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

For some unknown reason, after a drink, Qin He became a partner in corruption.

This damn world doesn't give good people any room to survive.

Is Lai Fu considered a good person?

As a result, he was kicked out of the house and left alone.

Do you think you are a good person?

What was the result? He was forced to go along with the crowd and his innocence was ruined.

Who can I go to for justice?

What?

Qin He is not a good person?

Well... then it doesn't count. Dear readers, you are the most important person, and whatever you say is what counts.

Qin He doesn’t care whether the spoils are divided or not. The problem is that if the coal is poured out, there will not be enough fuel.

How can I burn the Zombie? How can I get the rewards?

Buying coal is one way, but it's a bit ostentatious. The cremator buys the coal himself to burn the corpse, which is really conspicuous even if there is a secret cover-up.

Unprecedented event.

But Qin He is not worried. There are still plenty of solutions. Things will work out when the time comes. We can deal with it when there is no coal.

The wine was drunk from noon until afternoon, and everyone was happy.

The most cheerful one was the calf, which snatched food and water everywhere and was very strong. It took a lot of effort for the cremators to drive it away.

It won't eat the grass you give it, it insists on eating at the table and taking up a seat.

Finally, Liu Sanjin slammed the table and coaxed the calf into drinking seven jars of old yellow wine, which finally calmed it down. Old Liang, who loved wine, was so distressed that he trembled.

After eating, they were quiet for a few hours, but then night fell and the corpse arrived.

There are quite a lot of them, most of them are refugees and beggars who died of starvation and freezing, and there are also some others, such as faceless corpses.

Qin He picked two bodies, cleaned them and handed them to the big turtle. He burned the three bodies together with Erma Hun's body, then lay down with his legs crossed and waited for the reward.

Ermahun's body was almost cremated last night, and it was completely cremated in just half an hour today.

Through the shadow play performance, Qin He saw Ermahun's life.

Unlike Anbagu, who was born into a noble tribe, Ermahun was of much humble origin.

He was born into a family of eagle slaves and was the son of slaves.

The so-called eagle slaves are actually a small and impoverished tribe that are masters of eagle training. A few generations ago, the tribe lost the war and all the people became slaves.

Of course, there is a difference between this slave and the slave in the cage. You still live in the original place and do what you should do, but there is one thing: you have to pay a certain number of eagles regularly. If you have one less, you have to pay with a human head.

Under heavy pressure, the entire tribe struggled on the edge of food and clothing all year round, and life was very difficult.

Ermahun was born in this poor little tribe.

But Ermahun was intelligent and studious, and showed his talent for falconry at an early age. The eagles he trained were strong, ferocious, and human-like, and were quite popular among the elders of the tribe.

Although Ermahun was still a minor, his status in the tribe was already quite high. He often led the tribe out hunting and fishing, and they always had a good harvest. His military ability was also initially trained.

After struggling to make ends meet, Ermahun had more resources to train eagles. With his keen sense of smell, he sensed the decline of the slave-owning tribe. So he began to save money and train more eagles, offering the inferior ones that looked good but were useless, and keeping the good ones.

Opportunities always come to those who are prepared. Within a few years, the Di Lu tribe became increasingly powerful and indeed came into conflict with the slave-owning tribe of Ying Nu.

When Ermahun saw that the Eagle Slave Tribe had a chance to turn things around, he immediately led his entire tribe to join the Di Lu army, along with dozens of highly trained falcons.

Dozens of falcons looked around and attacked and killed the inferior eagles of the slave-owning tribe, and the entire sky became the world of the Di Lu.

The Di Lu general was overjoyed and immediately took Erma Hun with him and adopted him as his son.

After the first battle, the slave-owning tribe ceased to exist, and the eagle-slave tribe rose to prominence. Not only did they gain larger pastures, they were also rewarded with a large number of slaves and supplies.

After that, Ermahun led some of his tribesmen to follow the Dilu army in their campaigns to the east and west.

Coming from a humble background and having gone through many hardships, he has a tough character and plans everything carefully before taking action. Just like the eagle he trained, he has sharp eyes and will swoop down as soon as he finds a flaw, often achieving success with one strike.

