city!"

Good guy, that volume can wake up a deaf person.

The dog fur hat stared and asked Liu Changan: "Master Zuo Ma, this... this must be abnormal?"

Liu Changan's face was pale, he almost cried, "Master Asha, run away~"

With that loud shout, the ruined temple in the west of the city was completely bustling. The Feiyuwei who had been hunting in the west of the city led the soldiers of the Xicheng Bingma Division to surround them on all sides. The torches were as bright as day.

Qin He saw it from a distance, laughed out loud and left the city.

This night in the capital, it was as lively as a festival.

...

An hour later, the dust settled in the Feiyuwei school grounds.

Shen Lian, Yu Wenjing, and Ji Chengliang looked at the harvest of the middle of the night in the hall, feeling happy and worried.

Among these people are the demon Bailian, the spy of Di Lu, the habitual thief of the capital, the thief Jiang Yang, and a monk.

There were more than 30 people, dead and alive. The dead were carried, and the living were chained and gagged.

There are surprises, surprises and regrets.

What was pleasantly surprised was that a group of Di Lu's secret agents who were conspiring at an assembly were accidentally brought in. Five of them were caught and one escaped. Unfortunately, none of the five caught was left alive. The biggest harvest is the demon Bailian, there is also a monk, four Jiang Yang thieves, five habitual thieves, and more than ten unidentified ones.

"Take it down for trial."

Shen Lian waved his hand, Fei Yuwei rushed forward, taking away all the dead and alive.

The great monk resisted with a "woo woo woo", and two or three Feiyu messengers couldn't hold him down. With a wave of his hand, Yu Wenjing went up seven or eight more, lifted him up and carried him away.

"This monk seems to be a disciple of Master Fachan, the abbot of Jinguang Temple." Yu Wenjing watched the great monk being carried away, turned and said to Shen Lian.

"Does he have any enmity with that little apprentice Tu Baishou?" Shen Lian asked.

"It shouldn't be, the grievances of the previous generation, they, the juniors, shouldn't be involved. Neither Tu Baishou nor Master Fachan are gossips." Yu Wenjing shook his head.

The corner of Shen Lian's mouth raised a trace of evil, and said: "Then let the disciple Tu Baishou go to the interrogation, remember to do it secretly, let's watch the show."

Yu Wenjing and Ji Chengliang looked at each other and hissed lightly at the same time.

"Let's get down to business, this time the Green Bull Immortal and the Shroud Corpse are gone, how do you analyze it?" Shen Lian turned and asked the two.

"Great Immortal Qingniu and the demon Bailian are competing for the shroud corpse. From a standpoint, it's hard to distinguish between good and evil. In terms of strength, the strength of the Great Immortal Qingniu may be stronger than expected." Ji Chengliang said.

"As long as we pry open the mouth of the demon Bailian, we will at least know whether the Great Immortal Qingniu is a human or a demon." Yu Wenjing said.

Shen Lian nodded imperceptibly, and said, "Interrogate as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

...

Go back to Qin He's side, and take the shroud corpse back to the crematorium.

Only half of the allocated corpses were burned. What happened before sounds like a long time, but in fact, it took less than an hour.

Qin He planned to burn the shroud corpses together, because the shroud corpses were thin and small and did not take up space.

Cleaning up the corpse and making up for leaks is an indispensable step. At the same time, Qin He is also curious about what kind of heresy is the refining of corpse puppets.

After unclothing the corpse, Qin He finally saw the whole thing.

Needless to say, the dwarf was only half the size of a human being, skinny, and the mutated fangs and sharp claws were nothing special.

But Qin He still found many mottled blood clots on its sharp claws and shroud.

It means that this thing has seen blood during the refining process.

Wicked enough to need blood to feed.

The most striking thing is the patchwork traces of the corpse, which are obviously sewn with needles and threads, and the position where the two arms and two legs are joined is clearly discernible.

But it's not just as simple as sewing, there are many unidentifiable traces.

Qin He was a little speechless, talking about suffering the world, but secretly doing this kind of thing, what is the White Lotus Sect, a professional rebel from all dynasties, planning?

Shaking his head, don't think about things that he can't figure out, and we will deal with them in the future. Right now, getting rewards is the key.

After putting the corpse in the shroud into the cremator and pouring two scoops of kerosene, the shroud quickly turned to ashes, but the changes in the corpse were not obvious.

Obviously this corpse is not easy to burn, and the skin becomes hard when the nails are used.

But the more this kind of corpse, the richer the reward.

In order to speed up, Qin He threw off his arms and blasted into the crematorium.

The fire of the abyss was blown into enough air, the color of the fire was obviously darker, and even the temperature of the crematorium rose a lot.

The speed of the shroud corpse incineration finally increased a bit.

When Qin He was busy, Dawang Ba's head slowly stuck out from the bucket, looked at Qin He's busy back after hesitating for a long time, and then whispered: "Master, I can help you with the work."

These days, everyone is worried, although after having a meal with Qin He, Qin He's attitude towards it has changed.

But Dawang Ba always feels that if he is useless, he will have to be blamed sooner or later. This is a master who burns others if he doesn't eat spicy food. He is moody.

It has only one thing in its little head now, to survive.

Qin He glanced back at Da Wang Ba, and said with a smile, "What can you do with your small body?"

"I, I can help you pull the bellows, if I recover from my injury." Da Wangba said, and his voice became quieter in the second half of the sentence.

What it thinks now is whether it can work or not, and express its attitude first, even if it is rejected, at least it can make itself safer.

But what it didn't expect at all was that every thought in its heart would definitely have an echo.

He does not mean that.

Qin He was stunned.

How to say the big bastard, let's not talk about other functions, it's always okay to see a family.

Yesterday, I also reported to myself that a cremator sneakily picked up my crematorium.

Now they have a friendship of eating wine and drinking meat, and they used it as a weapon back then.

It's a bit inappropriate to put it in the pot again, and I don't know how to cook bastard.

After thinking about it, Qin He decided to formally remove it from the menu. Let’s just be a bastard. If you can eat spicy food with yourself and take care of your house, then you are a good bastard. So he took out Jinchuang Pills from the crunchy nest and threw them into the bucket, saying: : "This is medicine for healing, you need to heal the shell on your back first."

The big bastard's shell hasn't healed since it was smashed last time.

"Thank you, thank you!" Da Wang Bayi was overjoyed when he heard this.

Whether the medicine is useful or not, at least Qin He's attitude shows that his life is not in danger for the time being.

Without any hesitation, Da Wang Bay bit the white pill hanging in the water into his mouth.

Qin He turned around and went to pull the bellows again. After pulling twice, his expression changed, and he hurriedly took out another white pill from the creaking hole, which was about the same color and size as the one thrown into the bucket. He sniffed it and patted his head. : "No, I took the wrong one!"

What was given was not Jinchuang Wan, but Soft Pill.

He rushed over like lightning and grabbed Da Wang Ba's neck and picked him up, but it was too late.

Da Wang Ba's head was still in Qin He's hands, and his body fell to the ground with a "boom", rolling and rolling, rolling from under his feet all the way to the big iron gate.

How to describe the old elders with stretched necks.

That's... have you seen One Piece?