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

Qin He was very excited when he saw the reward.

The first is the Soul-Capture Lamp. Needless to say, it ranks seventh among the Nine Corpse-Suppressing Devices.

Apart from the Corpse Suppression Pill and the Rebirth Seal that follows, this one is of the highest grade, and its production process is several times more difficult than that of the Horse Bell.

The dignified Feiyuwei Cremation Hall, the highest-level cremation ground in Dali, also uses soul-capturing lamps.

As for the effect, there is no need to mention it.

A single horse bell prevented the corpses in the crematorium in the east of the city from even moving, let alone attacking people.

Every Christmas Eve, Xu Changshou and several officers on duty would sleep all night.

The soul-capturing lamp is more powerful than the horse bell.

The most important thing is that this thing is a reward that I earned myself.

That!

At once!

Do not!

Calculate!

外！

force!

This is fun.

It's a dead thing, it will take forever to burn itself to death.

The coal in the crematorium was running out at any time, and the fuel supply was already becoming scarce.

And it can only be started at night.

With this soul-capturing lamp, this problem can be solved.

The second is the magic of manifestation.

Divine Manifestation: A small spell from the gods of the abyss. After learning this spell, your oracle will face all living beings directly.

Note: This technique requires the consumption of merit to cast.

This spell, like the previous one of listening, is a small Shinto spell.

Although it is small, it is from the abyss and has a brand.

The abyss where the gods reside, the magical abyss, the omnipotent abyss, anything produced in the abyss must be a masterpiece.

The only drawback is that it requires consuming merit, which is a bit annoying.

As for its function, it is to display the oracle, but the annotations do not clearly explain how it is displayed, but it is basically certain that it needs to be cast on a specific target.

Looking at the back of the giant turtle that was about to shovel the ashes, and then looking at the merits that had increased to more than 120, Qin He decided to give it a try. He locked onto it and wrote five words with shaking fingers: Look behind you.

The magic power vibrated slightly, and the magic was activated. The big turtle who was busy was stunned and turned his head as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin He asked knowingly because he didn't see the words that appeared.

It seems that the content of the divine manifestation can only be seen by the target of the casting, and others cannot see it.

"Just now... a line of words appeared." The big turtle said uncertainly.

"What kind of words?" Qin He asked.

"The words were golden, and the handwriting was so ugly, it looked like a worm crawling." Big Turtle recalled.

Qin He: “…”

"Master, what's going on?" asked the big turtle.

"There must be something wrong with your eyes. It's an illusion." Qin He said unhappily.

"Really?" The big turtle suddenly looked self-doubting.

Qin He ignored it, closed his eyes and took a nap, scanning his mind for merits.

It's actually one hundred points less.

This thing consumes quite a lot of energy.

It has been accumulated in Xianyun Temple for several days, and it is enough to show its power like this.

Qin He suddenly became worried again. It was not easy to gain merit.

It is difficult to make money, but spending it happens in the blink of an eye.

We have to think of a solution.

I renovated a dilapidated temple, but now, let alone any merit, there is not even anyone praying to me.

Times are tough.

The people have a hard time, and the gods also live a hard life.

However, at this moment, Qin He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes suddenly looked like dog eyes worth ten thousand taels of gold.

He stretched out his hand and clapped his hands, and the man jumped out of the chimney.

The frightened big turtle and the little calf looked puzzled.

……

Time goes backwards.

Outside the Qingniu Immortal Temple, Hou Xiaoliu was wearing only a single layer of clothing, his hair and eyebrows were covered in frost, his nose and face were blackened by the cold, his teeth were chattering constantly, and he staggered on the snow.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Hou Xiaoliu felt that he would not live long.

There had been no news of his master since he was imprisoned in the East City Bingmasi Prison. Having suddenly lost his master's protection, he could only rely on his not-so-sophisticated stealing skills to barely make a living.

If you are lucky, you can steal something once and it will last for a few days. If you are unlucky, you won’t be able to steal anything for a few days and may even get beaten.

A heavy snowfall made stealing much more difficult.

Traces left on the snow make it difficult to escape, and people are in a hurry, so there are fewer targets for theft.

He failed this morning. Not only did the stolen items get returned to him, he was also beaten and his clothes were stripped off.

It was freezing cold, and he hadn't eaten for two days. He was planning to return to his place of residence, but the four gates of the capital were suddenly closed, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the ship was late and hit the wind again.

The sudden change forced Hou Xiaoliu into a life-or-death situation.

My body was almost frozen and I didn’t have the energy to steal anymore, so soon I reached the last moment.

Hou Xiaoliu's consciousness began to blur, and only the instinct to survive was holding on.

As Hou Xiaoliu was walking, he suddenly saw a temple on the side of the road. After hesitating for a moment, he walked in.

When traveling around the world, people always follow a saying: "It is better to sleep in a desolate grave than live in a dilapidated temple."

His master once told him that abandoned graves are most likely to be haunted, and as for dilapidated temples, entering them is the gate of hell, a gathering place for demons, ghosts, evildoers and butchers. If you don't have enough skills, don't go there.

There are rumors that after the heavy snow, refugees in the capital have started to eat each other.

If there are cannibalistic refugees occupying the temple, you will most likely be served food if you go in.

But at this time Hou Xiaoliu had no choice. He could not find a place to shelter from the wind and snow, and if he fell down, he would never be able to get up again.

Hou Xiaoliu staggered into the temple.

After looking around, I found that it had been cleaned up. There was a statue of a god on the top, an altar under the statue, and a cushion under the altar.

The moonlight reflected on the snow, and the statue was clearly visible.

An immortal riding a cow, wearing a mask, with a line of words next to him: The Great Immortal of the Green Ox.

Hou Xiaoliu knew about the Great Immortal Qingniu and said that the plague in Fang County was caused by the Great Immortal Qingniu showing his divine power. He created a plague well and saved millions of people.

He is a great immortal who saves people from suffering and has infinite merits.

The news had already spread throughout the capital, and had been hotly discussed in the streets and alleys for quite some time. Storytellers and opera singers even brought the Green Ox Immortal to the stage.

Although it is famous, Hou Xiaoliu has never seen anyone worshipping the Green Ox Immortal. Today is the first time he has seen it. He doesn't know who is visiting the temple. He remembers that it seemed to have been abandoned a long time ago.

Looking at the portrait of the Great Green Ox Immortal, Hou Xiaoliu knelt on his cushion and, with a desperate hope, clasped his hands in prayer: "Great Green Ox Immortal, who saves the suffering, please show your spirit and grant me a way to survive, so that I can have something to eat, even if it's just bran."

The cold wind howled, and Hou Xiaoliu's trembling voice slowly faded away. There was a dead silence all around, as if he had never prayed.

The weather is even colder at this moment.

His master once told him that when the world is in chaos, even gods will find it difficult to save it.

If praying to gods and Buddhas were useful, the world would not be in chaos.

Hou Xiaoliu curled up on the mat, waiting for the end of his fate.

At this moment, with a "bang", something hot hit his face.

Hou Xiaoliu opened his eyes and was stunned.

Steamed bun!!