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

Flying Fish Guard temporary camp.

A small camp of a few hundred people is much smaller than a large military camp of tens of thousands of people.

But the Feiyu Guards were particularly good at choosing a location, next to the city wall. Apart from other advantages, the fact that they could be sheltered from the wind was enough.

The carts formed a circle, unloaded the cowhide tents, lit the stove for warmth, and started cooking. Soon, smoke rose into the air.

The crematorium workers borrowed the light from the crematorium hall and lived in cowhide tents. More than a dozen people gathered around the furnace.

That's quite warm~

The taste is a bit strong.

But this doesn't pose a problem for Qin He.

Odor Purification: By performing this technique, you can remove all odors from the target, the effect varies depending on the target.

The shadowless hand, with the power of the purifying technique, threw it out all at once, "biu~biu~biu~biu~"

In the entire tent, not only were there no people, but even the smoke from the burning coal was no longer pungent.

It's just magical.

Qin He spread his bedding next to the stove and then crossed his legs and climbed over it.

A nest of gold or silver is not as good as your own bed.

Two words, comfortable.

"Brother Qin, why did you disappear so late?" At this time, Liu Sanjin came over curiously and asked.

Upon hearing this, the other crematorium workers also gathered around. Qin He was now the boss of the East City Crematorium. Even Ling Zhonghai had to look at Qin He's face when distributing corpses. Everyone was watching him closely.

As for Qin He himself, he is simply a great immortal, extremely awesome.

"Don't talk nonsense, I've been on the boat the whole time." Qin He narrowed his eyes, trying to hide his mistake.

"I saw it all. You came back from outside." Liu Sanjin retorted.

"Look, look, what the hell are you looking at~" Old Liang slapped Liu Sanjin on the forehead and scolded him, "What are you talking about? Shut up!"

"That's right, you're the one who talks too much nonsense~" Li Quezi also reached out and slapped him.

Liu Sanjin was slapped twice for no reason. Looking at the looks from others, he covered his head and dared not speak.

Qin He smiled slightly and said nothing.

"Brother Qin, tell me, can we go back safely this time?" Old Liang pushed Liu Sanjin aside and came in to ask.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Qin He hopefully.

During the last Fang County plague, Qin He claimed that no one was infected at the East City crematorium. Turns out, not a single person was infected. It was truly miraculous. Many people died at the crematoriums in the other three cities.

This trip south was full of panic. The government soldiers, the White Lotus demon, and the rebel army were all capable of killing people. Now there was a corpse chaos, which made it even more dangerous.

No one knew how Qin He got it right last time, but even if it was just luck, it was still good fortune.

It's hard to say whether they are the ones who speak the law and their words are the law.

Even if it's nothing, at least it's good luck.

At this moment, everyone hoped to hear auspicious words from Qin He.

In the past, if you died, you would be dead. In this ghost world, the sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn. Closing your eyes and stretching your legs is a hundred times more comfortable than living.

But now, no one has died in the Dongcheng Crematorium for a long time, and even the daily life has become more lively.

Old Liang loves to drink. Every day he pours a small spoonful of wine into the wine gourd and adds a ladle of water. He takes a sip whenever he has nothing to do. His life is so good.

Liu Sanjin loves to eat meat. He hangs two pieces of bacon on the beam. When he eats mixed flour buns, he scrapes them off and rubs them against the meat to satisfy his craving.

Li Quezi was even more amazing. He would go to the entrance of the old alley to bargain for a price every few days.

In a word, I can't bear to die.

The originally eerie and terrifying East City Crematorium inexplicably became a "home", even though it was populated by a group of rough old men.

Qin He opened his eyes and glanced at everyone, then closed them again and said quietly, "Don't worry, we can all go back alive. At most, we'll have to endure some hardship."

"Okay!"

"Brother Qin said he could go back alive!"

"That's great~"

"..."

The cremators were suddenly very excited and their faces were full of smiles.

"Brother Qin, let me give you a thigh massage~"

Li Quezi was very understanding and immediately started massaging Qin He's legs.

"Hit the other one~"

"I'll squeeze your shoulders."

"I'll give Qin Ge'er a foot massage."

"I am coming too."

"I'm coming too~"

"..."

"Come on, come on, use a little more force."

Qin He naturally wouldn't refuse, he spread his limbs and closed his eyes to enjoy it.

Soon, there were not enough parts left on Qin He's body to share.

"Qin He, something happened!"

At this moment, the tent curtain was suddenly lifted and Xu Changshou rushed in hurriedly.

Seeing this posture, his eyes opened slightly.

What did he see?

Qin He was lying there, looking like a rough old man.

……

Time goes backwards.

"Zi Liu~"

The big monk lay on the ground, licking the cow's hoof print with his tongue, staring with his eyes, and said, "I found it, this is it!!"

The Taoist priest covered his face and looked up at the Flying Fish flag in the center of the camp. He said, "You bold Flying Fish Guards! You dared to run away while riding a bull? Today, I must have a fight with you."

"twice!"

The big monk stood up, shared the same hatred and emphasized it, his face turning green.