When Qin He saw the reward, he immediately grinned.

Horse bell: one of the nine tools for suppressing corpses. It can hear the sound of evil spirits and has the effect of suppressing corpses.

Nine tools for suppressing corpses: glutinous rice, talismans, ink thread, golden needles, black donkey hooves, horse bells, soul-taking lamps, corpse suppressing pills, and seals of the dead.

Ma Ling'er ranked sixth, only worse than the Soul Capture Lantern in Feiyuwei Corpse Burning Hall.

There is a method for making this kind of thing in the Nine Corpse Suppression Tools, and the process is quite complicated and troublesome.

First of all, the material is sourced. The horse bell is not an iron bell, it is made from the celestial bone of a monster called Ma Jian.

Ma Jian is a rare thing in the world. It likes to swallow corpses, and its skull has the effect of suppressing corpses.

After collecting the materials, there is refining, which involves more than a dozen processes, all of which are secret methods.

After the refining is completed, there is another step. It is not difficult, but it is quite time-consuming. The bell must be tied around the neck of the caravan leader, and let it follow the caravan to travel north and south, wearing the stars and the moon, going through wind, frost, cold dew, and absorbing enough human fireworks.

Only with popularity can spirituality slowly emerge.

The short term can be thirty years, and the long term can be fifty years.

In such a long time span, one generation in prosperous times and two generations in troubled times, even if they have the materials and know how to refine them, how many people can wait for this life?

Therefore, refining this stuff is not for your own use, but for your descendants.

Compared to Qin He's direct reward, it is incomparable.

Qin He only spent an afternoon and an evening, although it was still a lot of work.

Turning the hand over, the horse bell appeared in the hand.

This is a bell with a mottled body and rust. It looks no different from an ordinary horse or camel bell.

What kind of alien beast's celestial bone is used as the material, and the secret method of making it cannot be seen at all. The traces of time are quite heavy, and they are all patinated.

Shake it.

"Dingling bell~"

The sound is very crisp and pleasant.

After playing with it for a few more times, Qin He threw the horse bell into the space under his arm and said to the big bastard: "This body will be burned and put in a separate bucket."

"Yes, Master."

The big bastard looked back and nodded quickly.

In the crematorium, Ji Wubing's body had been burned until only the bones were left.

He was originally a smart person, but unfortunately his life was short-lived and his fortune was short-lived.

Born into a wealthy family, he was born a dwarf and had no blessings. He finally tried hard to gain fame, but was harmed by his adulterous relatives.

And these are nothing compared to the sufferings brought to him by strangers.

Living people refining corpses is a life worse than death. The various methods of refining corpses made Qin He feel horrified.

One wrong step and he would be doomed. His fate was too unfair to him.

"White Lotus Stranger?"

Qin He narrowed his eyes, those corpse refining techniques scared him quite a bit.

The little heart is fluttering.

This must be a beam.

…

"when!"

With the sound of gongs, the doors of the corpse-burning rooms opened one after another.

The day's work at the crematorium came to an end, no one announced the funeral, and it was another beautiful Christmas Eve.

Qin He handed over the ashes and received fifteen coppers, then headed south with Ji Wubing's ashes and placed a small grave next to Ma Tuzi and Liu Chengji.

Liu Chengji doesn't have to be lonely this time.

When we returned to the dock, the sun was already rising. Qin He had breakfast and entered the city.

As soon as they arrived at the city gate, a team of horses came out of the city with murderous intent. The people in the street were frightened and hurriedly ran away. One vendor couldn't escape and was knocked to the ground with his bag. He fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

Qin He took a look and saw that the leader was wearing a dark yellow flying fish suit and carrying an iron mace on his back. It was the iron mace god catching Yu Wenjing.

There were more than 40 people in the group, all of whom were elite members of the arrest team.

"The God of Iron Mace is out, I don't know where he is going this time."

"The way out of the city in the east is definitely Lingshan Guard. It is said that a strange ship came out over there, and hundreds of people have died."

"Why are there so many monsters and ghosts in this world?"

"..."

The people nearby were talking a lot.

Qin He grinned, turned left and right after entering the city, and came to the outside of a large mansion.

There are two big characters written on the plaque: Yuwen Mansion.

He turned over into the wall and waited for Qin He for a while before turning out again. He was wearing a dark yellow flying fish suit and a golden sword and walked towards Fusi Zhao Prison in Beizhen.

The Feiyu suit has a lot of momentum.

Wherever you go, you have the buff of "passerby avoidance".

No one or car on the road dared not to give way to him.

After three clicks, Qin He arrived at the gate of Zhao Prison.

"I've met Master Yuwen!" The officer on duty bowed and saluted.

"No gift."

Qin He waved his hand and walked straight over.

Official Baihu escorted Qin He until he was out of sight before he straightened up with a puzzled look on his face, "Didn't Yuwen Qianhu go to Lingshan Guard? Why did he come back again?"

Shaking his head, he didn't think much and kept guarding the door.

As Qin He walked along, people saluted him, which was like being addicted to officialdom.

Just when I was thinking about where to find someone, a person came across from me. When I saw it, I saw that it was that little bastard Wei Wu. He had his nostrils blocked, a basin in his hand, and his face was almost cramping with laughter.

Qin He looked puzzled and quickly called him over.

Wei Wu hurriedly ran over, nodded and bowed and said, "I have met Lord Yuwen."

Qin He looked at his basin. Oh my god, it was full of cow dung. It was quite fresh.

"What are you doing with this cow dung?" Qin He quickly covered his nose.

"Master Yuwen, this is for comparing finger shapes." Wei Wu replied with a smile, as bright as if he had been promoted.

Qin He was puzzled, thinking that you are all sick, so he shook his head and ignored it, and asked him: "Where is that White Lotus cult demon?"

"Master Yuwen, he is locked up in Room 10, Jiazi, and is under interrogation."

"Okay, then you go."

"yes."

After waving Wei Wu away, Qin He wound his way to the Jiazifang area.

After looking left and right, I finally found a shit-yellow door plate with "10" written on it above a cell.
Chapter completed!