It was getting dark and Wei Wu didn't come back.

The entire temporary crematorium was abuzz with discussions.

Chang Wen was being polite when he took Wei Wu away, but no matter how polite he was, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Wei Wu was being taken away.

When Qin He saw it, he almost laughed out loud.

I had never used the disguise technique before, but I didn't expect the effect to be so good the first time I used it, so I gave it to Wei Wu.

Qin He rode a bull to the Xianyun Temple, and what was riding on it was not his own face, but the face of Wei Wu disguised as his.

As for the mask on the statue, Qin He prevented the merit earned from being added to Wei Wu.

Qin He could fully imagine how long it would take Wei Wu to clear away his suspicions when the group of bandits in Xianyun Temple unanimously insisted that the Great Immortal Qingniu was Wei Wu.

As soon as Wei Wu left, Qin He let himself go instantly.

Without saying a word, Liu Sanjin, Li Laizi and Gu Sihai were ordered to move their crematorium far away and hide behind a low wall to avoid the soul-stirring lamps.

As for Wei Wu's little follower Wei Yuanji, he didn't even have any copper coins. He watched Qin He move the crematorium away but he didn't dare to say a word.

Fortunately, he didn't say it. If he dared to say it, Qin He had a hundred ways to teach him how to behave.

Without Wei Wu, you, a corpse-burning apprentice, are nothing. A one-star corpse-burning officer is still an official. Don't treat village officials as cadres.

Qin He discovered more and more that sometimes this star of copper coins was really useful.

Of course, there are people who want to persuade you.

For example, people like Xu Changshou and Lao Liangtou.

Everyone is stupid.

It's so safe under the camera light. Why don't you run so far without burning yourself?

Is there something wrong with your brain?

But looking back, I realized that Qin He's brain was indeed having a seizure almost every other day.

He is just sick.

Come on, let him be.

He is a dignified corpse-burning official, and he is very capable, so he can handle it well.

Xu Changshou shook his head and sighed: "This disease seems to be getting more and more serious. I have to find a way to cure it."

After dark, the motorcade carrying the body arrived.

Everyone else put the corpses into the cremator one by one, but Qin He was lucky enough to directly push away a corpse truck with six corpses on it, which was enough for a cremator in two days.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Wei Yuanji couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly chased after him: "Why are you dragging so many corpses at once?"

"I only burned one body last night and failed to complete the task. I have to make up for it today. Do you understand this is love and dedication?" Qin He kept pushing the cart and ignored him at all.

Wei Yuanji was left speechless, his face turned red and he couldn't say a word to retort.

Seeing this, Xu Changshou ran over and put his arms around his shoulders to comfort him: "Brother Yuanji, don't be angry, there is something wrong with my little brother." After saying this, he pointed to his head.

"Is there really something wrong?"

A trace of surprise appeared on Wei Yuanji's face.

"Fleeing from his hometown to the capital, he was the only one left in the entire clan, so he was very stimulated." Xu Changshou nodded seriously.

"Oh, that's quite pitiful." Wei Yuanji found the steps instantly and said, "How about I give him another load of corpses?"

"Hey, there's no need for this."

Xu Changshou looked at Wei Yuanji with a horrified look on his face and danced his hands like a fan.

I wonder if this brain disease is contagious or something, and here comes another one.

Wei Yuanji also realized that he was speaking without thinking. He coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "I know a person who can treat hysteria."

"who?"

"At the alley of Changling Lane in the capital, there is a blind fortune teller."

"Fortune teller, isn't that right?"

"Anyway, some people say he can do it."

…

Qin He stopped the cart and looked at the two people who were muttering, his face a little dark.

"You are the only ones who are sick, your whole family is sick."

The words were not pleasing to the eye, so Qin He simply closed his ears, played with the corpse and began to prepare for burning it.

The six corpses were unlucky and fell on the eve of the end of the plague.

The corpse cremator is not as big as the corpse crematorium. It is a little small, and Qin He can only match it.

A larger corpse and a smaller corpse are put on the stove together.

The plague corpse is not mutilated, so cleaning it up is not a hassle. Just wash the limbs and face, shake off the lime from the clothes, and the cleansing of the corpse is complete.

Shovel coal into the furnace, burn the coal to start the fire, and start burning the corpse.

One of the corpses shook a little. Although it was not lifted up, it made Qin He very happy.

This proves that avoiding the camera light is effective.

Then it’s time to wait.

Qin He resisted the urge to take out the flint for more than two hours.

The bodies were burned, one was that of a tenant farmer in the field, and the other was that of a woodman on the mountain.

Ordinary people live an ordinary life with nothing outstanding and live a very miserable life. When a plague strikes, not many of the family are left.

Rewarded: a fruit of power and a copy of "The Art of Sharpening Equipment"

Weapon Sharpening Technique: Learn this technique, and the sharp weapons you polish will be unparalleledly sharp and indestructible.

Qin He smiled.

Ordinary corpses can burn this kind of reward, which is quite good.

The key is practicality, especially for corpse-suppressing nails.

Corpse nails are just ordinary nails. The sharpness depends on how sharp they are when you get them from the blacksmith shop.

With this sharpening technique, the corpse-suppressing nail can be made larger.

Just when Qin He was thinking about upgrading the corpse-suppressing nail, the pillow came.

Pretty good.

The one who gave out the reward was the woodman who sharpened his knife and chopped firewood every day and developed the skill of sharpening his knife.

He learned the art of grinding decisively, put the fruit of power into the armpit space, shoveled away the ashes, and Qin He continued.

Two more corpses were put on the stove.

Everything goes according to plan.

But at this moment, there was a commotion in the cremator's camp, and someone screamed: "We've been hit by the plague."

All the corpse cremators were in chaos, running and shouting, and they all covered their mouths and noses with frightened faces.

Qin He hurriedly ran over and took a look. The two cremators of the Beicheng Crematorium fell to the ground and were twitching. If he looked carefully, they had dense black pimples on their bodies. It was obvious that they were plague.

And this was just the beginning. The two people who fell down seemed to have blown a whistle. Before the treatment started here, three more cremators fell down over there.
Chapter completed!