There is a saying that there are seven days in the middle of the cave, and a thousand years have passed in the world.

The two realms of Yin and Yang are not that exaggerated, but the passage of time is also different.

To put it simply, there are seven days in the underworld and one day in the earth.

The so-called first seven soul nights refer to the time it takes for the soul of the dead to travel to Wangxiang Terrace. It only takes one day in the underworld.

Qin He leisurely visited the underworld scenery, tasted Meng Po soup, and watched Ling Tianfan and others perform, which only lasted half a day.

However, in the human world, three full days have passed!

The most important thing is that Qin He's soul entered the underworld, but his body was on the edge between yin and yang.

If an ordinary person's soul leaves the body and there is no soul to hold down the seven souls, the seven souls will disperse over time. Once the seven souls are dispersed, the body will die and stink.

But Qin He is not an ordinary person, a land god.

A person with seven grades of merit, a golden body, and even a physical body can become a saint.

Standing and waiting for three days?

That's impossible. I will never stand around waiting for three days in my life.

Just when Qin He's soul was admiring the flowers on the other side of the ground.

Driven by instinct, his body carried the big shovel and returned home.

"Brother Qin~"

"Hello, Master Qi~"

"..."

At the entrance of the crematorium, corpse cremators in twos and threes greeted Qin He warmly.

After Lu Di came back, some of the corpse burners had developed inner strength and no longer looked down upon their status as corpse burners, so they went out to find other jobs.

Several new cremators have arrived at the crematorium.

So Qin He's title was upgraded a step further. The old people at the cremation house still called Qin He "Brother Qin". The newcomers who were of lower seniority followed the order of Qin He's No. 7 cremation house and called him "Seventh Master".

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It doesn't matter if he is good or not, Qin He, you can call him whatever you want, as long as you don't call him Qingniu Great Immortal.

If you're in a good mood, respond with a smile; if you're in a bad mood, respond with a "hmm".

However, this time, Qin He seemed not to hear it and walked straight to the crematorium No. 7, closing the door with a bang.

Wang Tiezhu, who was concentrating on repairing the door latch, was startled and pinched his finger.

"Hey! Yeah~~"

Wang Tiezhu was pinched and jumped up from the ground. He waved his hands wildly with a twisted face. When he looked closely, four of his five fingers were blackened.

I'm going!

Fingers and hearts!

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak except for a scream.

After a long time, he took out the Jinchuang Pill, carefully pinched off a little bit of the medicine and applied it on it, which relieved the pain.

Then push the door open and enter the room.

His intuition told him that something seemed wrong.

He didn't say a word when he came back and even closed the door. He was obviously fixing the latch.

My father has never been like this.

When he walked in, he saw Qin He sitting by the bed in a daze, not moving or speaking, with a dull look on his face.

"Master?"

Wang Tiezhu shouted cautiously.

Qin He didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear the sound.

Wang Tiezhu's premonition became stronger and stronger. He walked closer and shouted again: "Sir, are you back?"

After saying this, Qin He still showed no reaction, not even moving his eyes, like a statue.

Wang Tiezhu's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly cried out.

Something is really wrong with me.

"Master...why don't you speak?"

Wang Tiezhu walked closer and waved his hand in front of Qin He. Seeing that there was still no response, he simply grabbed Qin He's shoulder and shook it twice.

At this moment, Qin He finally reacted. He turned to look at Wang Tiezhu in a daze, and with a sound like grinding broken glass in his throat, he said one word: "Eat."

"eat?"

Wang Tiezhu was stunned for a moment, and instinctively looked at the still steaming stove.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and picked up two white-flour steamed buns.

This was the noodles he had just made and steamed in the morning. It was delicious and fresh from the oven. I had just eaten it.

When Qin He saw the steamed buns, he finally took action.

He grabbed the steamed buns and ate them, wolfing them down.

Two steamed buns, no more than three bites.

Seeing this, Wang Tiezhu simply took the remaining steamed buns and the steamer over.

Qin He continued to devour, finishing the whole basket of steamed buns in three gulps, then raised his head to look at Wang Tiezhu without saying a word.

But two words were clearly written on his face: Not enough.

When Wang Tiezhu saw this posture, he realized that there were no ten cages or eight cages, so I was afraid that it would not satisfy him.

Qin He knows how much he can eat when he is hungry.

One cow is not too much!

Maybe he was very hungry. I think back then, when Wang Tiezhu broke his carapace and floated it in the barrel, he was even more hungry than this.

Then don't say it out loud, your brain is starting to fail.

Without further ado, Wang Tiezhu hurried out, pushed a cart and went to the dock.

I bought out a steamed bun shop in one go and brought back a cart full of white flour steamed buns.

Continue to move inside, Qin He continues to eat.

Half an hour later, a cart of white-noodle steamed buns was gone.

Qin He still didn't speak, but "hungry" was finally no longer written on his face.

After sitting there for a while, he stood up and looked out the window.

He looked steadily, not moving at all.

For a while, he stared at the crematorium in the room.

After seeing the crematorium, we went out again and headed south along the pier to a cemetery.

Good guy, Wang Tiezhu didn’t even know such a place existed.

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming all over the mountains and plains. Rows of tombs are neatly arranged, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

Qin He stood in front of the grave in a daze, and returned home after a long time.

He fell asleep and slept until the transformed corpse was delivered by the official at night.

The whole process of burning corpses was completed by Wang Tiezhu under the dumbfounded gaze of Qin He. There was neither Nanming Lihuo nor Abyss Fire, it was just ordinary fire.

It burned for a total of three hours.

Wang Tiezhu couldn't bear it anymore.

It is certain and certain that something is wrong with Qin He, and most likely, he has lost his soul!!

This makes it feel like the sky is falling.

In the past, Qin He had the final say in everything, and Wang Tiezhu would burn corpses and beat his subordinates.

Now that Qin He has a problem, he feels panicked and doesn't know what to do.

In terms of strength, he has it, and in terms of IQ, he has it, but he just doesn't have a backbone.

Moreover, he knew best what kind of strength Qin He had, so it was unimaginable for him to lose his soul to this extent.

After much thought, he found Xu Changshou.

In terms of relationships, Xu Changshou is the person Qin He respects the most and trusts the most.

When Xu Changshou heard that Qin He had lost his soul, he was shocked. After some inspection, his face turned ugly and he said: "No, he really lost his soul. His eyes are dull and his eyes are dark. He is acting completely based on instinct now."

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"Uncle Xu, please save my master." Wang Tiezhu almost begged.

"Don't worry, I will definitely take care of this matter to the end."

Xu Changshou said, and added: "I know a blind fortune teller at the entrance of Changling Lane. He can cure hysteria and summon spirits. I'll give him a try first and then I'll tell you what's right."

"Okay, let's go now?"

"Without further delay, let's go now." Xu Changshou nodded.
Chapter completed!