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

Qin He's mouth suddenly twisted into a grin.

If you can have enough food and clothing by yourself, that slap in the face will be worth it.

Lock picking: After learning this technique, there will be no lock in the world that is difficult to open.

The art of sex: if you learn this art, you will become a little tyrant with a silver spear, and it won’t be a problem for you to have three thousand beauties in one night.

Qin He studied decisively and soon mastered 168 lock-picking techniques and 230 bedroom skills. The latter were not only techniques, but also methods that could be practiced.

A noodle can poke open all the locks of the Dali Dynasty, and a silver spear can make the nine sons of the dragon accept all who come.

Qin He exclaimed that it was amazing, this was too amazing.

It is always good to have many skills. Qin He is looking forward to the day when all the skills in the world will be useful sooner or later, especially the latter one.

It’s said that it only costs fifty cents to get to the old alley.

It has been so many days, so Li Quezi should have been there, right?

Go ask tomorrow?

Let Li Quezi lead the way?

He wouldn't ask for his own treat, would he?

Thinking randomly, Qin He added the last shovel of coal to the crematorium, lay down on the bedding, and gradually fell asleep.

Although my internal strength has become much stronger, I still feel tired in my mind after not sleeping for a few days.

On the crematorium, the three members of the Lao Xiong family were reduced to ashes bit by bit under the heat of the remaining fire.

Qin He didn't know that when he was sleeping soundly, two dark shadows, one black and one white, wearing pointed hats, flashed above the crematorium. They hooked the iron hook into the crematorium, and three phantoms emerged from the ashes, and then disappeared in another flash.

There are so many good and evil things in the world, and no one can tell who is right and who is wrong.

That is the job of the King of Hell.

……

"Oh oh oh..."

The sky was getting light and the sky in the east was turning pale. It was another sunny day.

The crowing of roosters awakened the sleeping canal dock.

A gong sounded at the crematorium.

"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

The big iron doors of the crematorium opened one after another. No one reported the death. It was another Christmas Eve.

Qin He got up, stretched his muscles, and shoveled the still warm ashes into the bucket.

The three villains "greeted" him at the door as usual, but when they saw that Qin He was still alive, they looked a little skeptical about his life.

When the cremators saw Qin He, they all gave him a thumbs up and greeted him with "Good luck, Brother Qin."

After Qin He walked away, he sighed again: "It's a pity that his brain is not working well. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for a few days."

Qin He naturally had no idea. Life is all about laughing at others and being laughed at by others.

After handing over the ashes, I received another 45 copper coins. The crematorium never defaulted on or deducted money in this regard. The copper coins were bright yellow and of better quality than the money on the market.

The ashes of the three members of the Xiong family were claimed by someone. It was a baby who was still in swaddling clothes, the one who was born from the ashes. The baby was dressed in mourning and was held by the housekeeper to claim the ashes.

The butler was tall and thin, with a lifeless face, but his eyes were bright. It was he who informed Xiong Wenlang that Xiong Jiu and Liu Siniang were conspiring to murder him.

Qin He suddenly remembered that when Xiong Wenlang slipped, he seemed to have stepped on oil or wax.

Why is that thing at the stairs?

Housekeeper, youngest son, and a fortune?

"Tsk."

Qin He tilted his head, not quite sure and unable to figure it out.

But he has a good habit of not thinking about things he can't figure out.

There are two ultimate philosophical questions in this world that can solve 90% of our troubles.

One is none of your business.

One is none of my business.

That's right, it's none of my business.

Whatever happens.

Qin He is just a cremator, nothing more.

At least that's what he thinks.

What, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?

Sorry, the person who said this will not be born until a thousand years later.

No, it doesn’t exist, don’t talk nonsense.

……

After shaking the slightly heavy forty-five copper coins in his hand, Qin He added five more and walked towards Li Quezi's room number seventeen.

Just as he was thinking about how to start the conversation, he found that Lao Liangtou, Liu Sanjin and several others were inside, surrounding Li Guizi.

The old gatekeeper Yang Baitou was applying medicine to Li Quezi's eyes.

In addition to the four officers on duty at night at the crematorium, there was also an officer guarding the gate during the day, and that was Yang Baitou.

Yang Baitou has gray hair and is over sixty years old. He is a doorman, clerk, and doctor. He usually has little presence. Qin He has been in this crematorium for almost a month and has never spoken to him. He doesn't even know his name.

"Uncle Liang, what's wrong with Uncle Li?" Qin He asked Old Liang who was squeezed at the outermost edge.

"He deserves it. I told him not to save money, and now he's in trouble. If he continues to save money, he will die sooner or later." Old Liang cursed in frustration.

"Suffering?"

Qin He was slightly stunned. He had seen this evil spirit once before, when he burned the horse butcher.

The so-called evil qi is the last breath exhaled by a person before death. Once the evil qi is exhaled, it means that the person is completely dead.

If plants are infected, they will wither. If humans and animals are infected, they will become seriously ill at best, and may even die.

"Is it serious?" Qin He asked again.

"It's already a good thing that he wasn't killed on the spot. Now he's deaf and blind. Whether he can survive depends on his toughness." Old Liang said. He pointed at Liu Sanjin and cursed: "You too, you're looking for death. If Qin Ge'er hadn't protected you from the disaster last night, you would have died. Save money, save money."

Liu Sanjin was so frightened that he quickly waved his hands, "I won't save money, I won't save money, I will spend all the copper coins today."

Qin He couldn't help but feel a chill running down the back of his head when he heard this.

Before the slap last night, the three villains were discussing dividing the two extra bodies between Li Quezi and Liu Sanjin.

If it weren't for that slap from him, Li Guizi and Liu Sanjin would most likely have died as Lao Liang said.

Qin He couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air and looked up at the sky.

Is there really some kind of transcendent will in this world?

This will stipulates that cremators cannot touch money, which will cost their lives?

At this moment, Qin He suddenly felt that the copper coins in his hand were a little hot.

……

After leaving the crematorium, Qin He went to the market.

What to do?

Spend money.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

God knows what's going on. He's in his developmental stage and can't waste time.

Anyway, money is meant to be spent, no matter when you spend it. There is no need to go against God.

I have no grudge against God, and God seems to be pretty good to me.

After thinking for a while, Qin He decided to buy a pot first.

Judging from Li Guizi's condition, he won't need to go to the old alley for a while, so let's improve the food.

I've been eating mixed flour steamed buns for a long time and I feel like vomiting. There aren't many that suit my taste on the market. I'll make them myself when I have the chance.

If you want to cook, you need a pot first.

Qin He first went to the grocery market and spent six hundred coins to buy a large iron pot.

To be honest, it’s really expensive.

Qin He didn't expect that this iron pot would be so expensive.

I bought a pot and a pound of salt, which cost me more than a hundred coins.

I used the last bit of copper coin I had left to buy some iron nails.

From then on, the little change in Qin He's pocket and the copper coins he had saved in the past few days were all spent.

Carrying the big pot, I walked back and passed by the entrance of Niuxing.

Qin He discovered that there were many people gathered at the entrance of Niuhang. There was a stall with a bull's head hanging on it.

I'm cutting beef with him.