Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

Through the shadow puppets of the dead, Qin He saw that it was not just the death of the dead, but their life.

Their birth, old age, sickness and death, their joys and sorrows, their joys and sorrows.

Just like the commander-in-chief, he used to be a sharp soldier in the frontier army, fought against the Rong people and Dilu, guarded the border gates of the Great Wall, accumulated some military exploits, and was later transferred back to the Beijing camp to be promoted to the commander-in-chief.

He also used self-denial and hard work, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, hoping to imitate General Cao's elite army to serve the country.

However, the Beijing camp is not a frontier army after all. There are too many nepotism and too many factional struggles at the foot of the imperial city, making it impossible for him to take revenge, and he can only sink in the same rank.

There was a riot in the refugee camp, and he led his troops to take the lead in rushing to kill him. As a result, his soldiers dispersed in a rush, and he was trapped in a tight siege. He died in battle with resentment and unwillingness.

Only through this corpse, Qin He has a basic understanding of the situation and fortification defense of the Dali border.

Qin He also knows a lot about things outside the customs.

The contributor is Liu Cang, the Snake Immortal. Liu Cang is a fairy family in the Northeast. He followed the elders and contacted the high-level Dilu, and traveled to many places in the Northeast.

The dead with different identities cross-verified, and the entire eastern land was being pieced together in Qin He's mind piece by piece.

Back at the crematorium, Qin He picked up the shovel and went to the mass grave.

I picked up firewood yesterday and there is still a lot left, so I will try to burn two more firewood today.

It was a bit late, and the time for delivering the corpses had passed, so Qin He had no choice but to dig and grab the corpses, chasing one mass grave to another.

The group of dogs has never seen such an arrogant person chasing the dog's mouth for food, so they rose up to resist.

As a result, dogs barked at the mass grave all afternoon, which shocked the nearby residents to be suspicious.

...

"Junior Sister, what's the matter with those dogs, they've been barking for a long time."

In a ruined temple a few miles away from the mass grave, a beautiful woman in Tsing Yi with a sword in both hands asked another woman in white with a long mirror.

"Wild dogs grab food, don't worry about it." The woman in white responded casually, slowly pushing and pulling the long mirror, her almond eyes widened.

If Qin He were here, he would definitely shout, "Thief girl, return my Jinchuang Pill."

It was Bai Qing'er.

"Senior sister, this thing from Nanyang is so powerful, I can see the plaque on the crematorium clearly." Bai Qing'er looked surprised.

"This is called a telescope. If you like it, I will give it to you." The woman in Tsing Yi said.

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Bai Qing'er smiled happily.

"Junior Sister, the spies reported that you were seriously injured, but you seem to be fine."

"Then... it's because the Flying Fish Guard's eagle dogs didn't catch me and falsely report my military exploits. I just suffered some flesh wounds, and I'm almost healed." Bai Qing'er turned around unnaturally, avoiding the gaze of the woman in Tsing Yi.

The woman in Tsing Yi was a little strange, but he was not suspected.

"The world of mortals is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, samsara is endless, sorrow is endless, pity me and the world, there is a god descending from heaven, there is no old mother, and the homeland is empty."

At this moment, the Sanskrit sound sounded, its sound was like gold and iron, and it was indistinguishable from male to female, carrying a sonorous force that shook people's hearts and souls.

The two girls were startled, and hurriedly turned around and bowed towards a shadow in the ruined temple: "Welcome Master."

After the words fell, a masked man in black walked out from the shadow of the ruined temple without a sound, and his sharp eyes fell on the two of them, as if materialized.

"Congratulations, master, congratulations to master, the change in the refugee camp, our holy religion has killed thousands of people, and the great cause is one step closer." The woman in Tsing Yi took a step forward.

"It's all thanks to master's strategizing to win the capital." Bai Qing'er also said.

The man in black said in a low voice, "This time, one is the court's crimes, and the other is that the envoys are of the same mind, and you are also responsible for it."

"Thank you, Master, for your praise." The two girls said in unison.

"Qing'er, how is your injury?" Hei Yiran focused on Bai Qing'er.

