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

"Master, you are in a good mood."

Inside the crematorium, Wang Tiezhu poured Qin He a glass of wine and said with a smile.

There was always a look of worry between Grandpa's brows these days, as if he was unsure about something. This was an emotion that Wang Tiezhu had almost never seen on Grandpa's face.

It asked several times in a roundabout way, but Grandpa said nothing. He often went out and disappeared for a long time.

Yesterday, the Lamborghini had just returned from Fang County and was sent out by my grandfather. His mission was to carry a young couple to Lu and come back quickly.

This made Wang Tiezhu even more confused.

Until just now, I covered my eyes with my hands and looked towards the direction of the imperial palace. As I looked, my mood suddenly improved.

He returned to the room and brought out some wine and food, and asked me to drink with him.

Qin He smiled, drank the plum wine in the glass, and said, "Nothing, I just remembered something happy."

"What's the matter?" Wang Tiezhu was extremely surprised.

"Don't worry about finishing this wine." Qin He picked up the glass and drank the wine Wang Tiezhu had just filled, praising him, "Good wine."

Then Wang Tiezhu became even more confused after hearing this.

Can good wine make you so happy?

This wine is just so-so.

Compared to the hundreds of large jars of fine wine that Shen Lian deliberately collected, which allowed Li Chuang to drink from all over the world every day, this plum wine was far inferior.

"Where is Xiao Diao?" Qin He asked.

"In the river."

"Let it catch a fish. We'll have chopped pepper fish for lunch. It's super spicy." Qin He ordered.

Qin He was naturally in a very good mood.

Qin He was not very sure whether the trick of replacing the prince with a cat would work.

He was only sure of one thing, that Dali's luck had really run out.

If the person sitting on the throne is not replaced, it will be useless to support it.

But the person who really prompted Qin He to take action was Hou Xiaoliu.

Hou Xiaoliu was the first believer in the Qingniu Immortal Temple in the capital. On the night the new temple opened, he made a wish to become emperor.

At that time, it seemed like the wishful thinking of a greedy young man.

But looking back now, it is clear that it was God's will.

Looking back at the changes of dynasties, the East only lacks a beggar emperor.

And all these coincidences are concentrated on the little beggar Hou Xiaoliu.

Is it a bowl at the beginning and a rope at the end?

Or is it the same ending as the same rope and the same beginning as the same bowl?

No one knows.

Qin He didn't know if someone else could do it, but when the golden dragon of luck shone brightly, Qin He knew that Hou Xiaoliu could do it.

Maybe it's God's will, maybe it's something else.

But none of this matters to Qin He.

There are flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.

If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.

Now that I have taken care of all the trivial matters, I won’t have to deal with the mess of the dynasty by myself.

Qin He was naturally in a good mood as he had nothing to worry about.

"It would be even better if there was some beef and dried tofu." Wang Tiezhu rubbed his hands.

The capital was under siege and all the people flocked into the city. Except for the East City Crematorium and some dilapidated houses in the far suburbs, the docks were deserted.

Not being able to buy is one thing, but getting out is also a big problem.

At this time, the Dongcheng crematorium was no longer the Dongcheng crematorium of Dali, but the Dongcheng crematorium of Dashun.

There's nothing we can do about it, since the crematorium is outside the city.

But it is still the same as before, except that the person who sends the corpse has changed from the Dongcheng Bingmasi to the Dashun military camp.

Everything else remains the same.

The Dashun Army robbed wherever they went, but no matter how much they robbed, they would not be interested in an unlucky and dilapidated crematorium.

The only inconvenience is that you can’t go out casually, at least not openly.

Wang Tiezhu was really frustrated during this period of time, and even his mouth tasted like bird.

"There will be beef and dried tofu. It won't be long in a few days." Qin He smiled.

"Master, is Dashun going to be finished?" Wang Tiezhu's eyes lit up and he asked with interest.

Wang Tiezhu couldn't grasp the details, but he could see Qin He's tendency.

The inclinations of the land immortals are enough to determine many things.

"That's about right. Just bear with it a little longer." Qin He nodded, paused, looked at Wang Tiezhu and asked, "Have you finished eating the ginseng?"

"This one……"

Wang Tiezhu's eyes rolled around. In fact, he had already finished chewing the ginseng, but he didn't dare to tell Qin He.

The reason is that that bastard Xu Changshou actually said that stewing turtle with ginseng can cure hysteria.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand things, just be prepared for the worst.

What if?

"Does it take that long to think about it?" Qin He glared at it.

Qin He knew what it was hesitating about at a glance from the twists and turns.

"I've finished eating." Wang Tiezhu lowered his head and answered honestly.

"After the Shun army withdraws, let's go out for a walk." Qin He said.

"Let's go, where are we going?" Wang Tiezhu asked.

"Didn't a lot of demons and monsters come to the capital without saying hello some time ago? It's rude not to reciprocate."

"Master, are you going to start a killing spree?" Wang Tiezhu asked in surprise.

"It's not that serious. We're just going to their house for dinner."