A bad face that was so bad that he could not see a very beautiful face came into Qin He's eyes.

If Qin He hadn't been able to recognize his figure and clothes, he wouldn't have dared to recognize him.

All the skin on the face disappeared, and replaced by black bumps as big as soybeans.

At first glance, it looks like a toad's skin, shocking.

In the morning, Xu Changshou carried a bucket of ashes and said that it was burned by a butcher.

In other words, the horse butcher was not killed by the corpse.

The cause of death becomes a mystery.

According to the rules, the body of the Ma Butcher should be handed over to Feiyuwei for handling, and the destination of the corpse transported in the morning is where.

I don't know why I went 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 corpses were nailed to the hand, and the shadowless hand was skillful, and the soldiers came to block the water and soil.

No matter what it is, you can do it.

Wear mourning and clean the body of the horse and son first.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up. My face is completely broken, so I can only make do with a lime brush to restore the normal "skin color" so as not to be able to recognize people.

Clean up, move the corpse onto the furnace, and recite it to the corpse without knowing whether it is useful or useless: You don’t have to worry about the way you go, you have to be reborn in the Pure Land and Richness, don’t blame the three fires to purify you, so as not to harm the insects, the little craftsman wears hemp and cloth to change clothes for you, and you can lie down on the Sanqing platform, and don’t let the time pass.

Fire and burn coal, blow wind and burn corpses.

"Ho ho~~"

As the fire broke out, the horse butcher suddenly opened his mouth and a scream came from his throat.

When you turn your eyes, you will see a pair of scarlet bloody eyes, sharp teeth cracked, and you will jump up and you will be about to pounce on someone.

"Bang!"

It was greeted by a lightning slap.

The horse butcher smashed it back heavily.

A corpse-sticking nail pierced into the middle of the eyebrows.

Fifteen years of internal strength and ten years of blessing of Taoist practice, the inscriptions of the corpse-suppressing nails that were stabbed in, making the horse butcher sizzle black air.

Qin He's eyelids were pounding wildly. What a guy, this corpse is not ordinary fierce.

The mouth has fangs and fingers have sharp blades.

The corpse nailed to the middle of the eyebrows was slowly melting and thinning.

Without a word, Wuying activated his hand and slapped fifty corpse-squeezing nails on the body of the ferocious corpse before stopping.

During the period of despicable development, caution is the best.

A corpse-suppressing nail suppressed the ferocious corpse. After fifty of it, the corpse could not move at all.

The scarlet in his eyes slowly retreated, his sharp teeth and a mouthful of sharp mouth slowly floated up, and was washed away by the heat wave of fire and dissipated in the air.

The so-called disaster breath is the last breath that a person exhales before death. If the grass and trees are contaminated, they will have wool. If the human and animal are contaminated, they will be seriously ill, and if they are seriously ill, they will die.

Once the disaster is exhaled, it means that the person is completely dead.

The horse butcher's corpse changed violently, and it was this troubled breath that was tangled in his throat.

As for the reason, I can only watch the shadow puppet interpretation.

Everything goes step by step.

Two hours later, the evil corpse completely turned into coke.

The gray curtain fell, and the wooden pole stirred the shadow puppet, interpreting the life of the horse butcher.

The Ma Tuzi's name is Ma Wu. You can tell from the name that he is from a poor family and doesn't even have a serious name.

His parents were tenants from the landlord's family, and he had seven, five children, and two daughters.

With so many mouths, it is difficult to raise even if the weather is good, not to mention that the severe floods and droughts in Henan have been taking turns to cause disasters in the past twenty years.

Two sisters gave the sale to become maids, and the four brothers starved to death.

In short, Ma Tuzi's life was slightly better, so he adopted it early to a sonless relative and sequel to the incense.

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

When you travel from village to village, run around, you can barely fill your stomach. When you meet a more generous home, you can occasionally eat some water meat. Your life is much better than your original family.

Just like that, Ma Tuzi followed his stepfather, the clan, to kill pigs, and he had been killed for more than ten years.

His stepfather was pretty good to him. In the past ten years, he saved some money from his teeth, built a tiled house, and married him a wife.

But just like many innocent people in troubled times, when the flood of troubled times swept across the earth, personal destiny is like a duckweed leaf in a storm, and it is destroyed in an instant.

The horse butcher will never forget the night when the rebels crossed the border. The mighty torches shone the sky red like locusts and people like evil ghosts.

After a night, everything that could enter the stomach was swept away, and everything that could burn turned into ashes.

The village was destroyed, and the horse butcher could only follow the rebel army like most people, with his stepfather and daughter-in-law, and were aimlessly wrapped and flowed to other places.

The road was difficult, hungry and cold, the stepfather died of illness, and the wife was lost.

Ma Tuzi also met his biological parents' family on the road, but just like Qingyan in the wilderness, he was lost in the chaos in an instant.

In the end, only the only one who stayed with Ma Tuzi was left with a pig-killing knife passed down from his stepfather's family.

Not long after, the rebel army was defeated by the official army, and the corpses were everywhere. The horse butcher escaped by chance. He followed some experienced refugees to the north along the canal and came to the capital's grain storage area, Tongzhou Wharf.

After several days of hungry in the private camp, like most corpse burners, the butcher came to the corpse burning house through official missions.

With a vicious aura and countless pig-killing swords, horses and slaughtered corpses, life is smooth sailing, even corpses with obvious changes can be kept honest.

For Ma Tuzi, the half-year period in the corpse burning house, it was a life that only landlords could live, with a house, a meal, and a lot of free time.

However, the rice that burns a corpse requires life after all, and there has never been an exception.

The shadow puppet performance came last night. Ma Tuzi successfully burned the body. Suddenly, he felt a little cold on his back and instinctively turned his head back to look back.

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

The handkerchief suddenly covered his face, with a red light and a fishy smell. Then a sharp pain came to an abrupt end.

The shadow lamp captures the soul, the judge weighs the weight, the man in black robe Zhang Jinkou: busy, gathering and dispersing, sorrows of sorrow and joy in the world, turning to emptiness.

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

Note: Flying needles penetrate the poplar, and you will hit every shot.

When learning skills, the skeletal muscles crackled, and there was a lot of flying needle practice and practical experience in my mind. With a casual swing, ten iron nails were nailed in neat shapes on the beams of the house. The whole piece was scattered, shaking the dust in half of the house.

Qin He was secretly happy. This skill, combined with the metal needle making technology and shadowless hand, was perfectly matched.

With a casual swing, it was not just a flying needle, it was simply a rainstorm pear blossom.

In the future, there is no need to pat the corpse with your hands. If the corpse is poisoned, it will easily capsize the gutter.

The size of the body is improved a lot, and you can nail corpses and people.

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

Ma Butcher, this is his life.

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

The difference is that he beaten to death last night and did not look back, but the butcher turned around.

Two choices, two endings.

If he turned around, he would say that the Ma Butcher burned his body tonight.

As for the cause of death, it was skinned by the blood-colored ghost head and the yang energy was also sucked dry.

The fine black bumps on Ma Tuzi's face were formed by the blood oozing out of the blood vessels after the skin disappeared, and the person died soon.

Qin He didn't know what the handkerchief was and why it appeared on the hands of the female corpse. The most important thing is that it never appeared in the shadow play of the female corpse.

I couldn't figure it out, I don't know if it was because of the shadow puppet interpretation or it had nothing to do with the female corpse.

Too weird.
Chapter completed!