Liu Changan took a breath and thought to himself, "You are blind and you can't see. Have you never seen it on the market?"

The "Duo Ling" that escorted you all the way south is gone, replaced by a pickled one that doesn't know where it came from, and there is something wrapped in a shroud under the creaking nest.

"Kill him to death!" Liu Changan screamed in fear.

The remaining four Ba Ya La were worthy of being the elites of hundreds of battles. The moment something went wrong in the situation, they had already unsheathed their scimitars, and with a command, they slashed at Qin He with their four sharp blades.

Qin He was actually confused at the time. Where did he go?

In a blink of an eye, four scimitars chopped off his head and face.

Good guy.

Would you say this scene is scary?

That's too late!

Flash back!

Just with a "swish" sound, Qin He disappeared and Duoling came back.

Duoling - a young man with great potential in Bagala, the nephew of Master Aqina, with ability and background, and will be the reserve leader of Bagala in the future.

I was so stunned that I couldn't watch it.

Four scimitars were used to cut off the head, and all the red and white stuff came out.

Liu Changan wiped his eyes and opened his mouth. A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead.

The four Ba Ya La also had round eyes in shock.

How come after four swords went down, Duoling came back again?

Something bad happened!

The worse thing was still to come. At this moment, I heard a shout from outside: "Here comes, Di Lu Xizuo is holding a meeting in the ruined temple in the west of the city!!"

Good guy, that volume can scare a deaf person awake.

Dogskin Hat glared and asked Liu Changan: "Master Zuo Ma, this... this must be abnormal, right?"

Liu Changan's face was pale and he almost didn't cry, "Lord Asha, run away~"

With that shout, the ruined temple in the west of the city was completely bustling. The Feiyu Guards, who had been hunting in the west of the city, led soldiers from the West City Soldiers and Horses Division to surround them. The torches were shining brightly like daylight.

Qin He saw it from a distance, laughed loudly and left the city.

This night in the capital, it was as lively as if it were a festival.

…

An hour later, the dust settled at Feiyu Medical School Ground.

Shen Lian, Yu Wenjing, and Ji Chengliang looked at the busy harvest in the middle of the night with mixed feelings.

Among these people were the White Lotus Demon, a Dilu craftsman, a habitual thief in the capital, a notorious thief, and a monk.

There must have been more than thirty people dead and alive. The dead were carried, and the living were shackled and gagged.

There are surprises, accidents and regrets.

To my surprise, I accidentally picked up a group of Dilu who were gathering and plotting. Five of them were captured and one escaped. Unfortunately, the five captured did not survive. The biggest gain was the White Lotus Demon, and there was also a monk and four

One gangster, five habitual thieves, and more than a dozen more whose identities have not yet been determined.

"Take him to trial."

Shen Lian waved his hand, and the Feiyu Guards swarmed up and took away all the dead and alive.

The great monk resisted with "oooooooo", and two or three Feiyu men could not hold him down. Yu Wenjing waved his hand, and seven or eight more came up to lift him up and carry him away.

"This monk seems to be a disciple of Master Fachan, the abbot of Jinguang Temple." Yu Wenjing watched the great monk being carried away, then turned to Shen Lian and said.

"Does he have any grudge against that young disciple of Tu Baishou?" Shen Lian asked.

"That shouldn't be the case. The younger generation should have nothing to do with the grievances of the previous generation. Neither Tu Baishou nor Master Fachan are talkative people." Yu Wenjing shook his head.

Shen Lian's lips turned up with a trace of bad taste, and he said: "Then let Tu Baishou's disciple go to the trial. Remember to do it in a secretive way, and we can watch the show."

Yu Wenjing and Ji Chengliang looked at each other and let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Back to the subject, how do you analyze this time when the Great Immortal Qing Niu and the Shroud Corpse are gone?" Shen Lian turned around and asked the two of them.

"The Green Niu Great Immortal and the White Lotus Demon are fighting for the shroud corpse. From a standpoint, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. In terms of strength, the Green Niu Great Immortal may be stronger than expected." Ji Chengliang said.

"As long as we pry open the mouth of Demon White Lotus, we will at least know whether the Great Immortal Qing Niu is a human or a demon." Yu Wenjing said.

Shen Lian nodded imperceptibly and said: "Interrogate as soon as possible."

"yes!"

