"Oh~ the greedy little brat." Qin He shook his head and turned around and left.

If you can't give it again, you will be promoted to Mien and fight against Mien. Hou Xiaoliu may even be here.

That definitely won't work.

If he doesn’t leave, how can the Qingniu Daxian appear to spread?

How to "let the bullets fly for a while"?

Qinhe sends steamed buns not to be a charity, but only by giving up can you gain something.

...

After leaving the Immortal Temple, Qin He returned to the corpse burning house, and the turtle had already set off the two corpses selected today.

The thorax was not on.

Because the two corpses selected were tall, they could only continue to be in the back row.

Qin He pondered for a moment, and immediately picked up the yellow cloth bag containing the thorax and went out again.

After a day of trouble, the entire Kyoto was trembling. Except for the soldiers patrolling the night and the government office on duty, the entire capital was pitch black.

Even the bustling brothels and courtyards at night only have two or three dim lights.

The emperor was furious, and the soldiers and horses were ordered to arrest people.

It's fake to say you're not afraid.

Since the Dali Jian Dynasty, Feiyuwei has been a quick knife in the emperor's hand.

What does the emperor want to do with such a knife? But with the emperor's imperial edict, the knife will be unparalleled in the world.

You are a third-rank official. If you cut down with one knife, no one dares to sue the emperor for you.

The countless demons and monsters who used to wander in the dark seemed to smell the danger and could not lie out.

But one person is excluded.

Qinhe.

He carried the embroidered spring sword and came outside the Zhaozhu Gate with leisurely sound. His face buzzed and he walked in.

At this moment, Zhaozhu was still escorting prisoners, going in and out, and the hundreds of door guards only checked their identity tokens and then let Qinhe in.

Entering the underground Zhaozhu, Qin He turned left and right, and came to the Corpse Burning Hall.

The people in the Corpse Burning Hall were busy. Qin He glanced at him and found that Wei Wu was not here.

I've lost my number again, this guy likes to be lazy very much.

Qin He didn't go in because the time was no longer, but it was soon.

The first wave of corpses is approaching, and there are not many corpses in the hall, so the Burning Corpse Hall will not be overtime.

After all, they also worked hard for a day during the day.

So Qin He wandered around Zhao Prison leisurely.

Good guy, there are so many people.

The cells were almost full.

Even if it should be said, although Feiyuwei is not good at catching people, he can be stuffed into Zhaozhuo, and the qi-seeking technique swept over, nine out of ten are not wronged.

The remaining one is nothing but life should not be lost.

Feiyuwei is still quite professional in arresting people.

Of course, there are also very few who are inexplicably caught in.

For example, in front, there is a fat monk.

The five-flowered fish officers were picked up by a long horizontal line and sent it to the torture room in a swaying manner.

The leader was the arrest of the 100 households of the second team. Their happy expression was like an old farmer who killed pigs during the Chinese New Year.

A white-faced monster left and another fat man was caught.

It is beautiful to lose all the merits.

"Wuwuwu...you~you~宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝宝

The monk struggled hard, his big bald head shaking, and his mouth was whimpering, making the flying fish officers swaying around, and his feet were unstable.

This monk is also very strong.

Qin He passed by and shook his head speechlessly.

How many times have you been in and out?

What's wrong with Feiyuwei?

Playing Zhuge Liang in seven capturing Meng Huo?

Looking back, hey.

Another person comes.

who?

Wei Wu who was distracted.

The little bastard was happier than room temperature. The smile on his face could not be concealed, and he looked humble.

He pushed a car in his hand.

Qin He saw it in a wrong way.

Good guy!!

A cart of cow dung full!

The beam of this cow shit is getting bigger and bigger.

I don't know where to start.

It's endless.

"I'm going to commit sin."

Watching the monk and a cart of cow dung enter the torture room, Qin He shook his head again and turned around and left.

After walking for a while, a dull sound spread throughout Zhaozhuo.

Qin He's eyes lit up.

The corpse burning hall is closed and the work is over.

After a while, I walked over and found that the Burning Hall was closed.

Sensing that there was no one on the left and right, Qin He turned into a sponge, inserted it under the stone gate, and lifted it up with force.

After lifting a crack, I first threw the yellow cloth bag in, and then slowly lowered the stone door before it "flowed" in.

Body Reduction: When you need it, your muscles, bones, skin and flesh will be as soft as cotton.

When he entered the corpse burning hall, Qin He was secretly happy.

There are not many corpses, but there are still five.

It's a pity that the covers are all white, which means they are all local corpses.

After a group of people were killed by Ambagu chopping melons and vegetables in the Corpse Burning Hall, it has gradually replenished all the people, and the bodies are rarely left overnight.

But five are also profitable.

More importantly, after the Burning Hall, there will be no more rewards.

Qin He smiled, walked up to take off the soul-sucking lamp from the Burning Corpse Hall, and hung up his soul-sucking lamp.

It is almost exactly the same, and you don’t know it carefully, and you can’t see the difference at all.

After putting away the soul-catching lamps in the Burning Corpse Hall, Qin He began to work hard.

First, the zombie was slag. I found a burning corpse and put it on it. When the floor stove cover was opened, it started to burn directly.

No need to worry about fuel this time.

I just don’t know how long it will take to burn this time. The last time the corpse of the charm was burned for a long time.

Then there are the five corpses in the corpse burning hall.

He lifted the white cloth and saw, God.

None of them is complete.

Some people have lost their heads, some have lost their legs, some have lost their entire shoulders, and the worst one has lost their stomachs.

That's right.

All my stomach is gone.

Above the ribs and two legs, there is only one turning skin left, which is still connected, which is shocking.
To be continued...