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

"The fate of Dali is not over yet." Qin He breathed a sigh of relief.

The imperial palace is where the Dali Dynasty’s mental power for hundreds of years is gathered. Even though it is declining, its power is still astonishing.

If anyone dares to break into the palace, he will be reduced to ashes in an instant.

This is the great fortune of the country and the fortune of the entire East. What can change it is only the general trend of the times, not the power of an individual.

Qin He didn't dare to use the Qi technique anymore and wandered around the capital leisurely.

We had another big lunch, ordering all kinds of food and wine.

The internal strength is close to seventy years.

After eating and drinking that day, Qin He discovered that the magical skill of eating also requires being picky about what you eat.

If you eat meat, your internal strength will increase significantly faster.

If you eat vegetarian food such as rice and noodles, your internal strength will increase slowly.

I don’t even know if it’s because I’ve passed the “newbie benefit period”, but the growth of internal strength after eating a vegetarian diet has been obviously slowing down.

He even suspected that eating mixed flour buns would no longer increase his internal strength and would only fill his stomach.

After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, I only had three taels of silver left in my pocket.

Qin Hejue’s is almost done.

Fifty taels of silver would bite him, but he was confident that he could handle three taels.

Just as Qin He was about to leave the city and return to the crematorium, gongs rang out from the streets. Soldiers patrolled the streets, posting notices: "The Emperor has decreed that seven Di and Lu spies be arrested at 3:30 pm in the West Market. Their heads will be displayed for ten days to uphold the prestige of the Li Kingdom!"

After the officers and soldiers left, the people rushed forward to read the notice.

After whispering to each other, they flocked to the West Market.

Qin He squeezed in to take a look and almost gave Feiyuwei a thumbs up, if he hadn't watched the shadow play in Amba Valley last night.

The play is performed as a complete set, with a story, a location and people.

Look, there are even beheading scenes.

The people once again showed their traditional love of joining in the fun.

Xishikou was packed with people, like an iron barrel. Even Qin He couldn't squeeze in, so he had to climb up the trees.

The seven Di Lu spies were tied up like dumplings, kneeling on the guillotine with shackles, their mouths sealed tightly, and their seven rat tail heads gleaming brightly in the sun.

A large number of city guards and factory runners maintained order and kept the crowd at a distance of about forty steps.

When the people saw the Golden Money Rat Tail, many of them gnashed their teeth, and many also cried bitterly. Some were grateful to the Feiyu Guards for their revenge, while others cursed the Di Lu loudly, wishing them a miserable death.

Spit, stones, rotten vegetables, shoes, and mixed-flour steamed buns flew all over the guillotine, and the situation was barely maintained on the verge of getting out of control.

Hatred took over everything.

At three quarters past noon, the executioner announced the execution.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The people waved their hands and cheered in unison.

Every time the knife fell and the head rolled to the ground, it would cause great cheers.

The crowd was almost in a carnival at this moment, relieving the fear that had accumulated over a long period of time.

Almost no one thought about why the heads of these "Di Lu" were so shiny, as if they had just shaved their scalps.

Qin He naturally saw it clearly, shook his head and turned away.

Ridiculous?

absurd!

is that useful?

Very useful.

Whether it is against the court or against treacherous officials.

Where does public morale come from?

Where does this tremendous power come from?

Come from here.

As for the truth, it may be the least important thing in this world.

The people just need to "believe".

After all, all these ridiculous excuses like finding a silk book in a fish's belly, words engraved on a stone man, and foxes at night can all be used.

Borrowing a few heads is simply a routine operation.

Qin He suddenly remembered a sentence, but he didn't know who said it.

The gist is, don't look back at history.

If you translate it, the whole history can be summed up in three words: cannibalism.

……

As the sun was setting, Qin He returned to the crematorium.

After a day of shopping and eating, Qin He finally felt fully satisfied and took a good nap.

I woke up and was about to pick up the body.

As a result, the corpse did not arrive yet, but three living people did come.

