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

"Well...what then?" Qin He asked casually.

"Do you know who Commander Ma is?" Ji Ling opened his fierce eyes and asked.

"Who?"

"There are ten great Yin generals in the underworld, and the Ox and Horse Division holds two of them. The Ox Commander and the Horse Commander are two gods of the same blood. If you offend one, you offend both."

"I admit that you are very strong, but you are definitely not strong enough to fight against God. Boy, you miscalculated. You shouldn't have announced your name. In this way, you could at least live a few more days." Ji Ling stared at Qin He.

However, it was still disappointed. Qin He's face was calm, and he did not show any fear or horror. He still looked indifferent. With a light pinch of his fingers, the peach wood broke into pieces and was stuffed into the crematorium.

"Are you...are you listening to me?" The sacrificial spirit was a little annoyed.

"I'm listening. Just say whatever you want to say. You won't have the chance soon." Qin He said seriously.

"Let's put this matter aside for now." The sacrificial spirit was agitated and shouted, "Do you know who you have offended?"

"Commander Ma."

"Then do you know who Commander Ma is?"

"One of the ten most powerful men in the underworld." Qin He said as a matter of course.

Sacrificial Spirit: “…”

"It will be extinguished soon. You'd better save your energy. Why waste so much time talking?" At this time, the big turtle stretched out its neck and came over.

The sacrificial spirit's face, already somewhat emaciated, began to struggle, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Finally, his tone softened as he said, "Um... can we discuss this matter of burning me?"

"No." Qin He shook his head firmly.

"If you keep me, you will definitely make money. I am willing to sign a ghost servant contract and be your slave forever. Moreover, I can help you resist the revenge of the underworld." The sacrificial spirit became excited again.

No matter whether it is a human or a ghost, once they start begging for mercy, the courage stored in their hearts will be instantly deflated like a ball being pricked by a needle.

"Really, I have dealt with many Yin gods in the underworld."

"Keep me, it will be useful to you!"

The sacrificial spirit said repeatedly.

Qin He just hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "No!"

The sacrificial spirit almost collapsed, "Why, what good will it do you to destroy me?"

"There are many benefits, but I can't tell you. Next life... uh, sorry, it seems you don't have a next life." Qin He paused, and the torch sent by the big turtle ignited the stove.

With a "bang", the coal doused with kerosene instantly ignited, and a layer of peach wood burning on the coal instantly emitted green flames and smoke.

At this time, a strange thing happened. The green flame quickly ignited the sacrificial spirit, and green smoke also emerged.

Then, the ghost body of the sacrificial spirit slowly faded away in the flames, and then suddenly dissipated into countless blue stars, and disappeared completely in an instant.

The sacrificial spirit that stirred up the turmoil in the East came to an end here.

Then comes the exciting moment.

Qin He was not disappointed.

The ripples on the water dissipated, the gray-white curtain slowly dropped, the sound of the wooden clappers knocking pierced the dim light, and the shadow puppet performance seemed both real and unreal.

Qin He saw Ji Ling's life.

The sacrificial spirit is a ghost, and it has been so since the beginning. It is not transformed from a ghost, but from a hundred years of resentment and hostility condensed on an altar.

When the Rong people invaded the East, there was a tribe called Guifang. They worshipped ghosts and gods as totems and were very powerful. They had accompanied Hua Muzhen in his campaigns and made great military achievements. They had also fought against the Western Regions' Divine Religion and were not at a disadvantage.

However, this tribe has a horrifying custom: human sacrifice.

No matter what happens, whether it is a happy event, a funeral or a festival, we must worship ghosts and gods, and the offerings to ghosts and gods are living people.

The Rong people ruled Middle-earth for more than a hundred years, and they had been killing people at that altar for more than a hundred years. Countless people died. Over time, the hostility and resentment intertwined, and slowly a spiritual intelligence was born.

This spiritual wisdom is the sacrificial spirit.