The sun sets in the west.

Qin He was riding a Lamborghini, with a small mink sitting on his shoulders, and Wang Tiezhu was riding a small donkey.

Hui Miqiu followed behind with the oxcart he was pulling.

The shadows of the group of people were drawn long in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The group of people were greeted by Ling Zhonghai and Li Tie.

"Hey, Master Qi is back." Ling Zhonghai happily greeted him.

Since returning from the battlefield in Lu, Feiyuwei awarded Qin He a four-coin crematorium, and Qin He's status in the crematorium has increased even more.

At first, he was called Qin He, that fool. Later, he was tailed, and then he was called "Brother Qin" to be affectionate.

And now, Qin He is called "Master".

People outside call him "Master Qin", but people who are familiar with him mostly call him "Master Qin."

Especially the people at the crematorium, because the crematorium in Qinhe is No. 7.

It sounds nice and easy to find.

"Master Qi, what are you doing here?" Li Tie asked curiously.

This ox cart was originally used to pull coal. It had a cover and was used for certain purposes. Now it is covered with a cover and it is covered tightly.

I don't know what's inside, but I can vaguely hear the tinkling and movement inside.

"firewood."

Qin He said with a smile.

This name chosen by Wang Tiezhu is so appropriate that it has almost turned into slang.

Regardless of whether it is a corpse, an evil cultivator, or a ghost that created a corpse, these two words can be used instead.

"firewood?"

Ling Zhonghai and Li Tie looked at each other and did not dare to ask further questions.

The corpses are burned with coal, not firewood, and only the corpses can be burned.

Master Qi is the first disciple of Immortal Qing Niu. God knows what skills Immortal Qing Niu taught him.

Keep an eye on the door, ask less, and don't show off.

By the way... do what you like.

So Ling Zhonghai changed the topic and asked with a smile: "Master Qi, twenty-one pieces of firewood will come to the house in a while. Do you want to add a few more?"

Qin He paused and instinctively wanted to say no.

Because there are already six pieces of firewood, and they are all resistant to burning.

But then I thought about it, the dragon is about to be slain, I have to fight hard, make progress, and burn more when I have the chance.

So he stretched out three fingers and said, "Here are three."

"Okay, I'll pick it up soon and I'll bring it to your door." Ling Zhonghai quickly agreed.

Qin He was already in a good mood, but now he felt even better.

The trio of villains finally fully understood the ultimate secret of villainy.

I have to give some rewards in the evening, it’s not easy.

…

A moment later, the three bodies of Ling Zhonghai were delivered to the door.

Nine pieces of firewood are lined up in a row, which is truly spectacular.

A female ghost, a skinny old man, a magician in black, an evil cultivator with compound eyes, a male and female corpse, and a young man with demon bones.

Each one has an extraordinary aura, and the types are different from each other.

The female ghost belongs to the spirit type, the skinny old man is a mummy, the black-robed alchemist is a rotting corpse, the compound-eyed evil cultivator is a living person, the male and female corpse belongs to the sutured corpse monster, and the young man with demon bones belongs to the demon type.

This convinced Qin He that there must be a big tree behind the Lotus Religion, otherwise it would be impossible to gather so many corpses.

Wang Tiezhu was familiar with the road, prepared the corpse cremator, and assembled two simple corpse cremators.

First move the ordinary corpses up, clean them and arrange them. They are easy to burn, so arrange them first.

Liu Chaihuo witnessed everything, some were angry, some were horrified, some were dissatisfied, and so on.

Seeing how uncomfortable they were holding back, Qin He, with a hint of "humanitarian concern", waved his hand and released the seal of their speech.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"How dare you treat me like this? Tell me your name~"

As soon as the seal was released, the six firewoods all asked questions.

The words are still the same.

"You want to know who I am, no problem." Qin He pulled the reclining chair up, shook his legs and grinned: "This is the Corpse Burning Hall, I am the Four Coin Corpse Burning Officer of the Feiyu Guard Burning Corpse Hall, Wei Wu,

Nice to meet you all, I hope we can have a pleasant conversation before going to the stove."

As soon as these words came out, Hui Miqiu, who was busy cleaning up the corpse, turned his head in shock.

Qing Niu Daxian, still has a habit of impostor?

No wonder everyone in the corpse-burning hall of Wei Wu’s deity was shouting to beat him.

What a sin!

"The official who burned the corpse for only four dollars is lying!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Boy, if you have the guts, do it openly!"

"Let me go and fuck your ancestors!"

"..."

Conversations without rules are always chaotic and chaotic.

But Qin He was patient and took out a string of gilt copper coins from his arms and hung it on his chest. He smiled leisurely and said: "I am really the official who burns corpses with four coins. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

"As for why I invited you here, it's very simple. I just want to burn you."

"I'm sorry if I scared you."

"But my mind won't change."

"Also, please be polite when speaking and don't bring up elders. Thank you."

Qin He responded one by one with a smile.

"Don't do sneak attacks if you have the guts. Let's fight openly and one-on-one. Do you dare?" The demon-bone youth was dissatisfied. He was the one who felt the most aggrieved.

Good guy, before I could finish my sentence, a big shovel came over and smashed it to the ground. It's not martial ethics.

When he was dragged back, he was told that it was going to be burned, so he couldn't understand the situation at all.

"No." Qin He shook his head directly.

"Don't you dare?"

"It's not necessary. You are not qualified to raise conditions now."

"Boy, why don't you ask me who I am, Mr. Demon Bones? With your earthly fire, you can't hurt me in the slightest. After a while, your life will be worse than death." The Demon Bones young man

His face was proud.

It does have proud qualities. It has demonic bones all over its body, and is invulnerable to water and fire, and is invulnerable to magic power.

Mortal fire really can't hurt it, and it's still working hard to wear away the seal. It won't take long before it can regain its freedom of movement.

Not just it, but the other five as well.

The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showed their magical powers, and did not sit still and wait for death.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a blue fireball suddenly shot up on the other side of the crematorium, and fierce heat swept through the entire crematorium instantly.

At that time, Wang Tiezhu used flint to invite Nanming Lihuo out and began to burn the corpse.
Chapter completed!