"Back to Master, it's just a skin injury. The imperial eagle dog lied about his military achievements, which made you worry, Master." Bai Qing'er said hastily.

"Oh?"

There was finally a trace of doubt in the calm voice of the man in black.

"Master, even Feiyuwei started to lie about his military achievements, this dog court can't last for a few days." The woman in Tsing Yi sneered.

"The more critical it is, the more careful you must be."

The man in black looked away from Bai Qing'er, who opened his small mouth and exhaled carefully.

"Master, what will my junior sister and I do next?" the woman in Tsing Yi asked.

"The plan remains the same, act according to the plan, and try to avoid getting close to the Dongcheng crematorium recently."

"What happened to Dongcheng crematorium?" Bai Qing'er raised her head.

"Hehe, it's strange to say that a little grandson of Liu Cang was burned alive there. It has sent slaves to the south. There may be a fierce battle there. You just wait and see what happens."

"Yes, Master."

...

At sunset, the red clouds fly in the western mountains, and the corpses are snatched from the mass graves to return to the camp.

Carrying a shovel on his shoulder and taking steps that no relatives would recognize, Qin He is in a good mood.

Nothing else, three corpses were collected in one afternoon, and he didn't walk back until the firewood he picked up last time was burned out.

People have no external wealth and are not rich, and horses have no night grass and are not fat. This corpse must be snatched to be fragrant.

Thanks to street fighting techniques, Qin He fought with the dogs for 300 rounds, and finally retreated unscathed.

If he worked harder and subdued the dogs, he would be awarded the title—the King of Mass Burial Mounds.

"Yo, isn't this Qin He, you're back."

At the gate of the crematorium, three officials were directing the refugees to deliver the corpses to each crematorium. The leader, Ling Zhonghai, greeted Qin He.

Recently, Qin He has dealt with murderous corpses one after another, and all of them passed the test safely, and gradually his status is higher than other cremators.

Especially last night's murderous corpse, Feiyuwei's normal temperature was frightening to see, but it was also burned by Qin He.

Originally, this treatment was given to Ma Tuzi. After Ma Tuzi died, after several trials, it fell on Qin He.

Regardless of the unit, there must always be a few capable people, or you will have diarrhea at critical moments.

"Hello sir."

Qin He grinned.

Ling Zhonghai was the leader of the official staff of the crematorium, and he was considered half of Xu Changshou's boss.

Xu Changshou was not there, only the three of them.

"What are you doing here?" Seeing Qin He carrying a shovel, Ling Zhonghai asked curiously.

Qin He naturally couldn't tell the truth, and said, "Well, I planted trees, gold and silver mountains are not as good as green water and green mountains, and planting trees and forests is everyone's responsibility."

When the three of them heard this, their heads were filled with question marks.

"What is this silly boy talking about, why is he responsible, environmental protection?"

When Qin He passed by, Ling Zhonghai turned his head and whispered to the two people around him, Li Tie and Gao Linkun.

Li Tie shook his head, expressing that he didn't understand.

"It's nothing strange, kid, maybe there's something wrong with it." Gao Linkun pointed to his head.

Ling Zhonghai and Li Tie were taken aback, and only then did they recall that Qin He, the idiot, was indeed a little confused.

A few days ago, the nephew of Mr. Liu, the Minister of the Ministry of War, became vicious after being attacked and killed by a corpse. It was the corpse that this silly boy volunteered to burn.

Also, this silly boy would occasionally go out to bury unidentified ashes.

"Oh, it's pitiful. I became a refugee in another country, and I still have some mental problems. I must have never married a daughter-in-law at such a young age." Ling Zhonghai looked sympathetic.

"The world is bad, there is no way, it's difficult for everyone." Gao Linkun shook his head.

"It's hard enough to be able to travel so far to the capital with a brain problem." Li Tie also said.

Ling Zhonghai nodded slowly, and said: "Well, let's arrange for him to burn one tonight. Our crematorium is only capable of doing things like this fool, and we usually have to take care of what we should take care of."

Li Tie and Gao Linkun naturally had no opinion, whoever burned one more and who burned one less was just a one-sentence arrangement.

But at this moment, Qin He, who had already reached the door of Room No. 7, suddenly stopped and turned around.