Not to mention Wei Yuanji being the host, he was so frightened that he ran away.

He came this time with Wei Wu. When Wei Wu was taken away, he didn't have the slightest opinion.

The four officers on duty in the four cities were also some Muggles, and five of them fell down in a short period of time. It was too cruel.

Qin He couldn't help but sigh when he saw this.

In the end, I was still tricked.

Except for the Dongcheng crematorium, there are no crematoriums in the other three cities.

There were dozens of plagues spread by the Bat King in Fang County, the most ferocious of which was this plague, which was also known as the Black Death in later generations.

It is highly contagious, has a rapid onset and a uniform course of disease.

It was only the third day and people started to fall.

Qin He had nothing to do about this, because both the plague pill and Jinchuang pill were gone.

We can only see whether their lives are strong or not. If they can carry it to Xianyun Temple, their lives can be saved.

Several officers on duty finally calmed down after the initial panic.

Three people directed the sick corpse cremators to be moved to a tent and gathered together. The remaining one and Wei Yuanji went to the county government to report the matter and discuss how to solve the problem.

While they were discussing, four more cremators fell down one after another, adding up to a total of nine, which was close to a quarter of the total.

This time, Normal Temperature, the Feiyuwei Baihu, played a big role.

After learning about the situation, he immediately ordered the temporary crematorium to break camp overnight and go to Xianyun Temple.

He has received definite news that the well water in Xianyun Temple has the effect of preventing and curing the plague. At present, the plague in Xianyun Temple has been controlled.

Of course, there still need to be some personnel left behind.

The people at the Dongcheng Crematorium looked at me and I looked at you. They were a little moved, but when they saw that Qin He and Xu Changshou didn't move, they stayed behind.

A quarter of the people fell, but none of them were from the Dongcheng Crematorium, which gave them a certain amount of confidence.

In the middle of the night, the entire temporary crematorium became much emptier.

Qin He watched the team go away and continued to burn the corpses.

In troubled times, people's lives are like nothing. The corpse-burning craftsmen are given enough safety under the lamp, but the plague inevitably takes advantage of it.

Nine fell, is that much?

Not much.

Usually, in their respective crematoriums, nine out of forty people die in three days, which can only be said to be a little too much.

Besides, these nine just fell down and are not dead yet.

You know, the average life expectancy in a crematorium is less than three months.

These are troubled times, there is today but no tomorrow, just get used to it.

Qin He focused on the present, and when dawn approached, he burned a very interesting corpse.

How do you say this person? One word to describe him is "tiger".

The deceased's name was Song Yinglong, and he was the son of Song Huixing, the Prime Minister of Fang County. He had been heartbroken by Prime Minister Song since he was a child.

Songxian Cheng himself was a scholar and had read books for decades.

Don't underestimate the scholar, it is also a matter of fame, and if you make some money, you can donate it to an eighth- or ninth-grade Sesame Official to shine on your family.

Songxian Cheng wanted to go further all his life and take the exam to advance his official career.

But he has struggled with himself for most of his life, but he has always failed.

When he was over fifty, he had a son.

Songxian Cheng suddenly felt that he no longer had to compete with himself.

I have a son.

If you can't pass the exam yourself, train your son to pass.

Hey, this is hoping that your son will become a dragon.

As the old saying goes, if you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.

You always think about something, keep it in your mind, and want to make it better, but nine times out of ten, it won't get better.

Life will be unsatisfactory nine times out of ten.

Song County Magistrate is very thoughtful, very thoughtful.

Those who are interested wish that Song Yinglong could recite poems while breastfeeding, write poems after being weaned, recite poems and compose poems at the age of three, splendid articles at the age of five, and become the top scholar in high school at the age of fifteen.

While the child was drinking milk, Song County Magistrate read the Four Books and Five Classics with him.

When the children were eating, Magistrate Song put the rice aside and said that he should learn a section of the Four Books and Five Classics before eating.

The child woke up in the middle of the night, and Magistrate Song told him not to go to sleep first, but to study a section of the Four Books and Five Classics before going to sleep.

When the child peed, Song County Cheng Nian pinched half of the child's urine and told him to learn a section of the Four Uncles and Five Classics before peeing.

Let your child drink a ounce of ink first thing in the morning every day.

It is said that if there is ink in the belly, poems and books will come naturally.

Hey, let alone a child, even a cow can't stand it.

The more Song County Prime Minister kept nagging from the side, the more Song Yinglong became rebellious and rebellious.

You asked me to study, but I refused to study. I went to practice martial arts, and I was still trying to find a master for myself.

How to find it?

Auditions!

That incident caused an uproar in the whole county.

But he is the son of the county magistrate, so he built it.

All the three sects and nine schools in the world will listen to it, huh?

The son of the county magistrate seeks a teacher?

This is a great opportunity to make a fortune!

The audition is purely to see who can boast the most.

After much selection, Song Yinglong chose a master who knew how to "iron cloth shirt", saying that his iron cloth shirt was invulnerable to weapons and bullets, invulnerable to all poisons, and was innately invincible.

All you need to do is take a comfortable bath and use the spell to practice it.

What kind of master is this? He is just a charlatan.

The bath is not a real bath, but a practice water mixed with herbs.

Just pick up a handful of weeds on the side of the road, dig some tree roots, and dip it into the water. This is the practice water.

It's not cheap, fifty taels of silver a bucket.

Anyway, there are all kinds of tricks in the middle, and various extras perform together.

Song Yinglong was so convinced that he took out thousands of taels of silver from home.

Finally, the swindler took a look and saw that the county magistrate's family had almost emptied out. He was afraid that something would happen if he emptied more, so he said to Song Yinglong: "Good disciple, you have mastered the magical skill of iron cloth shirt. From now on, you will be invulnerable to all kinds of weapons and poisons."

I invaded my body and traveled far and wide as my teacher. We are destined to meet again."

Song Yinglong was so moved that he reluctantly shed tears to say goodbye. He also stole more than a thousand taels of silver from home and told Master to spend it on the way.

What you are saying is that this is because I have been drinking ink since I was a child and haven’t written poems and books, but my brain has been damaged by drinking ink.

As soon as the liar left, Song Yinglong began to feel bad.

If nothing happens, just show off your muscles with people on the street.

I caught a knife seller. I'm not afraid of your knife in the iron cloth shirt. Come on, come on, give me a knife.

If you catch a brick-burner, come here, hit me with a brick.

The knife seller and the brick baker looked at each other and said, "Good guy, your father is the second-in-command in the county. I'm going to injure you. It's a light meal in jail. If you can't save it, you'll be exiled to Jiubian."

They didn't dare to take action.

But he couldn't stand Song Yinglong's persistence.

If you don’t cut me, you won’t shoot me, right? I’m in a hurry with you, I’m pestering you every day, and I’m making it impossible for you to do business.

The two of them are forced to do nothing, what should they do?

Squatting in a corner, I thought about it and came up with a solution.

The knives are blunt and the bricks are powdered. Both of them are experts, so they can make this trick easily.

The sky has turned upside down, everything is ready, and the extras are also ready.

The knife did not cut in, and the brick was unscathed. The whole hall cheered.
To be continued...