After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

A face so rotten that not even an inch of good skin could be seen came into Qin He's sight.

If it weren't for the figure and clothes that could be identified, Qin He wouldn't have dared to recognize him.

All the skin on the face disappeared, replaced by black bumps the size of soybeans.

At first glance, it looks like the skin of a toad, which is shocking.

In the morning, Xu Changshou brought a bucket of ashes and said that they were cremated by Ma Butcher.

In other words, Ma Tuzi was not killed by the corpse.

The cause of death remains a mystery.

According to the rules, Ma Tuzi's body should be handed over to Feiyuwei for disposal, and the destination for transporting the body in the morning was there.

I don't know why I went back home.

The question is obvious, but it is also obvious that there will be no answer for the time being.

Qin He always thinks about things when he can figure them out, and puts them aside when he can't.

With two hundred corpse-suppressing nails in his hands and his shadowless hands skillfully applied, he could fight against any enemy with his generals and block any water with his earth.

Whatever it is, just do it.

Wearing mourning clothes, he cleaned the body of Ma the butcher first.

In fact, there was nothing to clean up. The face was all rotten, so I could only brush it with lime to restore the normal "skin color" so that the ghost would not be unable to recognize me.

After cleaning up, move the corpse to the furnace and recite a few words to the corpse, which may or may not be useful: Don't worry about your journey, you will be reborn in paradise and be rich and noble. Don't blame me for the three fires that purify your body, lest insects harm you. The craftsman will wear hemp and cloth to change your clothes for your departure. Lie down on the Sanqing platform, don't let the time pass by Mao.

Light the coal and blow the air to burn the body.

"Ho ho~~"

As the fire started, Ma Butcher suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sharp scream from his throat.

When his eyes rolled back, they revealed a pair of scarlet bloodshot eyes, sharp fangs, and he jumped up to pounce on people.

"Snapped!"

It was greeted by a lightning-fast slap.

Ma Butzi hit him back hard.

A corpse-suppressing nail pierced into the center of the eyebrows.

With fifteen years of internal energy and ten years of Taoist practice, the inscription on the corpse-suppressing nail that was inserted into the horse scalder glowed red, causing Ma Tuzi to emit black air.

Qin He's eyelids twitched wildly. My goodness, this corpse was extremely ferocious.

There are fangs in the mouth and sharp blades on the fingers.

The corpse-suppressing nail nailed between the eyebrows was rapidly melting and becoming thinner.

Without saying a word, the shadowless hand started to move, "pa pa pa pa", and it shot fifty corpse-suppressing nails onto the corpse before stopping.

During the developmental period, caution is advised.

One corpse-suppressing nail was enough to suppress the evil corpse. After fifty nails, the corpse was completely unable to move.

The scarlet in his eyes slowly faded away, and with a sharp fang, a breath of green evil air slowly floated up, which was washed away by the heat wave of the fire and dissipated in mid-air.

The so-called evil spirit is the last breath exhaled by a person before death. If plants and trees are contaminated by it, they will wither. If people and animals are contaminated by it, they will become seriously ill at the very least, and may even die.

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

The corpse of Ma the butcher had become so deformed because of the evil spirit stuck in his throat.

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

Everything is going according to plan.

Two hours later, the corpse was completely turned into charcoal.

The gray and white curtain falls, and the wooden pole moves the shadow puppets, interpreting the life of Ma Butcher.

Ma the butcher's real name was Ma Wu. As the name suggests, he came from a poor family and didn't even have a proper name.

His parents were tenant farmers of a landlord's family. Including him, they had seven children in total: five sons and two daughters.

It is difficult to feed so many mouths even in a year of good weather, not to mention that Henan has been plagued by severe floods and droughts for the past twenty years.

Two sisters were sold as maids, and two of the four brothers starved to death.

All in all, Ma Tuzi had a slightly better fate, as he was adopted early by a childless relative to continue the family line.

Since a relative of his clan was a butcher, Ma Tuzi naturally became a butcher as well.