Who?

Chang Wen, a captain of the Feiyu Guard, brought two of his men with him.

He was the factory officer who had been chased by Bai Qing'er all night long after being bewitched by Bai Qing'er's cicada clothes technique.

Xu Changshou was also there.

"Your name is Qin He?" Chang Wen looked at Qin He.

"It's the small one." Qin He nodded.

"Pack up and come with me." Chang Wen said and turned to leave.

Xu Changshou hurriedly pulled Qin He inside and said, "Something's happened at the crematorium, and they're in urgent need of help. They're temporarily recruiting from various crematoriums. You're the most capable person in our crematorium, so go with them. It'll be a day or two at the shortest, and no more than five at the longest."

Qin He was secretly happy.

There are four crematoriums and two crematorium halls in the capital.

The crematorium is under the jurisdiction of the Five Cities Military Division, which is responsible for handling ordinary mutant corpses.

The crematorium is under the jurisdiction of Feiyuwei, and is responsible for handling murderous corpses and strange corpses involved in supernatural events. Its methods and cremation level are much higher than those of the crematorium.

Although the departments are under different jurisdictions, Feiyuwei has been a powerful government office since the establishment of the Dali Dynasty. In fact, it can directly mobilize the crematorium. It only needs to report to the Wucheng Bingmasi afterwards.

The reason why Qin He was secretly happy was that the minimum standard for cremating corpses in the crematorium was that they were all evil corpses, and the quality was much higher.

High quality, good rewards.

As for the incident at the crematorium, Qin He knew about it even without Xu Changshou telling him.

what's up?

Of course it was that beast Anba Gu. He rushed into the imperial prison last night and killed everyone he saw. The three Feiyu Guard captains on duty could only protect themselves together, and the Feiyu Guard's crematorium happened to be in the imperial prison.

They were taken away almost like melons and vegetables.

"This opportunity is very rare. If you can get through safely, Feiyuwei will reward you with something to suppress corpses, which can be used repeatedly. You will be much more secure in the crematorium in the future. You never know when you will be transferred to the crematorium to work. Are you willing to go?" Xu Changshou said seriously.

Qin He naturally agreed. He would never miss such a free opportunity.

"Actually, you have no choice but to go. The Flying Fish Guards don't consult with you when they recruit you."

Xu Changshou explained everything to Qin He, his face becoming serious as he warned him, "Remember this! Don't do anything stupid in the crematorium. It's nothing like our crematorium. Keep your head down and talk less. Don't look around or ask random questions. Just do what you're told. Grit your teeth and get through these next two or three days. Who knows, your fate might change."

"I understand. Thank you, Brother Xu, for fighting for this opportunity for me." Qin He said sincerely.

The cremator in the crematorium and the cremator in the crematorium do the same job, but their status is worlds apart.

The cremator was a legitimate factory official who ate imperial rations. His status was one level higher than that of Xu Changshou, who ate official rations. He wore a Feiyu suit.

It's completely different.

Moreover, the crematorium is much larger and has more methods to suppress corpses. Correspondingly, the death rate in the crematorium is much lower.

Unlike the crematorium, which is full of refugees and cannon fodder, its biggest function is to use its life to identify which are transformed corpses and which are murderous corpses, thereby reducing the workload of the crematorium and the cost of handling corpses.

This kind of opportunity is rare for a cremator, and what's even rarer is that there is a major vacancy in the crematorium. If you perform well, you may be able to be upgraded from a cremator to a cremator.

Because the cremator, like the cremator, is determined by fate and horoscope, it is the only "iron rice bowl" that cannot be inherited from generation to generation.

Although Qin He didn't care about the official's identity, Xu Changshou was very kind.

"Do your job well and talk less. I'll treat you to a celebratory drink when I get back." Xu Changshou punched Qin He on the chest, then gave Qin He a few more instructions and asked him to pack up.

Qin He took a change of clothes, hid some corpse-suppressing nails on his body, and followed Captain Chang to the crematorium.