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

"Squeaky~"

Hui Miqiu pulled the ox cart behind Qin He and Lamborghini, rushing to the next location.

It no longer knew how to describe its shock.

The female ghost, who had practiced Taoism for more than three hundred years and had already condensed into a physical body, was actually unable to resist the Great Immortal Qingniu.

You know, ghosts are very good at fighting and have extremely strong attack power.

If Hui Mi Qiu were to face this female ghost, she would be killed in just three or five hits. The difference is huge.

Even if a little chick was caught, it could still scratch and peck at it a few times, but in front of the Green Ox Immortal, the female ghost was not even as good as a little chick.

Such a gap in strength is an insurmountable chasm.

"Master Zhu, does the master like to burn corpses?" Taking advantage of the opportunity when he was behind, Hui Mi Qiu asked Wang Tiezhu cautiously.

It investigated Qin He and found that Qin He seemed to have a strange passion for corpses.

It's similar to occupational addiction, in simple terms, it's an addiction to burning corpses.

This left it puzzled. Occupational addiction might be a habit or action, but it was rare to see someone treat a job as a hobby.

Do fishermen enjoy fishing?

Would a woodcutter like to chop wood?

It's almost impossible, life is life, and habits are habits.

When you develop a hobby into a means of making a living, the hobby and the means of making a living will often become disgusting.

Do less if you can, and do nothing if you can.

Qin He's behavior of not being satisfied with the few corpses distributed in the crematorium every day and taking the initiative to dig them up outside is simply unbelievable.

More importantly, he was still keen on the corpse of the evildoer.

It's simply... unreasonable.

Is the process of cremating a corpse a beautiful one?

You're not using it to make soup.

If it is used to make soup, it is easy to understand.

"Just do your job honestly, why are you asking about other people's stuff?" Wang Tiezhu glanced at it but did not answer.

"Yes, yes, yes." Gray Miqiu nodded repeatedly in agreement, but it had already gotten the answer it wanted.

The four words "Don't ask around" showed that he was right. The turtle monster's instinctive disgust and warning were completely a cover-up, and he clearly pointed out the answer.

The Great Immortal Qingniu really likes to burn corpses.

"Corpse?"

Gray Mi Qiu muttered to himself, he actually knew that there were several very special corpses in the capital.

Some of the corpses even started making a living.

The prosperous and densely populated capital city is bustling with people, and those walking back and forth are not just living people.

……

After walking a little further, we arrived at the place where the second coffin was buried.

Hui Miqiu stopped the car, picked up a shovel and rushed over to start digging, very diligently.

After a short while, it and Wang Tiezhu dug out the coffin together.

The evil spirit was still wrapped around like a cocoon. Qin He followed suit and first used a thunderbolt to loosen the ropes. Then he used a shovel to directly make the coffin lid fly off.

“Hehehehe, seeing the light of day again… Jin Yunzi, you didn’t expect that this real person would have a chance to see the light of day again, hehehe~~”

A violent puff of black smoke gushed out.

An old man wearing Taoist robes and with a shriveled face jumped out.

He was as skinny as a piece of dry firewood, with deep eye sockets and two green lights embedded in the deepest part of his eye sockets. His whole body was surrounded by black mist, like a vine or a snake.

He glanced around, his eyes locked on Qin He and the others, and asked, "What year and month is it today?"

Wang Tiezhu twitched for a moment and said, "June of the first year of Chongzheng."

"The first year of Chongzheng. What the hell is Chongzheng?" The skinny old man looked puzzled and asked, "Where is my Darong Khanate?"

"Dead." Wang Tiezhu answered straightforwardly, with a hint of evil humor in his voice.

They are all firewood. Appreciating their despair before putting them on the stove is one of the few pleasures in the act of cremating corpses.

"My Darong Khanate has actually perished?" The skinny old man's expression changed, and black energy began to spread all over his body.

"They've been dead for hundreds of years." Wang Tiezhu added, then pointed at the red-clothed female ghost in the car and said, "She can testify."

"Who are you?" The skinny old man stared at Wang Tiezhu and shouted angrily, "You bold and barbaric slave, how dare you lie to me?"

Wang Tiezhu's neck shrank when it stared at him, and he quickly hid behind Qin He and said, "Master, it's time to take action."

"Ah."

Qin He nodded and grinned.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the big shovel hit the old man's head at an extremely fast speed.

A huge golden corpse-suppressing pattern was imprinted directly on its forehead, and green smoke came out of it.

The old man swayed a few times.

With a "bang", it fell to the ground.

The second one, done.

It was time to tie and nail them, and after a while, the old man's body was thrown onto the ox cart.

carry on.

The third one.

This was a Taoist priest dressed in black. His whole body was pale, like a piece of dead pork that had been soaked in water for three days and three nights. The stench was so strong that it almost made Wang Tiezhu vomit.

He still looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... I see the light of day again, I see the light of day again, hahaha~"

After laughing, he locked his gaze on Qin He and the others, and shouted, "Tell me quickly, what year and month is it today?"

The people and animals looked at each other, all speechless.

I don't understand this plot where the man jumps out of the coffin and laughs, and then asks what year and month it is. Is it a unified script set up by that idiot?

"Today is the sixth month of the first year of Chongzheng, and it's also the anniversary of your death." Wang Tiezhu replied with a bit of disgust, and then whispered to Qin He, "Master, let's speed up and stop talking nonsense with Chaihuo."

"Ah."

"Dangdang!"

Dahei shoveled down and captured the black-robed alchemist.

The fourth one is the evil cultivator with compound eyes, and the story continues.

"Hehehe, I'm back again~~" The evil cultivator with compound eyes said arrogantly.

"You ants, speak quickly..." the evil cultivator with compound eyes pressed.

"Today is June of the first year of Chongzheng~" Wang Tiezhu answered quickly.

"How... did you know I was going to ask this?" The evil cultivator with compound eyes was stunned.

"They all ask that." Wang Tiezhu pointed at the ox cart next to him.

"Bang!"

The big black shovel fell, harvesting the "evil cultivator with compound eyes and a head full of question marks".

The fifth body is a male-female corpse.

"Yin and Yang become one, with boundless magical power, I can see the light of day again, I can see the light of day again, hahahaha~"

"Today is June of the first year of Chongzheng~"

"Bang!"

Harvest the "Laughing Combined Corpse".

The sixth one is the young man with demonic bones.

"Hehehe, screw it, my fate is in my own hands..."

"Bang!"

Gain the "Demon Bone Youth Who Hasn't Finished His Words".

At this point... all six coffins and corpses were obtained.