Feiyuwei temporary camp.

A small camp with a few hundred people is much smaller than a large army camp with tens of thousands of people.

But Feiyuwei is particularly good at choosing a place, right next to the city wall. Not to mention other benefits, just being sheltered from the wind is enough.

The carts formed a circle, unloaded the cowhide tents, lit the stove to keep warm, and started cooking, and soon there was a faint smoke.

The cremators borrowed the light of the cremation hall and lived in cowhide tents. A dozen people gathered around the furnace.

That's quite warm~

It just tastes a bit strong.

But this does not trouble Qin He.

Odor Purification Technique: By using this technique, you can purify all odors on the target. The effect varies depending on the target.

The shadowless hand blessed the purification technique and threw it out "biu~biu~biu~biu~"

Not to mention the whole tent was empty of people, and even the smoke from the coals was no longer pungent.

It's just so magical.

Qin He put the blanket next to the stove, then crossed his legs and climbed up.

A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own quilt.

Two words, comfortable.

"Brother Qin, why are you missing?" At this time, Liu Sanjin came over curiously and asked.

Hearing this, other corpse cremators also gathered around. Qin He is now the boss of the Dongcheng Corpse Crematorium. Even Ling Zhonghai has to look at Qin He's face when assigning corpses. Everyone is really looking at it.

As for Qin He himself, he is simply a great fairy, extremely awesome.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm always on the boat." Qin He squinted, there was no three hundred taels of silver here.

"I've seen it, you came back from outside." Liu Sanjin retorted.

"Look, look, you're looking at shit~" Lao Liangtou slapped Liu Sanjin on the forehead and said, "What are you talking about? Shut up!"

"Yes, you are the only one who talks a lot of nonsense~" Li Laizi also extended his hand to fear that he would be slapped.

Liu Sanjin was slapped twice without thinking, and when he saw the way others looked at him, he covered his head and did not dare to speak.

Qin He smiled slightly and said nothing.

"Brother Qin, tell me, can we go back safely this time?" Lao Liangtou squeezed Liu Sanjin away and came in to ask.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Qin He expectantly.

During the last plague in Fang County, Qin He said that no one was infected at the Dongcheng Corpse Crematorium, but it turned out that no one was infected, which was miraculous. Many people died at the crematoriums in the other three cities.

This trip south has made people panic. Officers, soldiers, White Lotus demons, and rebels can all kill people. Now that there is a chaos of corpses, it is even more dangerous.

No one knows how Qin He got it right last time, but even if he got lucky, it was not a blessing.

It's hard to say that people just talk about the Constitution and follow the law.

Even if you take 10,000 steps back, it means nothing, and it's okay to seek some good luck.

At this moment, everyone hoped to hear auspicious words from Qin He's mouth.

If in the past, death would be death, in this world of ghosts, one would die early and be reincarnated, and it would be a hundred times more comfortable to stare with one's eyes closed, one's legs closed, than to be alive.

But now, no one has died at the Dongcheng Crematorium for a long time, and even the days are full of fireworks.

Old Liangtou loved to drink. He poured a small spoonful of wine into the wine gourd every day, mixed it with a ladle of water, and took a sip whenever he had nothing to do. His childhood was wonderful.

Liu Sanjin likes to eat meat. He hangs two pieces of bacon on the beam. When eating steamed buns with mixed noodles, he scrapes them and eats them to satisfy his craving.

Li Zizi was even more awesome. He would go to the old alley every now and then to bargain for a price.

In one word, I couldn't bear to die.

The formerly eerie Dongcheng Crematorium has become a "home" inexplicably, even though it is a group of rough old men.

Qin He opened his eyes and glanced at everyone, then closed them again, and said quietly: "Don't worry, we can all go back alive, at most we will suffer a little."

"Okay!"

"Brother Qin said he can go back alive!"

"That's great~"

"..."

All the cremators were immediately excited, and their faces burst into laughter.

"Brother Qin, let me help you beat your thighs~"

Li Laizi took special advantage and immediately started beating Qin He's legs.

"Punch the other one~"

"I squeezed my shoulders."

"I'll press Brother Qin's feet."

"I'm coming too."

"I'm coming too~"

"..."

"Come on, come on, use some force."

Naturally, Qin He would not refuse, so he spread his limbs and closed his eyes to enjoy it.

Soon, Qin He's body parts were not enough.

"Qin He, something happened!"

At this moment, the tent door curtain suddenly opened, and Xu Changshou got in eagerly.

When he saw this posture, his eyes opened slightly.

What did he see?

Qin He lay there, his whole body covered with roughness.

…

Time goes backwards.

"Zi Liu~"

The great monk lay on the ground, licked the cow's hoof prints with his tongue, stared, and said: "I found it, this is it!!"

The Taoist priest covered his face, raised his head and looked at the flying fish flag in the center of the camp, and said: "The bold Feiyu guard, who rides a bull and hits people and still dares to run away, I have to argue with you today."

"twice!"
Chapter completed!