He fought for more than ten years without a single defeat and made many military achievements. He was promoted from the smallest Niulu Zuoling to the commander of more than 10,000 troops and dominated the area.

Until he was personally named by King Di and ordered to go south to replace Anba Valley as the outpost for Dacao Valley.

It should be said that Erma Hun is a child of destiny, with great strategies and good at seizing opportunities in battle. His plan to surround and kill Shen Lian is almost flawless, and with the barrier-breaking talisman, it can be said that he is invincible.

However, he encountered what might be the most unreasonable pervert in the history of the East.

The small Tonggu Village fell like a comet.

As for Ermahun's right and wrong, good and evil, we will not mention it here.

One general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers. Justice does not command wealth, and kindness does not command soldiers. From ancient times to the present, who is right and who is wrong? No one can tell.

The shadow lamp captivated the soul, the judgment was weighed, and the man in black robe spoke with golden words: "The general's victorious songs spread across hundreds of battles, the eagle spreads its wings and makes ghosts and gods tremble. If you ask where the broken halberd sank into the sand, King Di waved his sword and pointed it to the south."

Reward: Sound Listening.

Listening: A small spell from the gods of the abyss. After learning this spell, you will be able to listen to the prayers of believers, know the sorrows and joys of all beings, and understand the blessings and misfortunes of the people.

Note: Those who are sincere are spiritual.

Qin He took a look and exclaimed, "Wow!"

The reward is so generous to me. I couldn’t figure it out during the day.

As soon as I felt sleepy, a pillow was brought to me.

After studying decisively, Qin He vaguely felt that he had two more directions of perception.

One is towards Xianyun Temple, and the other is towards the north of the pier.

But no one prayed for a long time.

But it is understandable that it is so late at night. Who would go to the temple in the middle of the night for no reason?

The remaining two bodies continued to burn, the fire was blazing, and they were burned after more than an hour.

Each of them was given a fruit of strength.

Qin He directly divided it among the big turtle and the calf.

The big turtle had eaten before, and although he was excited, he was able to suppress it. The calf's eyes were like lanterns, and he jumped and roared excitedly, almost overturning the crematorium. He only calmed down after being scolded by Qin He.

……

For many days after that, the snow fell heavier and heavier. Qin He stayed in the crematorium, drinking wine and eating small meals every day, and occasionally went out to buy groceries.

Early that morning, Qin He bought some meat and vegetables and was preparing to go back to make hot pot.

A group of soldiers came from the front, armed with sharp weapons and bright armor. There were also a few white-faced and beardless eunuchs. They rushed into the dock of the Sanjiang Gang with great momentum, and the passers-by were frightened and avoided it.

"Who are these people? Are they the Feiyu Guards?" Some outside merchants looked around curiously.

"These are the imperial guards of the inner court. Don't you see any eunuchs?" replied an old veteran in the capital.

"Why would someone from the inner court come to the dock?"

"Haven't you heard? Madam Fengsheng will leave the palace tomorrow to go to Guangyuan Temple to pray for Dali. The boat must be carrying tribute and flowers urgently sent from the south. Madam Fengsheng loves flowers the most."

"It's freezing cold, and you're sending flowers to the capital?"

"Look at your ignorant look. You are from outside. Madam Fengsheng's food, clothing and daily necessities, no matter where in the world, from Yunnan's golden nanmu, Lingnan's lychees, Sichuan's foie gras, Huguang's cauliflower, Qiongzhou's pearls, are all specially transported by people, all the way north without any obstruction. This is just a small matter."

"This, this, this...haven't all the officials' salaries been stopped? How can they still do this?"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful of the trouble you cause."

"..."

The onlookers waited, and after a while, they saw a tightly sealed wooden box being shipped out from the dock. The wooden box was sealed with iron sheets, and a small fire was simmering under the iron sheets.

As soon as he came out of the dock, he rode his horse into the city. He came and went in a hurry, causing chaos at the dock.

Qin He pinched his nose, watched the group leave, and snorted, "Leaving the palace."