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

"What on earth did Master like about him?"

Inside the cowhide tent, Wei Wu sipped the tea in the cup while staring at Qin He who was busy lighting fires everywhere outside the tent, puzzled.

The first time that the master personally awarded copper coins was five years ago.

What qualifications does this obviously psychotic guy have?

"Brother Wei, do you want me to go over and make him behave himself?" A young cremator of the same age as Wei Wu came up to him and asked.

Wei Wu pondered for a moment and shook his head. "Let him be. There's nothing wrong with making a little noise. It can prevent everyone from falling asleep. It also helps to alert the brothers on guard. The plague in Fang County this time is very unusual. The arrest team has found something not so good."

The young cremator nodded and went out to make arrangements.

……

“Ohhhh~~”

The east was about to turn bright when a loud crowing of a cock pierced the darkness of the morning.

The bodies that had been burned out in the crematorium were extinguished one after another, and the bodies that were not burned out were added with oil and firewood to speed up the process.

Not cremating the body at cockcrow is a tradition passed down by the crematorium industry. After a busy night, it is time for the cremators to take a rest.

Qin He shoveled the hot ashes off the crematorium and stopped the furnace.

The food sent by Feiyuwei was white flour buns, three per person.

There aren't many of them, but they're big enough for an average person to eat.

Following this group of people who eat the emperor's food, it doesn't matter what kind of work you do, but you will never be deprived of food and drink.

In Fang County, a remote place, you can actually eat white flour.

The cremators were naturally excited.

Even the rich landlords couldn't eat white flour every day. Ordinary people could only eat it once a day during the New Year.

Wei Wu took advantage of the popularity to cheer on the cremators, mostly using the same clichés to trick fools into working harder.

Qin He was fed up with what he heard, so he quickly swallowed the steamed bun and sorted out his harvest from the night before.

How to say.

Mixed joys and sorrows.

What worries me is that the quality of the rewards is so poor that many corpses are just rewarded in vain.

No.

The suppression of this soul-capturing lamp made Qin He furious.

The good news is that if quality isn’t enough, quantity can make up for it.

It took fifteen years to build up my internal strength and twenty years to build up my Taoist skills.

Combining the above, his internal strength has been cultivated for more than 150 years, and his cultivation of Taoism has been more than 120 years.

Only one skill: Sparrow Footwork

Sparrow footwork: After learning this footwork, you will be as light and nimble as a sparrow, moving around and displaying your magical powers in a small space.

A pretty good skill. The deceased was a private school teacher who had taught for half his life. He couldn't say that his students were everywhere, but he had taught quite a few who had made a name for themselves. His special status, coupled with his exceptional character, led him to develop this skill.

The name is so rustic, and the sparrow steps don't have any momentum at all.

Look at them, the Xianjie footwork and the Tianxuan footwork, they sound so advanced just by sounding.

He doesn't even know how to choose a name, it seems he has no culture.

But overall, the harvest was just okay.

Qin He's dissatisfaction was purely due to the huge gap between his expectations and those before departure.

After working all night and counting more than 60 corpses, the shadow play performance made everyone almost crazy and yawned non-stop, and this was the only reward they got.

"Tsk, we have to think of a way. We're losing money by doing this."

Qin He lay on his back, but before he could think of any solution, he fell asleep because he was too sleepy.

……

The Xianyun Temple on Puyun Mountain, twenty miles away, is becoming increasingly popular.

Whether sick or not, everyone ran to worship the mountain god, because the mountain god here was very powerful and one could get his protection as long as they worshipped him sincerely. Although many people still died, they were all because of people who were not sincere.

If you want to pray to the mountain god for protection without a sincere heart, that is wishful thinking and you deserve to die.

The people were ignorant and could not be educated. They did not understand that the plague was transmitted from person to person through close contact. They only thought that they were cursed by the plague god and that only by praying for protection could they be spared from disaster.

The number of people gathered was increasing.

