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

However, the result disappointed Qin He.

In the shadow play, Qin He saw the handkerchief with the fanged ghost head again, but it was still in the last moment of the deceased's life.

It happened extremely suddenly, just like how Ma the butcher died.

In other words, the handkerchief had no connection with the deceased's life, and its purpose of appearing was to peel off his face.

If I have to point out a difference, it is that the fanged ghost head on the handkerchief is becoming more and more lifelike.

Under the cover of night, the capital city is full of murderous intentions, and unspeakable demons and monsters are choosing their prey.

If the sewer is the conscience of a city, then in this era without sewers, the crematorium is the conscience of a city.

It is obvious that the Feiyu Guards have noticed that the supernatural incidents of face peeling are becoming more and more serious, but they are unable to solve it.

This is probably the most consistent characteristic of troubled times: we see the problem but are powerless to do anything about it.

There were no clues, so Qin He didn't bother to care and continued to burn the body.

Two more bodies were then burned.

Even though the day's work was completed, most of the corpses stored in the crematorium had been taken away, and Qin He and other crematorium workers were no longer needed.

After eating the last meal of buns, it was Captain Chang Wen who came to take the person away and sent him out of the imperial prison.

The crematorium didn't say anything about rewards, and the cremators didn't dare to ask.

Each of them put dozens of meat buns in their pockets, which was considered a reward.

Qin He didn't care. Apart from giving Zhang the corpse-suppressing talisman or some silver, he couldn't think of anything else the Corpse Cremation Hall could give him.

Men should have backbone.

If you don't open your mouth, I will definitely not accept it.

Just so arrogant.

Chang Wen escorted the men out of the prison and said, "If there is a reward, it will be delivered in the next two days. Go back."

After saying this, he went back.

Well, finally there is hope.

Compared with the people in the crematorium, they can barely be considered "good people" because they don't treat the crematorium workers as a piece of paper to wipe their butts.

Naturally, none of the cremators took it seriously. They said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways.

No one knows whether they can live to see tomorrow, so no one would be so tactless as to make an appointment to get together again.

Outside, the sun is still shining brightly. Looking at the sky, it is already noon.

As autumn deepens, a gust of wind blows by, and my body is covered with goosebumps.

Qin He remembered the two sets of clothes he had ordered, so he went to the tailor shop first, picked up the clothes, and then went to the tailor shop.

Wash yourself thoroughly and make yourself clean before walking around the city.

I slept for more than two hours before and my energy has almost recovered.

In the streets and alleys, the topic of Donglin gentlemen's crusade against the Five Tigers of the Eunuch Party was very popular. In some corners, one could even see some small posters, which were all for public opinion creation. As soon as they were posted, the people rushed to grab them.

Paper is a good thing in this era. It can block the wind by sticking it on the window.

Qin He ran over and grabbed one, only to see four big characters written on it: Proclamation against Eunuchs.

Content: Since the Yu and Song dynasties, eunuchs have been a disaster for the state, and this problem has long plagued our dynasty. The barbarians are rampant, refugees and bandits are everywhere, and the government and the people are in turmoil. All this is due to the chaos and chaos caused by powerful eunuchs. Eunuchs, with their roots, their character, and their will, have been corrupted. They have been coveting the emperor, greedy for power, and domineering, and they are the greatest harm to our dynasty...

The article, which was nearly a thousand words long, criticized the eunuchs harshly.

The Spring and Autumn style of writing and the framing and shifting of blame in the story left Qin He dumbfounded.

But ordinary people don’t understand, in terms of purpose, it is enough.

Look at the signature again: Fushe

Qin He was immediately disgusted.

As for the Donglin Party, no matter how much they talk, they are a group of upright people who still have some shame.

These guys in the Fushe Society have completely lost all their dignity.

Well, Donglin is also divided into conservatives and radicals.

The Fushe Society was founded by a group of Donglin radicals. They would gather together to discuss state affairs whenever they had nothing to do. They were a bunch of trolls and keyboard warriors, and their gathering place was Xiangshan Courtyard.

Where is Xiangshanyuan?