He went from village to village, running around, and could barely fill his stomach. If he met a generous host, he could occasionally eat some offal. His life was much better than that of his original family.

In this way, Ma Tuzi followed his stepfather, a relative of the same clan, to slaughter pigs for more than ten years.

His stepfather was quite nice to him. He saved some money over the past ten years, built a tiled house for him, and found him a wife.

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

Ma Tuzi would never forget the night when the rebel army crossed the border. The vast torches lit up the sky red, they were like locusts, and the people were like evil spirits.

After one night, everything that could be eaten was gone, and everything that could be burned was turned into ashes.

The village was completely destroyed, and Ma Tuzi, like most people, could only follow the rebel army with his stepfather and daughter-in-law, and was carried away aimlessly to another place.

The journey was difficult, he suffered from hunger and cold, his stepfather died of illness, and his daughter-in-law was lost.

Ma Tuzi also met his biological parents on the road, but like the wisp of smoke in the fields, they were lost in the chaotic army in an instant.

In the end, all that was left with Ma Tuzi was a pig-killing knife passed down from his stepfather.

Not long after, the rebel army was defeated by the government army, and corpses were everywhere. Ma Tuzi escaped with luck and followed some experienced refugees who had escaped the famine and went north along the canal to Tongzhou Wharf, the grain storage place in the capital.

After starving for several days in the refugee camp, like most crematorium workers, Ma Tuzi came to this crematorium through the help of an official who had his bones examined.

With a murderous aura and a butcher knife that has killed countless animals, Ma Tuzi's life of cremating corpses is going smoothly. Even the corpses that are obviously mutated can be suppressed.

For Ma Tuzi, the six months in the crematorium were like a life only a landlord could live. He had a house to live in, food to eat, and plenty of free time.

However, cremating corpses will eventually result in a death penalty, and there has never been an exception.

The shadow play performance ended last night. Ma Tuzi had successfully burned the corpse when he suddenly felt a chill on his back and instinctively turned his head to look back.

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

The handkerchief suddenly covered his face, it was red and smelled fishy, ​​and then after a burst of severe pain, the performance came to an abrupt end.

The shadow lights captivate the soul, the judgment is weighed, and the man in black robe opens his golden mouth: busy and bustling, gathering and separation, so many joys and sorrows in the world, all become empty in the blink of an eye.

The water ripples dissipated, and a new skill book appeared in Qin He's mind: Flying Needle Technique.

Annotation: The flying needle pierces the willow tree and never misses the target.

As he learned the skills, his bones and muscles crackled, and his mind was filled with a vast amount of flying needle practice and practical experience. With a casual flick of his hand, ten iron nails "snapped" and "snapped" into a neat straight line and were nailed to the beam of the house. The whole nail was penetrated, shaking off half of the dust in the house.

Qin He was secretly delighted. This skill, combined with the golden needle making technique and the shadowless hand, was a perfect match.

With a flick of his hand, it was more than just flying needles, it was a torrential rain of pear blossoms.

In the future, you don’t need to pat the corpse with your hands to suppress it. If the corpse is poisonous, it will be easy to capsize.

The level of coolness has been greatly improved, and it can nail both corpses and people.

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

Ma Butcher, this is saving your own life.

The handkerchief that killed Ma Tuzi was the same one in the female corpse's hand yesterday, and the coldness of the attack from behind was exactly the same.

The difference is that last night I didn't turn back even if I tried to kill myself, but Ma Butzi turned back.

Two choices, two endings.

If I turn back, it's possible that the corpse that Ma the butcher burns tonight will be my own.

As for the cause of death, it was because the bloody ghost head peeled off his face alive and sucked away his yang energy.

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

Qin He didn't know what the handkerchief was or why it appeared in the female corpse's hand. The most important thing was that it never appeared in the shadow puppet performance of the female corpse.

I am completely baffled and don't know if there is something wrong with the shadow puppet performance or if it has nothing to do with the female corpse at all.

So weird.