After washing themselves by the water, tens of thousands of people who were praying for shelter faced the rising sun, cheering and worshipping, with everyone's face looking respectful and pious.

There is a main statue and eighteen sub-statues of gods arranged along the mountain for people to worship.

Some people fought each other and even spent money to buy and sell in order to grab a better position.

The main statue in the temple shines brightly and flickers in the cheers of the mountains, as if it is coming alive, dazzling and spectacular.

If you look closely, you will see that the statue has pointed ears and cheeks, and wings on its back, but it is not a human god.

I don’t know where these mountain spirits and water monsters came from to worship in the temple and gather merits.

At this time, outside Puyun Mountain, a plainclothes Feiyuwei arrest team emerged from the thick morning fog. They were on high alert and everyone was silent. A flock of birds flew to the treetops but did not notice the people below.

The leader had a high forehead, deep eye sockets, and a somewhat thin face, but his eyes were very sharp, and there seemed to be two points of fire dancing in the depths of his pupils.

This person is Yuwen Jing, the captain of the Feiyu Guard's Thousand-Man Arrest Squad.

He is known as the Iron Mace Detective, and countless bandits, evil spirits and demons have fallen into his hands.

An ancestral iron dragon mace, which can kill anyone who stands in its way, even if it is a Buddha.

Four years ago, a water monster hovered over the Tonghui River Bay, blocked the canal, and devoured countless people.

The Iron Fan detective took action and beheaded the water monster alone in a boat, and his reputation soared overnight.

More than 200 members of the arrest team came out in full force and hid in the forest for a night just for today.

After a while, an agile figure came quickly from not far away, so quietly that even the birds in the trees were not disturbed.

The man came to Yuwen Jing's side, clasped his fists and bowed, "Sir, we have now ascertained that the original deity of Xianyun Temple has disappeared. The place is now occupied by a bat demon, whose strength is unknown. It has a group of about forty bandits under its command."

A murderous look flashed in Yuwen Jing's eyes, and he said coldly, "How dare you, the bat demon, openly spread the plague and secretly accumulate merits? Pass the order, teams one, two, and three will follow me to infiltrate the temple and slay the demon. Teams four and five will follow behind to eradicate this evil."

"Yes!"

Everyone under his command obeyed the order.

Soon, more than 200 members of the Thousand-Man Arrest Team scattered out, holding plague-avoiding powder in their mouths, sneaking into the crowd of worshippers and heading towards the Xianyun Temple on the top of the mountain.

Looking down from the sky, they were well-trained, their formations covered each other, and they were quite organized.

Yuwen Jing, wearing a coarse linen robe, led the way.

But at this moment, a sharp sneer suddenly sounded.

"Hehehehe... Iron Mace Constable Yuwen Jing, I've long heard of your great name."

The Flying Fish Guards changed color. The voice was confusing and the direction was indistinguishable. It sounded like it came from all directions.

It must be the bat demon. Although its body has not appeared yet, it has already seen through everything.

"You bold monster, you spread the plague and amassed merits privately. You are guilty of a crime that cannot be forgiven. Why don't you show up obediently?" Yuwen Jing stopped and slowly drew out the Iron Dragon Mace from behind him.

The Iron Dragon Divine Mace was pitch black all over, and when its internal energy vibrated, it actually made a sound like a dragon's roar, which attracted a strong wind and made Yuwen Jing's linen clothes rustle.

"What a great Iron Dragon Mace! Captain Yuwen is so majestic, but I also have a trick. If you can break it, we can then decide who is stronger. If you can't, hehehe..." The demon bat's presumptuous voice sounded again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Jing noticed that the people who were worshipping around him suddenly became quiet, stood up and turned to face the Feiyu Guards, with red light gradually seeping out of their eyes.

The faces of the Feiyu Guards changed drastically, and one captain exclaimed, "Oh no! These worshippers have been bewitched."

"Witchcraft, mind-deceiving sacrifice?"

Yuwen Jing's face changed drastically, and he quickly ordered: "The rear team will become the front team, form a formation and retreat!"