Wei Wu swore that if he found the Green Ox Immortal in the future, he would drown him in cow dung.

If you poke cow dung without any problem, you will be a pervert!

Wei Wu did not make this oath casually, he was really prepared to find someone.

In order to express his apology, Chang Wen told him the size of the finger that Qingniu Daxian used to poke shit.

Different from ordinary people, to put it bluntly, he is fat, and not just ordinary fat.

Oh!

In troubled times, if you want to find a skinny guy, there are them all over the streets.

But you want to find a fat man.

That's not much.

…

The sun was rising and the wind was blowing. Qin He was lying on the carriage with his legs crossed, feeling very good.

The biggest goal of this trip has been achieved, and the merit has been accumulated to 40,000, and it is still increasing.

Several corpse cremators were also pleased with themselves.

Everyone secretly hid a bag of white flour steamed buns.

It was almost dawn on the day Feiyuwei set out to camp, and the kitchen had prepared food for the entire camp.

But when we broke camp, we were in such a hurry that we didn't even bother to bring them with us.

Therefore, the corpse cremator of the Dongcheng crematorium who stayed behind was completely advantaged.

Everyone's stomach was full after eating, and they walked around when they couldn't eat.

After storing it for two or three days, Qin He could smell it, but the cremators still regarded it as a treasure.

They also discussed that each person would collect two steamed buns as a gift for the eight cremators who stayed at the crematorium.

In troubled times, poor people never dislike bad food.

On the way back to the city, flying fish warriors roared back and forth, and their horses raised clouds of dust.

In comparison, the Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Division was like a dying old man, walking slowly for a day and a night to Fang County, and a day and night for the return trip to the capital.

After turning over the sky and the sun setting in the west, Qin He and his party finally returned to the crematorium.

The entire corpse crematorium was quiet, and no one came out to greet them or take a curious look.

"Guapi'er, you also said you would give them some white flour steamed buns. If you don't want to give them, I won't give them to you."

When Lao Liang saw it, he suddenly became sulky. He had already imagined the scene of "returning home in rich clothes". He took out the wine from his private collection and drank while bragging about how beautiful this trip to Fang County was.

But this situation... is so beautiful and lonely.

"Well, I won't give it to you either."

"If you don't give it, I won't give it either."

Liu Sanjin and Li Zizi were also unhappy, and everyone redistributed the steamed buns they had just contributed.

Qin He looked at the empty corpse crematorium and his heart skipped a beat.

There is a vague smell of blood lingering in the air.

At this time, the door to the duty room opened, and Yang Baitou walked out.

"Mr. Yang, where are the others?" Xu Changshou asked.

"Dead."

Yang Baitou was silent for a moment and said two words.

The sound was not loud, but it was as loud as thunder.

The atmosphere was stagnant at this moment, Xu Changshou's face changed drastically, and he asked in surprise: "What happened?"

"The night before yesterday, Di Lu Xizuo attacked this place..."

After Yang Baitou's narration, everyone knew what happened the night before yesterday.

The process is very simple, but it is enough to make all cremators feel desolate.

Di Lu Xizuo suddenly attacked the Dongcheng corpse crematorium and entered the rooms one by one to kill people. Ling Zhonghai, Gao Linkun and Li Tie fled immediately when they saw the situation and managed to escape.

But the cremators locked in the crematorium were not so lucky, and they were all killed.

Overnight, the Dongcheng corpse crematorium became a place of death. By the time Ling Zhonghai and the others returned with the Feiyu Guards, Di Lu Xizuo had already escaped.

"Everyone has a free day tonight. Ling Zhonghai and the other three went to the Soldiers and Horses Division to pick up new corpse cremators. The work will not start until tomorrow." Yang Baitou said. After speaking, he exchanged a few words with Xu Changshou and shook his head.

Worth it.

The cremators looked at me and I looked at you, their expressions were dull.

When corpses were thrown at people, only one cremator was killed; when Dilu attacked, one was killed.

In this world, people are much scarier than corpses.

No one said anything else, and everyone went back to their own crematoria.

The Dilu attack brought the cremators, who had just begun to look forward to the future, back to reality.

Qin He also returned to the crematorium.

A few days passed, and a layer of ash fell on the crematorium. Everything was still the same as it was before Qin He left.

Di Lu's purpose was to kill people simply and neatly, without setting fires or rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Lying on the bed with his head on his head, Qin He felt a fire swaying in his heart.

There are two ultimate philosophical questions in this world that can solve 90% of the troubles.

One is none of your business.

One is none of my business.

Qin He has adopted this as his motto ever since he saved a woman who almost killed himself.

Always be alert.

I am just a corpse cremator, a lowly person in the Li Dynasty.

Burning corpses every day to get rewards is enough for you.

Corpse burners, they change one after another. If they are not killed by Di Lu, they will be killed by corpses.

Why do you care so much? It’s not like you’re guilty.

Eight despicable lives, two with missing front teeth and leaky speech, two with stutters and stammers, I don’t know why the commander of the army fell in love with them, three with sores all over their bodies, scary to look at, and one who is deaf, just okay

Smiling silly at people and having yellow teeth can kill them.

"Bloody fate, die early and be born early!"

Qin He cursed, rolled up his bed, and went to sleep.

After a day and a night of driving, I was tired.

After a long time, Xu Changshou pushed the door in and saw Qin He sleeping. He sighed, turned around and left, and whispered: "What kind of shit is this world?"

The door closed and Qin He opened his eyes.

He got up and searched inside the house carefully. Finally, he found a hole in the big iron door.

Very fresh, chopped with a knife.

It was caused by a Dilu who cut off the iron lock and broke into the door.

When Qin He saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Since you chopped down my big iron gate, then this is nothing to do."
Chapter completed!