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

Return to the crematorium.

Qin He was very satisfied. Except for accidentally killing a clone of an unknown existence, everything else was perfect.

After the soul-catching lamp was installed, corpses that were difficult to burn would be thrown into the crematorium.

It saves you from the discomfort of spending time in a crematorium.

There were five other bodies put into the furnace, plus two more that were set on fire for the cremation, making a total of seven.

It's another fruitful night.

After happily chewing a fruit of strength, the two shadow puppets in the crematorium came first.

There was nothing much to see, they were all refugees from other places, one was a poor tenant farmer, the other was a bankrupt peddler.

Gave him a power fruit to increase his internal strength for three years.

Then there are the five corpses in the crematorium.

This is a bit interesting.

The cause of death was indeed being bitten to death. The murderer was none other than the demon wolf in the mass grave.

It was originally unknown whether it was a dog or was originally a wolf. After its cultivation increased, it turned into a wolf, or awakened the wolf's bloodline.

In short, it is a wolf now.

It is so big that it can almost cut a person in half with one bite.

The five people who were bitten were in the same group and formed a weird little group.

It's called the Dog Beating Gang.

The one who was bitten in half was the leader of the Dog Beating Gang, named Zhang Sanpi. He also had a nickname, "Zhang Dajia".

Since ancient times, there have only been wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. The name "Zhang Dajia" tells you that he is a hunter.

He was from Pengcheng in Lu. His family had been hunters for generations, and he had inherited the skills of hunting and setting traps. Although life was hard, he made a decent living.

But there are unexpected changes in the weather, and people are subject to misfortunes and blessings at any time.

There was a severe drought in Lu, and a huge wildfire that spread across several prefectures burned down the entire family of Zhang Dajia, including their houses. He was the only one who survived.

The forest was burned and the wild animals on the mountain disappeared.

Zhang Dajia had no choice but to leave the mountains to find a way to survive, thinking of coming back after a few years when the wild animals in the mountains had recovered.

But all of Zhang Dajia's skills are used for hunting. When he comes down from the mountain, he can only use the strength of his arms. He works hard every day, but has no food or clothes, and no place to live.

Hearing that the Grand Canal Wharf was recruiting boatmen, he went to the canal wharf.

But after being hungry for such a long time, he had lost a lot of weight. When the dock manager saw his appearance, he immediately drove him away.

This is also the fate of the vast majority of refugees. The fat ones become thin due to hunger, and the thin ones become even thinner. Within ten days or half a month, people will starve to death.

These days, except for the wealthy merchants, landlords and the rich, no one has much surplus food. The disabled are just breathing corpses, and they just need to be buried.

Later, Zhang Dajia heard that the emperor issued an edict to provide relief to the victims and set up a refugee camp in the capital, where they could drink porridge and make a living.

So he followed the army of refugees and finally arrived in the capital.

But when they entered the refugee camp, they found out that the food there was not porridge at all, but white meat.

It's truly a case of the survival of the fittest.

Zhang Dajia stayed there for half a month, killed people and ate white meat.

They were not able to escape until a riot broke out in the refugee camp.

After escaping, Zhang Dajia accidentally discovered a treasure trove - a mass grave in the east of the city, which was filled with packs of wild dogs.

Zhang Dajia immediately found a way to survive. He dared to hunt tigers in the mountains, let alone wild dogs.

With a rope and a branch, he could make a noose. If a wild dog stepped on it, it would be hung in the air and die in a few seconds.

Thanks to his skills, Zhang Dajia was finally able to eat his fill, and it was meat.

Although dog meat is also raised on white meat, it is much better than eating white meat directly in the refugee camps.

And it is meat after all. If it is sold on the market as musk deer meat or deer stag meat, it can be exchanged for some copper coins.

There is no doubt that Zhang Dajia is very lucky.

For a period of time after that, Zhang Dajia lived a relatively comfortable life. There were wild dogs everywhere in the mountains, and there were no such many preys even in the deep mountains and old forests.

Although he was often found out for selling dog meat under the guise of deer, and was chased all over the streets, he was even thrown into prison and almost died.

But he finally survived without any danger and rented a dilapidated house to settle down.

The refugees were jealous when they saw that Zhang Dajia could have his fill every day thanks to the hunting dogs, so they followed his example and went to the mass grave to hunt the dogs.

But they don't have that ability.

Those who go in basically just deliver food to the dogs.

Those wild dogs that eat people for a living are not really dogs at all. They are more ferocious than wolves and pounce on anyone they see. The refugees are all skinny and skinny. They can neither fight nor escape. Once the dogs surround them, as many as they dare to die.