A famous brothel in the capital.

A bunch of literati do nothing all day long but go to brothels to talk and debate. They flatter the stinky feet and turn them into living Zhou Gongs. They hate themselves for not being promoted and gnash their teeth. When they are done, they vent their resentment on women's bellies.

Hey, this is the Fushe.

Qin He crumpled the paper and quickly threw it away, fearing that he might contract syphilis. The handwriting on it looked like it had a feminine smell.

However, seeing how rampant the Donglin Fushe was, with small posters even posted on the forehead of the Ninth Prince of Wei, it seemed that the Donglin Party in this era was much stronger than the time and space he came from. At least it was not suppressed and rubbed by the eunuch party, and it dared to bite the eunuch party when it got the chance.

Thinking about the Grand Canal, which is as wide as the Genjiang River, it seems understandable that the Donglin Party is the spokesperson for wealthy merchants and landlords in the court. The wide canal will only make them richer and more powerful.

It is only natural that Donglin is more powerful.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, Qin He left the capital and went to the blacksmith shop.

Tie Sanqi has already made the shovel. The shovel is made entirely of steel and is six feet long. It does not reflect light even when the dark sun shines on it. The shovel is very thick and the edge is sharp. When you weigh it, you can find that the weight distribution is very exquisite.

Although it is just a simple shovel, it fully demonstrates the skills of an old blacksmith.

The forging cost was not cheap, half a tael of silver. According to Tie Sanqi, this steel does not absorb heat very well, and it needs to be burned for half an hour before it can be hammered, which consumed a lot of charcoal.

Qin He paid the money readily and walked back carrying the shovel, feeling more confident.

This thing has been contaminated with too many lives, and even if it is reforged, it still has a murderous aura.

As we were walking, there was a sudden sound of a gong, and then we heard a voice singing:

"Sweeping away the remaining barbarians, he established his imperial capital, his mighty power soaring like dragons and dancing like phoenixes. To his left, he embraced the vast sea and sky, to his right, he embraced the vast Taihang Mountains. His spears and halberds stood majestically across the nine frontiers, and the people of all nations admired him. In peace and prosperity, the people rejoiced in the prosperous world, and the golden bowl would shine forever with the sun."

Qin He stopped and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a dark tent on the corner of the street, surrounded on three sides, with a yellow cloth hanging inside and a light lit behind the cloth. An old man in his seventies was moving shadow puppets and performing a puppet show.

It turned out to be a shadow puppet show stall.

Qin He became interested. He had never come across folk shadow puppetry. As entertainment became more prosperous in later generations, shadow puppetry had long since declined. He knew that it existed in this world, but he did not expect to see this craft with his own eyes today.

Shadow puppetry is a typical street art. The puppets are light and the props are simple. It is commonly known as "carrying on one shoulder". Whether it is brilliant or not depends entirely on the hands, feet and mouth.

The old man is obviously an expert in his field. He makes a stage out of three feet of raw silk and uses his ten fingers to perform humorous performances.

He tells the story of the ages with one breath, and dances with millions of soldiers with his hands.

The performance was of a widely circulated folk play called "Yue Wu Attacks Huanglong". Storytellers, opera singers and music listeners all loved it because it was well-known and the common people loved to listen to it.

The stories of the ages are recounted behind the tent, and under the lamp the sounds of drums and music are played, playing out the tunes of separation and reunion, sorrow and joy, and performing the evil and treachery of all ages.

The thin shadow puppets were given souls in the hands of the old man, seeming both real and unreal.

Qin He was so engrossed in watching the movie that by the time the show was over, the sun was already setting.

A young man next to the old man offered a tray to invite people to give him gifts, but the world was difficult and the spectators were short of money, so only three or five copper coins were placed on the plate.

Neither the old man nor the young man was angry. They bowed and saw the guests off, saying that it was getting late and they should come back tomorrow.

Just as he turned around, he heard a "clang" sound and a silver ingot fell into the plate.

The old man was stunned and the young man was delighted.

Looking back, there was no one in the tent, and I didn't know who gave me the silver as a reward.