After thinking about it, Qin He felt that the only thing he could do was to suffer some loss in his merits.

It's a pretty good seedling. It's not too wasteful to teach a few methods.

The question is, what to pass on?

Qin He was confused again. He didn't know how many corpses were burned, but it seemed that there were many methods suitable for women to practice, and there were almost none.

It's so strange.

There are many life skills, but there is no way to defend yourself.

After pondering for a moment, Qin He came up with an idea, leaned down and patted the two women's heads three times respectively.

There is no other way. If you are not a believer, you can only use the most primitive head-touching method to preach.

Techniques passed on: Mastery-level Herculean Fist, Mastery-level Lion's Roar Skill, Advanced Copper Skin and Iron Bone Technique.

Thinking about this combination, the corners of Qin He's lips slightly raised unconsciously.

A pair of charming twin beauties who know the Hercules Fist, the Lion Roar Kung Fu, are invulnerable and impervious to water and fire.

Gee, I feel so excited just thinking about it.

I don’t have the Jade Girl Heart Sutra, but I have the King Kong Barbie set.

"Come on, rise up, you can do it!"

"Hahaha~"

Qin He's eyebrows were full of joy and he gave a thumbs up to his children who were still confused after the teaching, then he gathered up the trophies, looked up to the sky and laughed away.

…

Half an hour later, the corpse was cremated.

Qin He threw the corpses into a corner, and then began to clean the corpses one by one.

Cleansing a corpse is a ritual. No matter whether the corpse is human or ghost, good or evil, Qin He will not omit this step as long as there are conditions.

Maybe there isn't much that can be done, and maybe the final effect isn't that good either.

But...if you work in this industry, you have to abide by the rules of this industry.

Qin He planned to burn these six corpses first, so he cleaned these six corpses first.

First, touch your eyes with eyes open, then wipe the dust off your face and body, tidy up your appearance and clothes, and you're done.

"Master, I can help you burn the body." At this moment, Ma Fei in the birdcage suddenly said.

Qin He raised his head, glanced at it, and said, "Are you okay?"

"Master, isn't this difficult?" Ma Fei said confidently.

Compared to Wang Tiezhu, who was timid at the beginning and was afraid of being stewed by Qin He, his brain was missing several muscles and his nerves were much bigger.

"Okay, then you do it." Qin He snapped his fingers, and Guan Ma Fei's birdcage automatically unlocked.

Ma Fei immediately cheered, flew out of the birdcage, and turned into a sharp-mouthed, thin, gray-faced young man when he landed.

This is Ma Fei's transformed form. Although it has transformed, its strength is only at the level of the mortal body, and it is still very weak.

This is the result of its practice of absorbing the free spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it when no one quarrels with it every day.

There is a thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth in this world, which can be cultivated.

It's just the effect and speed that are a bit touching.

Qin He has tried it, and according to estimates, if he absorbs it for about a month, it will be almost as good as taking a Qi-tonifying pill of the lowest quality.

You can't even call this kind of Qi-boosting pill a "dan". In many cases, it's just a ball of dregs made from the leftover dregs of elixir refining, and the taste is all kinds of weird.

The practice of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has a very vivid description in this world: drinking the northwest wind.

I can drink, but I can't control my fullness.

Ultimately, cultivation depends on resources.

If you just "drink the northwest wind", even if you are an innate holy body, you will remain in a mortal state until your death.

It’s okay to strengthen your body and keep fit.

If you want to become a strong person, you must obtain resources.

…

Ma Fei was a bird, very thin, especially his legs, which were as thin as chopsticks. Seeing the way he was holding the body, Qin He was really afraid that he would accidentally break his legs.

However, the corpses were not heavy, so Ma Fei spent a lot of effort and finally filled the three cremators.

Burn coal to start a fire, and burn the corpse in the furnace.

A slightly crowded group of six corpses set out on the road together.

The blue flame rises to a scorching high temperature and burns blazingly.

Ma Fei held the fire tongs and walked among the three stoves against the high temperature, carefully adjusting the fire doors in various places of the crematorium to prevent the fire from burning too intensely and at the same time pursue the efficiency of incineration.

This sounds simple, but it is actually a technical job.

When burning a corpse, the fire can be strong at the beginning, but the fire should be suppressed in the middle, and the fire should be bigger later.

The reason is very simple. When it burns fat and internal organs, the fire is very strong and must be suppressed, otherwise it will either explode or the flames will jump too high and burn the roof.

Of course, Qin He can control the fire, but if this is the case, Ma Fei will have to come down to show his courtesy.

There are differences in whether the corpse is tall, short, fat or thin, whether it has more meat or oil, whether two corpses are burned together or one is burned alone.

The corpse was burned and handed over to Ma Fei, and Qin He ignored it.

He walked over and looked at Mr. Turtle and the Madam.

These two guys were in so much pain that their whole bodies were twitching and they were in agony.

He stared straight at Qin He, his eyes not begging for mercy, but begging for death.

Seven or eight painful points on the body were stabbed, and the overwhelming pain was almost equivalent to being kicked out of the egg every moment.

Qin He once burned a corpse with such injuries that it hurt him to death.

Death is no longer a punishment for them at this moment, but a relief.

"Tsk, tsk, you said you, if you had known today, why bother at the beginning, I am watching what people are doing, there is a great immortal just three feet above your head."

Qin He couldn't help but shook his head, and then said: "If there is a hell in reincarnation here, you will have to endure this pain for eternity, and you will not be reincarnated. I am already very merciful, and you have seen it. The furnace is full, and you have to wait until tomorrow.

Yes, if you're lucky."

"By the way, I, the Great Immortal Qing Niu, will let you understand clearly."

After saying this, Qin He ignored them, lay down on his bed, and crossed his legs.

As a result...his legs haven't even shaken a few times.
Chapter completed!