"Squeak, squeak, squeak~"

Hui Miqiu pulled the ox cart and followed Qin He and Lamboji to the next location.

It no longer knew how to describe its shock.

The female ghost, who has been practicing Taoism for more than three hundred years and has condensed into a physical entity, is actually powerless to resist in front of the Great Immortal Qingniu.

You know, ghosts are very good at fighting and have extremely powerful attacks.

If Hui Miqiu faced off against this female ghost, he would die in three or five hits. The difference was huge.

Even if a little chicken is caught, it can be scratched and pecked a few times, but the female ghost is not even as good as a chicken in front of the Green Niu Immortal.

Such a gap in strength can be called a natural chasm and insurmountable.

"Master Zhu, do high-ranking officials like to burn corpses?" Hui Miqiu asked Wang Tiezhu cautiously while he was lagging behind.

It investigated Qin He and found that Qin He seemed to have a strange passion for corpses.

Similar to occupational addiction, simply put, it is an addiction to burning corpses.

This puzzled him for a long time. Occupational addiction may be some kind of habit and behavior, but treating occupation as a hobby is really a long-lasting phenomenon.

Do fishermen enjoy fishing?

Will the woodcutter enjoy chopping wood?

It's almost impossible, life is life, and habits are habits.

When you develop a hobby into a means of livelihood, the hobby and the means of livelihood often become disgusting.

Do as little as you can, and don’t do as much as you can.

Qin He's behavior of not being satisfied with the number of corpses allocated for cremation every day, but also taking the initiative to dig outside, is simply unbelievable.

More importantly, what he is passionate about is the murderous corpse.

It's simply...incomprehensible.

Isn’t the process of turning a corpse into ashes wonderful?

You're not using it to make soup.

If it is used to stew soup, that would be easier to understand.

"Do things honestly, why are you asking blindly?" Wang Tiezhu glanced at it and did not answer.

"Yes, yes, yes." Hui Miqiu nodded in agreement, but it had already got the answer it wanted.

The four words "Don't ask blindly" showed that he was right. The bastard demon's instinctive disgust and warning was completely because there was no three hundred taels of silver here, and the answer was clearly stated.

The Great Immortal Qingniu really likes to burn corpses.

"Corpse?"

Hui Miqiu muttered in his heart, he knew that there were some very special corpses in the capital.

Some corpses were even manipulated for a living.

The bustling and dense capital city is bustling with people, and not just living people are walking around.

…

After walking for a while, we arrived at the burial place for the second coffin.

Hui Miqiu stopped the car, picked up the shovel and rushed to dig, very diligently.

After a while, it and Wang Tiezhu dug out the coffin.

The Yin Qi was still wrapped like a cocoon, Qin He followed the gourd's example, first a thunderbolt came to loosen the binding, and then he shoved it down directly, causing the coffin lid to fly off.

"Jiejiejiejiejie, see the light of day again...Jin Yunzi, you didn't expect that I would have a chance to see the light of day again, jiejiejiejie~~"

A violent burst of black smoke spurted out.

An old man wearing Taoist robes and with a wizened face jumped out.

He was as skinny as a stick, his eye sockets were sunken deeply, and two green lights were embedded in the deepest parts of his eye sockets. His whole body was shrouded in black mist, like a vine or a snake.

He glanced around, locked his eyes on Qin He and others, and asked: "What year and month is it today?"

Wang Tiezhu twitched and said: "June of the first year of Chongzheng."

"In the first year of Chongzheng, what is the name of the year of Chongzheng?" The skinny old man looked puzzled and said, "Where is our Great Rong Khanate?"

"Dead." Wang Tiezhu answered simply, mixed with his bad taste.

They are just firewood, and appreciating their desperation before putting them on the stove is one of the few joys in the business of burning corpses.

"Our Great Rong Khanate has actually perished?" The skinny old man's face was indeed moved, and black energy began to spread all over his body.

"They have all been dead for hundreds of years." Wang Tiezhu finished his attack, then pointed at the female ghost in red in the car and said, "She can testify."

"Who are you?" The skinny old man stared at Wang Tiezhu and shouted angrily: "You are so bold and barbaric, you actually lied to me?"

Wang Tiezhu winced when he was stared at, and hurriedly shrank behind Qin He, saying: "Sir, it's time to take action."

"Um."

Qin He nodded and grinned.

"Clang!"

The next moment, the big shovel hit the old man on the head at extremely fast speed.

A huge golden corpse-suppressing pattern was printed directly on its forehead, and green smoke emitted.

The old man shook a few times.

With a "chirp" sound, it fell to the ground.

The second one, done.

It was time to tie and nail. After a while, the old man's body was thrown onto the bullock cart.

continue.

The third one.

This was a black-robed alchemist, his whole body was as pale as a dead pork that had been soaked in water for three days and nights. The rancid smell was so strong that Wang Tiezhu almost vomited.

Still looking up to the sky and laughing: "Hahahaha... I see the sun again, see the sun again, hahaha~"

After laughing, his eyes locked on Qin He and others, and asked: "Please tell me quickly, what year and month is today?"

The people and beasts looked at each other, speechless.

I don’t understand that this plot of jumping out of the coffin and laughing, and asking what year and month after laughing, is it a unified script set up by that idiot?

"Today is the sixth month of the first year of Chongzheng, and it is also the anniversary of your death." Wang Tiezhu replied in a somewhat disgusted tone, and then whispered to Qin He: "Sir, let's speed up and don't talk nonsense with Chaihuo."

"Um."

"Bang!"

Da Hei shoveled down and harvested the black magician.

The fourth figure, compound-eyed evil cultivator, the script continues.

"Jie Jie Jie, I'm back again~~" the compound-eye evil cultivator was arrogant.

"You ants, please tell me..." the compound-eye evil cultivator pressed.

"Today is June of the first year of Chongzheng~" Wang Tiezhu answered quickly.

"How...how did you know I was going to ask this?" Compound Eye Xie Xiu was stunned.

"They all asked that." Wang Tiezhu pointed his mouth at the oxcart next to him.

"Clang!"

The big black shovel fell, and the harvest was "a compound-eyed evil cultivator full of question marks."

The fifth body is a male and female corpse.

"Yin and Yang unite, the power is boundless, see the sun again, see the sun again, hahaha~"

"Today is June of the first year of Chongzheng~"

"Clang!"

Harvest the "laughing fused corpse".

The sixth body is the young man with demon bones.

"Jie, Jie, Jie, go to hell, my fate is up to me..."

"Clang!"

Harvest "the young man with demon bones who hasn't finished speaking yet".
Chapter completed!