…

Return to Qinhe and take the corpse in the shroud back to the crematorium.

The allocated corpses were only half burned. What happened before sounds long, but in fact it only lasted less than an hour.

Qin He planned to put the corpse in the shroud and burn it together, because the corpse in the shroud was dry and small and did not take up much space.

Cleaning the corpse and repairing the leaks is an indispensable step. At the same time, Qin He is also curious about what kind of heresy the corpse puppet refining is.

After undressing the corpse, Qin He finally saw the whole thing.

Needless to say, the size of a dwarf is only half a human, and it is skinny. The fangs and claws that grew out of the mutation are nothing special.

But Qin He still found many mottled blood clots on its claws and shroud.

It means that this thing has seen blood during the refining process.

It's so evil that it needs blood to feed it.

The most eye-catching thing is the traces of the body being pieced together. It was obviously sewn with needlework, and the joint positions of the two arms and two legs are clearly identifiable.

But it’s not just sewing, there are many unidentifiable marks.

Qin He was speechless. He talked about trying to save the world, but he did this kind of thing behind his back. What on earth was the White Lotus Sect, a professional rebel in every dynasty, planning?

Shaking his head, he decided not to think about things he couldn't figure out. He would have to deal with them again in the future, but getting the reward was the key right now.

After putting the corpse in the shroud into the cremator and pouring two ladles of fire oil on it, the shroud quickly turned into ashes, but the changes to the body were not obvious.

Obviously, this corpse is not easy to burn, and the skin becomes hard when the corpse nails are used.

But the more corpses there are, the more generous the reward will be.

In order to speed up, Qin He opened his arms and blew air into the crematorium.

Enough air was blown into the fire of the abyss, the color of the fire was obviously darker, and the temperature of the crematorium rose a lot.

The speed of incineration of corpses in shrouds has finally sped up a bit.

When Qin He was busy, the big bastard's head slowly stretched out from the bucket. He looked at Qin He's busy back and hesitated for a long time before whispering: "Master, I can help you with your work."

The big bastard is living on tenterhooks these days, although after having a meal with Qin He, Qin He's attitude toward him has changed.

But the big bastard always feels that if he is of no use, he will have to be put into the pot sooner or later. This is a master who will burn others if he doesn't like spicy food. He is moody.

There is only one thing in its little head right now, survival.

Qin He glanced back at the big tortoise and said with a smile: "What can you do with your small body?"

"I, I can help you blow the bellows, if my injury is healed." The big bastard said, and in the second half of his words, his voice became quieter again.

What it is thinking about now is whether it can work or not. It needs to express its attitude first. Even if it is rejected, it can at least make itself safer.

But what it never expected was that its thoughts would have echoes.

He does not mean that.

Qin He was stunned.

What do you say, big tortoise? Let’s not talk about other functions. It can always be used to look at a house.

Yesterday, I reported to myself that there was a corpse cremator sneaking around to dig through his crematorium.

Now we have a friendship of eating wine and meat, and we used it as a weapon at the beginning.

It's a bit inappropriate to put it in the pot again, and I don't know how to cook the tortoise.

After thinking about it, Qin He decided to officially remove it from the menu. Let the bastard be a bastard. If he can eat spicy food with him and look after the house, he is a good bastard. So he took out the Jinchuang Pill from the creaking nest and threw it into the bucket, saying

: "This is healing medicine. You need to cure the shell on your back first."

The big tortoise's shell has not recovered since it was smashed last time.

"Thank you, thank you!" When the big bastard heard this, he was overjoyed.

Regardless of whether the medicine is effective, at least Qin He's attitude shows that his life is not in danger for the time being.

Without any hesitation, the big tortoise took the white pill suspended in the water and took it into his mouth.

Qin He turned around and pulled the bellows again. After pulling twice, his expression changed. He hurriedly took out another white pill from the creaking nest. The color and size were about the same as the pill thrown into the bucket. He sniffed and patted his head.

: "No, I got it wrong!"

What I was given was not Jin Chuang Pill, but Soft Body Pill.

He rushed over like lightning, grabbed the big bastard by the neck, and lifted him up, but it was too late.

The big tortoise's head was still in Qin He's hand, and his body fell to the ground with a "thud". He rolled and rolled from his feet all the way to the big iron gate.

How can I describe the old man with his stretched-out neck?
Chapter completed!