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

"Have you seen it?"

"I've seen him. He's the nephew of the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War. He was already dead when he was brought here."

"Burned?"

"Burned."

"It wasn't me who had the fever. I fell asleep that night."

"Oh."

"what happened?"

"It's okay, just asking."

Luo Jiu sat across from Qin He, looked at the food on the table, and asked, "Can we eat together? I'm a little hungry."

"can."

Qin He turned around, picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed it over.

"Thank you."

Luo Jiu took it, picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, then picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, frowned slightly, and spit it out.

"what is this?"

"beef."

"What does it smell like?"

“Spicy.”

“It’s very novel.”

Qin He ignored him and ate up the remaining beef and steamed buns in no time.

Luo Jiu didn't seem to have a very good appetite and only finished the steamed bun in his hand.

"Are you full?" Luo Jiu asked.

"I am full."

"Okay, I'll have more strength after I'm full."

"what?"

"nothing."

Luo Jiu shook his head, took off the backpack behind him and spread it out. Inside were rows of various tools such as knives, scissors, pliers, gold needles, and iron axes.

The carved silver is shiny and bright, and you can tell at a glance that it is made of fine steel, and it is a dazzling array of items.

"What is this for?" Qin He asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon."

Luo Jiu smiled slightly, and with lightning speed, he hit Qin He's chest seven times in a row.

Acupoint pressing to stabilize the body.

Qin He suddenly stood still and couldn't move.

Luo Jiu took out a rope and tied Qin He to the beam in a cross-legged position. He chuckled and asked, "Do you know how many kinds of torture there are in this world?"

Qin He looked at his bound hands and shook his head.

"Four hundred and sixty-eight."

"so much?"

"There are over 178 kinds of torture for the body, 110 kinds of torture for the mind, and 180 kinds of torture for the soul."

"So how many do you know?"

"I know two hundred and eighty-eight."

"Two hundred and eighty-eight, is that exactly the total number of physical and mental tortures?"

"You are very good at arithmetic, not like a cremator."

"The cremator is just poor, not mentally ill. Let me tell you, there are so many talented people here, and they all speak well. For example, I don't even want to leave after staying here."

"Haha, this is novel, but I still don't think you look like a cremator."

"why?"

"You are not afraid of me. Even if I show the torture instruments, Liu Cang will die in your hands, right?" Luo Jiu's eyes gradually became sharp.

"It seems that I can't hide it anymore. Okay, I'll be honest. It died in my hands." Qin He shook his head and sighed.

"He who dares to act and take responsibility is a man."

“Are there any preferential treatments?”

"You are allowed to choose any torture method you want. This will shorten the duration and reduce the pain. Of course, they are all torture methods, so you will still have to endure some pain. Also, as you can see, we came here in a hurry, and these are the only torture instruments we have. Not every torture method is available. You choose first. If it doesn't work, we can try another one."

Luo Jiu gently stroked the torture instrument, as if he was stroking the skin of a young girl.

"These knives of yours are too scary. If there is anything related to the soul, we won't use the knife."

"Hiss, I haven't tried the soul aspect yet."

"Won't?"

"There are no conditions. That is a punishment from the underworld, and it cannot be carried out in the human world."

"How about...I'll take you down to study?"

"Ah."

Luo Jiu suddenly raised his head.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, Qin He opened his mouth and a nail shot out from it, piercing his forehead directly. The inscription on it glowed red.

"Nine Corpse-Suppressing Instruments, Golden Needle Technique?"

Luo Jiu showed a look of disbelief on his face and said, "Hasn't the art of making golden needles been lost for hundreds of years?"

"Really? It's been lost for so long?"

As Qin He spoke, his bones and muscles crackled and he pulled his hands free from their bonds.

"Bone shrinking skills?" Luo Jiu's face showed even more surprise.

"It's just a little trick. I hope I didn't surprise you too much." Qin He twisted his wrist and grinned.

"Not really, it's just a corpse-suppressing nail."