There were no solitary dogs in there at all, they were all in groups.

Otherwise, the mass grave would have caused the government to send out soldiers to encircle and suppress it, resulting in both sides suffering losses?

If it were that easy to kill, the wild dogs would have been gone long ago.

I can't say anything else about Zhang Dajia, but he is a professional at setting hunting traps. It has been passed down in his family for generations, and he is almost like Gao Bancheng, who has figured it out.

How to set a trap that can kill with one shot, make little noise and not attract the attention of dogs? Otherwise, even if you catch the prey, the dogs will rescue it or drag away the body.

Where can you go, where can you not go, and where should you go when the wind changes direction.

Where is the dog pack and what is their territory?

Which dog group is a soft persimmon that can be squeezed, and which dog group is not.

How to put drugs on the clamps and how to cover up your own smell.

Each and every one of them is a piece of knowledge.

It's a battle of brains, not blood.

If you insist on fighting, you will end up like an old man hanging himself because he thinks his life is too long.

But then again, there are many talented people in the world who can hunt and set traps, and there are definitely more than just Zhang Dajia. But if you want to say who lives the most comfortable life and has the most abundant harvest, it is definitely Zhang Dajia.

There is always a group of refugees around the mass grave who are thinking about beating dogs and eating their meat. More and more people join in, but the number of people does not increase at all, and the amount of meat they get out is far less than the amount of meat they send in.

But as time went by, Zhang Dajia discovered that the situation at the mass grave had changed. The dogs were obviously united together, with more and more command and cooperation, and the "dog king" in charge of the command was very cunning.

Just like soldiers on the battlefield, the dogs will surround you from far away and even set up ambushes. By the time you discover them, it is often too late. Moreover, some dogs are as strong as calves, which is particularly scary.

Zhang Dajia was almost surrounded several times and had a narrow escape from death.

As a result, the days of hunting for a dog gradually became difficult again, and sometimes they couldn't catch a dog for ten days or half a month.

After much thought, Zhang Dajia realized that he couldn't do it alone.

The wild dogs have gathered together, and if they fight alone, they will have to give back all their flesh sooner or later.

How to do?

Of course, it is to recruit subordinates.

Hey, this is the origin of the "Dog Beating Gang".

There is nothing much to say about the process of forming the gang. Zhang Dajia's reputation as a hunting dog has long been known outside. With just one call, the crazy refugees lined up to be selected by Zhang Dajia.

Zhang Dajia selected some smart and strong people to be their leaders. He gave orders behind the scenes, telling them how to do it, where to do it, when to do it, who would set the traps and who would keep watch, how to send signals when they saw danger, and so on.

People who are good at hunting are not stupid, and Zhang Dajia has eaten human flesh and killed people before, so he really has the prestige of a gang leader. The effect is naturally good, leading a group of people and living a comfortable life.

Just like that, the dog-beating gang and the wild dog pack, the deer croaker and the "wolf king" whom he had never met before, were like two armies facing each other.

Soldiers against soldiers, chariots against chariots, and the king does not see the king.

There are many dogs and refugees, and there are plenty of cannon fodder.

The two sides fought back and forth, deployed their troops, and made their own calculations. The scene became more and more grand and interesting, and all the thirty-six strategies were used.

But the problem is that the demon wolf over there did not follow the rules. After suffering a great loss, it became furious and jumped directly from its own palace into the palace of the deer.

Here comes a "beheading in the palace"!

It was last night. Zhang Dajia was drinking and eating meat with a few small leaders in the gang when he heard a knock on the door and opened it to look out.

Good guy!

A giant wolf, more majestic than a buffalo, stood outside the door, its eyes like lanterns and its mouth full of fangs. It bared its fangs at the five people and said, "Let's have dinner together~."

There is no need to talk about the ending, the difference in strength is too great.

The demon wolf ate five mouthfuls of rice, one mouthful for each person, and definitely took more than one bite.

Some lost their heads, some lost their legs, and some lost half their arms.

The deer croaker suffered the most. It was almost bitten in half, and its entire stomach was gone. It died with its eyes wide open.

The demon wolf has no moral principles~

The shadow lamp captivated the soul, the judgment was weighed, and the black-robed man spoke with golden words: "A guest from Pengcheng, in the boundless mountains and forests, one day landed on the edge of the East City; raising his arms and shouting, the Chu-Han border, the two heroes arrayed their forces on both sides of the river; the thirty-two disciples judged Wu and Yue, Zhuge Liang's magic strategy borrowed the east wind; if you ask who will be king in the mountains, it is Wude, the demon wolf."

Reward: Divine Clothes of Change.