A face so rotten that not even an inch of skin could be seen came into Qin He's eyes.

If it weren't for the identifiable figure and clothes, Qin He would not dare to recognize the person.

All the skin on his face was gone, replaced by black pimples as big as soybeans.

At first glance, it looks like the skin of a toad, which is shocking.

In the morning, Xu Changshou carried a bucket of ashes and said they were burned by Ma Tuzi.

In other words, Ma Tuzi was not killed by a corpse.

The cause of death remains a mystery.

According to the rules, Ma Tuzi's body should be handed over to Feiyu Guards for disposal, and that was where the corpse would be transported in the morning.

I don’t know why I went back home again.

The question is obvious, but it is also obvious that there will be no answer for the time being.

Qin He has always thought about it if he can figure it out, and put it aside if he can't figure it out.

Two hundred corpse-killing nails are in hand, and the shadowless hands are skillful. The soldiers come to cover up the water and earth.

Whatever it is, just do it.

Wearing sackcloth and mourning, we first clean the body of Ma Butuzi.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, the face is completely rotten, so I can only make do with a lime brush to restore the normal "skin color", so as not to be confused and unable to recognize the person.

Clean it up, put the corpse on the stove, and recite some words to the corpse that I don't know whether it is useful or useless: Don't worry about where you are going, I will be blessed with wealth and wealth in your next life. Don't blame me for purifying yourself with the three fires, lest the insects harm you. Little craftsman wears your clothes

Wearing hemp and wearing cloth, I will help you change your clothes so that you can go on the road. You can lie down on the Sanqing platform and don't let the time pass.

The fire was set to burn coal, and the wind was blown to burn the corpses.

"Hoho~~"

When the fire started, Ma Tuzi suddenly opened his mouth, and a scream came from his throat.

When he rolled his eyes, he saw a pair of scarlet blood eyes, with cracked fangs, and he was about to pounce on people.

"Snapped!"

What greeted it was a slap as fast as lightning.

Ma Tuzi slammed it back hard.

A corpse nail was pierced between the eyebrows.

With fifteen years of internal energy and ten years of Taoist blessings, the inscriptions on the corpse-suppressing nails that were inserted glowed red, making Ma Tuzi emit black breath.

Qin He's eyelids twitched wildly, good guy, this corpse is not ordinary vicious.

Its mouth has long fangs and its fingers have sharp blades.

The corpse-suppressing nails nailed to the center of the eyebrows are rapidly melting and becoming thinner.

Without saying a word, the shadowless hand started, "Pap, Pap, Pap," and slapped fifty death nails on the murderous corpse before stopping.

It’s a wretched period of development, so be cautious.

One corpse-suppressing nail suppressed the murderous corpse. Fifty nails were used to suppress the corpse, and the corpse was completely unable to move.

The scarlet in his eyes slowly receded, he spat out his fangs and sharp mouth, and a breath of green breath slowly floated up. It was washed away by the heat wave of the furnace and dissipated in the air.

The so-called calamity refers to the last breath exhaled by a person before death. If it is contaminated, vegetation will wither. If it is contaminated by humans and animals, it will cause serious illness at the least, and death in the worst case.

When one breathes out one's breath, it means that the person is completely dead.

Ma Tuzi's body changed violently because of the bad breath stuck in his throat.

As for the reason, you can only watch the shadow puppet performance.

Everything goes according to plan.

Two hours later, the murderous corpse was completely reduced to charcoal.

The gray curtain fell, and the wooden pole stirred up the shadow puppets, performing the life of Ma Tuzi.

Ma Tuzi's name is Ma Wu. As you can tell from his name, he comes from a poor family and doesn't even have a proper name.

His parents were tenant farmers of a landlord's family, and he had seven children in total, five sons and two daughters.

With so many mouths open, it is difficult to maintain even in a good year, not to mention the severe floods and droughts that have occurred in Henan in the past two decades.

Two sisters were given away to be sold as maids, and two of the four brothers starved to death.

All in all, Ma Tuzi's life was slightly better, as he was adopted early to continue his legacy to a childless relative.

The clan relative was a butcher, so the horse butcher naturally became a butcher.