Luo Jiu's eyes suddenly became fierce, and with a surge of internal energy, the corpse-suppressing nail between his eyebrows bounced out.

However, for every one coin that goes out, a hundred coins come in.

“Knock knock knock…!”

Qin He swung his hand, and hundreds of corpse-suppressing nails instantly nailed him into a hedgehog.

"There are actually so many?"

The ferocity on Luo Jiu's face froze, and he fell on his back, raising a cloud of dust.

One corpse-suppressing nail can be tolerated, but a hundred corpse-suppressing nails would be like a mountain pressing down on your head.

Qin He's face slowly appeared from above: "Tsk tsk, Xing Nu, the number one executioner of the Eight Prisons of the Dilu, is indeed quite capable."

The fierceness on Luo Jiu's face gradually faded, and he asked in surprise: "Do you recognize me?"

"I recognize it."

"Can we still discuss it?"

"No."

Qin He shook his head seriously.

"Everything was fine when I came here, but I can't go back. I never expected that."

Luo Jiu sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

Qin He bent down, picked up Luo Jiu, and threw him into the crematorium. He habitually tidied Luo Jiu's clothes and placed his bamboo hat on his chest. He asked, "I usually don't burn living people, so I don't often ask. Do you have any last words?"

Luo Jiu opened his eyes. "That set of torture instruments is my favorite thing. Can it be buried with me?"

"Okay, let's arrange it." Qin He nodded.

After adding coal and oil and lighting a match, Qin He thought for a moment, tilted his head, and asked, "Is burning a living person considered torture?"

"Not counting." Luo Jiu said firmly.

"How to say?"

"Torture is a craft, seeking life, not death. If the craft is not perfect, the person will die before the torture is complete, which is meaningless. Torture is about getting something, not a meaningless corpse."

"So you're saying that I have to roast slowly over low heat to be considered torture?"

"Um...can you just pretend I never said that?"

"it is good."

The kerosene ignited.

The most famous executioner in the Eight Prisons in Liaodong came to an end in Room 7 of the remote crematorium in the east of the city.

Everyone thought that Xing Nu was an angry man with a curly beard and big eyes, but no one expected that he was actually a fair-faced young man with a gentle appearance, and his real name was Luo Jiu.

Even Qin He hadn't thought of this before Luo Jiu spread out the torture instruments.

The only difference between him and Zhu Bajie in Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons is the oil on his face.

As for how Qin He knew that he was a tortured slave?

Of course, I learned about it through the shadow play of the Snake Fairy Liu Cang. I knew there was such a person, but I had never seen him before. It was only when I saw the torture instruments that I realized who he was.

Xingnu once successfully completed the difficult interrogation of the "Guan Ning Death Soldier". The intelligence he obtained directly reversed the outcome of the Liaodong War and made great contributions to the establishment of the current situation of the Di Lu dominating Liaodong. He was specially granted the title of "Xingnu" by the Di Lu chief.

At the same time, Xingnu is also a master with strong internal strength, and is one of the top masters among the eight tribes of Di Lu.

This time he went south, he was ordered to investigate Liu Cang's death.

However, he and Liu Cang suffered the same tragedy, that is, they met the monster Qin He.

Pulling the bellows, Qin He pumped enough air into the crematorium.

This can save a lot of coal and reduce the amount of smoke discharged to the outside, thus avoiding further complications.

Judging from Xingnu's situation, the Di Lu side had no idea of ​​his existence, and Xingnu was only there to investigate.

Excessive coal consumption would easily expose one's true identity, because the amount of coal in each crematorium was determined according to the number of corpses to be burned, and the smoke would be even more so. However, making one's own fire to cook could be considered a cover-up.

Qin He already had half a hundred internal strength, and he kept blowing the coal until it burned red, and soon the body of the tortured slave turned into charcoal.

The moon was at its zenith, and a huge gray-white curtain slowly descended. The sound of wooden clappers striking each other pierced through the dim light, swaying gracefully.

The shadow play performance seemed like a dream or reality, and Qin He saw the life of a criminal slave.