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

The sun sets in the west.

Qin He rode a Lamborghini with Xiao Diao sitting on his shoulders, and Wang Tiezhu rode a small donkey.

Hui Mi Qiu followed behind, panting as he pulled the ox cart.

The shadows of the group of people were stretched out long in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The group was greeted by Ling Zhonghai and Li Tie.

"Hey, Seventh Master is back." Ling Zhonghai came up to him happily.

Ever since returning from the battlefield in Lu, Feiyuwei awarded Qin He a four-coin crematorium official position, and Qin He's status in the crematorium has risen even higher.

At first, people called him "Qin He, that fool", then he changed to "tail", and finally he was called "Qin Ge'er" affectionately.

And now, Qin He calls him "Master".

People outside called him "Master Qin," but those who knew him best mostly called him "Master Qi."

Especially the people at the crematorium, because Qinhe’s crematorium is number seven.

Nice to listen to and easy to find.

"Seventh Master, what are you pulling?" Li Tie asked curiously.

This ox cart was originally used to haul coal. It had a covered compartment and was used for a fixed number of times. Now it was covered tightly with the lid.

I don't know what's inside, but I can vaguely hear some ding-dong noises.

"firewood."

Qin He said with a smile.

The name chosen by Wang Tiezhu is so appropriate that it has almost become a slang term.

These two words can be used to represent anything, whether it is a corpse, an evil cultivator, or a ghost that creates a corpse.

"firewood?"

Ling Zhonghai and Li Tie looked at each other and didn't dare to ask any further questions.

Crematoriums burn coal, not firewood, so the only thing that can be burned is corpses.

The Seventh Master is the first disciple of the Green Ox Immortal. God knows what skills the Green Ox Immortal taught him.

Keep an eye on the door, ask less, and don't make a fuss.

By the way... cater to his preferences.

Ling Zhonghai then changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Seventh Master, twenty-one pieces of firewood will be arriving soon. Would you like to add a few more?"

Qin He paused and instinctively wanted to say no.

Because there are already six pieces of firewood, and they are all durable.

But then I thought, the dragon is about to be slain, I must strive and make progress, and I must burn as much as I can if I have the chance.

So he held up three fingers and said, "Give me three."

"Okay, I'll send it to your door when I've picked it out." Ling Zhonghai agreed quickly.

Qin He was already in a good mood, and he felt even better after hearing this.

The trio of villains finally fully understood the ultimate meaning of the villain.

I have to give some rewards in the evening, it’s not easy.

……

A moment later, Ling Zhonghai's three bodies were delivered to the door.

Nine pieces of firewood lined up in a row are a spectacular sight.

A female ghost, a skinny old man, a black-robed alchemist, an evil cultivator with compound eyes, a male and female corpse, and a young man with demonic bones.

Each one has an extraordinary aura, and each one is of a different type.

The female ghost belongs to the spirit category, the skinny old man is a mummy, the black-clothed alchemist is a rotten corpse, the evil cultivator with compound eyes is a living person, the male and female corpse is a stitched corpse monster, and the young man with devil bones belongs to the demon category.

This made Qin He firmly believe that there must be a big tree behind the Lotus Sect, otherwise so many corpses would not be gathered together.

Wang Tiezhu was familiar with the process. He prepared the crematorium and assembled two simple crematoriums.

Move the ordinary corpses up first, clean and tidy them up so they are easier to burn, so arrange them first.

Liu Gen Chaihuo witnessed everything, and felt anger, horror, and dissatisfaction, to name a few.

Qin He saw that they were feeling very uncomfortable, so out of a sense of "humanitarian concern", he waved his hand and released the seal on their speech.

"who are you?"

"who are you?"

"How dare you treat me like this? Tell me your name~"

As soon as the seal was broken, the six sticks asked questions at the same time.

The language remains the same.

"You want to know who I am? No problem." Qin He pulled over a recliner and slid onto it, crossing his legs and grinning. "This is the crematorium. I'm Wei Wu, the four-cent crematorium officer of the Feiyu Guards. Nice to meet you all. I hope we can have a pleasant conversation before we go to the crematorium."

As soon as these words were spoken, Hui Mi Qiu, who was busy cleaning up the corpses, turned around in surprise.

Green Ox Immortal, do you still have the habit of impersonating others?

No wonder Wei Wu, the master of the Corpse Burning Hall, is hated by everyone.

Sin!

"A mere four-cent crematorium official, you're lying!"

"What do you want to do to me?"

"Boy, if you have the guts, fight me squarely!"

"Let me go, fuck your ancestors!"

"..."

Conversations without rules are always chaotic and everyone talks at cross purposes.

But Qin He was patient. He took out a string of gilded copper coins from his arms and hung it on his chest. He smiled leisurely and said, "I really am the Four-Coin Corpse Cremator. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

"As for why I asked you to come here, it's simple. I just want to burn you to death."

"I apologize if I scared you."

“But the mind won’t change.”

"Also, please be polite when speaking and don't mention elders. Thank you."

Qin He responded one by one with a smile.

"If you have the guts, don't try to sneak attack. Fight openly and honestly, one on one. Do you dare?" The young man with the demon bone was indignant. He was the most aggrieved one.

My goodness, before I could even finish my sentence, a big shovel came over and smashed it to the ground. What a disgrace!

When they dragged it back, they said they wanted to burn it, so he was completely confused about the situation.

"No." Qin He shook his head directly.

"Don't you dare?"

"That's not necessary. You are not qualified to make any conditions now."

"Boy, why don't you ask who I, Young Master Demon Bone, am? With your earthly fire, you can't hurt me at all. In a while, I will make you live a life worse than death." The young man with Demon Bone had an arrogant look on his face.

It does have the capital to be proud. Its body is covered with devil bones, and it is immune to water and fire, and is not affected by magic power.

The mundane fire of the mortal world cannot really hurt it, and it is still trying hard to wear down the seal. It won't be long before it can move freely again.

Not only it, but the other five as well.

The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers, and did not sit still and wait for death.

However, just as it finished speaking, a blue fireball suddenly shot up from the crematorium, and the fierce high temperature instantly swept through the entire crematorium.

That was Wang Tiezhu using flint to summon the Nanming Lihuo and start burning the corpse.

The six firewoods turned their heads and their expressions changed drastically.