I traveled from village to village, traveling here and there, barely able to fill my stomach, met more generous owners, and occasionally had some meat. My life was much better than that of my original family.

Just like that, Ma Tuzi followed his stepfather, the clan member, to kill pigs for more than ten years.

His stepfather was pretty good to him. Over the past ten years or so, he had saved some money, built a tile-roofed house, and married him a wife.

But just like many innocent people in troubled times, when the torrential floods of troubled times sweep across the earth, an individual's destiny is like a leaf of duckweed in the storm, destroyed in an instant.

Ma Tuzi will never forget the night when the rebels crossed the border. The sky was illuminated red by the mighty torches. They were as powerful as locusts and the people were like evil ghosts.

After one night, everything that could be put into the stomach was swept away, and everything that could be burned was turned into ashes.

The village was completely destroyed, and Ma Tuzi could only follow the rebel army with his stepfather and daughter-in-law like most people, being carried away aimlessly to other places.

The journey was difficult, hungry and cold, the stepfather died of illness, and the daughter-in-law was lost.

Ma Tuzi also met his biological parents and family on the road, but like the light smoke in the wilderness, they were instantly lost among the rebels.

In the end, all that was left with Ma Tuzi was a butcher's knife passed down from his stepfather's family.

Not long after, the rebel army was defeated by the official army and corpses lay everywhere. Ma Tuzi luckily escaped with his life and followed some experienced refugees who had escaped from the famine all the way north along the canal to the Tongzhou Wharf, the place where grain was stored in the capital.

After starving for several days in the refugee camp, Ma Tuzi, like most cremators, came to the crematorium through the official commission.

Armed with evil aura and a butcher's knife for killing countless animals, Ma Tuzi had a smooth life of burning corpses, even corpses that were obviously mutated could be calmed down.

For Ma Tuzi, the half-year stay at the crematorium was like living a life that only a landlord could live, with a house to live in, food to eat, and a lot of free time.

However, the meal of burning corpses must be paid with life after all, and there has never been an exception.

The shadow puppet performance came last night. Ma Tuzi successfully burned the corpse. Suddenly he felt a chill down his spine and instinctively turned his head to look back.

He saw a handkerchief with a red fanged ghost head printed on it.

The handkerchief was fiercely placed on his face, which was filled with red light and fishy smell. Immediately after a burst of sharp pain, the performance came to an abrupt end.

The shadows and lanterns capture the soul, the judgment weighs, and the man in black robe opens his mouth: Busy and busy, gathering and separation, sorrow, so many human sorrows and joys, turn around and become empty.

The water patterns dispersed, and Qin He had a skill book in his mind: Flying Needle Technique.

Note: A flying needle pierces a poplar, and a hundred shots will hit the target.

Skill learning, the skeletal muscles crackled for a while, and there was a lot of flying needle training and practical experience in my mind. With a flick of my hand, ten iron nails clicked into a neat line and were nailed to the beam.

The roots were submerged, and dust fell from half the house.

Qin He was secretly delighted. This skill, combined with the golden needle making technology and shadowless hand, was a perfect match.

With a flick of the hand, it's not just a flying needle, it's like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

From now on, you don’t need to pat the corpse with your hands. If the corpse is poisonous, it will easily capsize in the ditch.

His strength has improved a lot, and he can nail corpses as well as people.

After trying a few more times, Qin He calmed down.

Ma Tuzi, you saved your own life.

The handkerchief that killed Ma Tuzi was the one in the hands of the female corpse yesterday, and the coldness from the back attack was exactly the same.

The difference is that last night, I was beaten to death without looking back, but Ma Tuzi did.

Two choices, two endings.

If he turned around, there was no way that what Ma Butuzi burned tonight was his own body.

As for the cause of death, he was skinned alive by the bloody ghost head, and his yang energy was also sucked dry.

The fine black pimples on Ma Tuzi's face were caused by blood leaking from blood vessels after the skin disappeared, and the person died quickly.

Qin He didn't know what the handkerchief was or why it appeared in the hand of the female corpse. The most important thing was that it never appeared in the shadow puppet interpretation of the female corpse.

I am puzzled by the explanation. I don’t know if there is a flaw in the shadow puppet interpretation, or if it has nothing to do with the female corpse at all.
Chapter completed!