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

Wei Yuanji was so scared that he ran away, not to mention hosting the event.

He came here with Wei Wu this time. When Wei Wu was taken away, he had no opinion at all.

The four officers on duty in the four cities were also a bit Muggle. Five of them fell down in a short while. It was too fierce.

Qin He couldn't help but sigh when he saw this.

In the end, I got infected.

Except for the East City Crematorium, all the other three cities' crematoriums were included.

The Bat King spread dozens of plagues in Fang County, the most deadly of which was the plague, which later became known as the Black Death.

It is highly contagious, develops quickly, and has a uniform course of disease.

It's only the third day and people are already falling ill.

Qin He had no good solution for this because he had run out of Plague Pills and Gold Injury Pills.

It all depends on how strong their lives are. If they can make it to Xianyun Temple, they can save their lives.

After the initial panic, several officers on duty finally calmed down.

Three of them directed the cremator who had fallen ill to be moved to a tent for concentration, while the remaining one and Wei Yuanji went to the county government office to report the news and discuss how to resolve the situation.

While they were discussing, four more crematorium workers fell one after another, making a total of nine, which was nearly a quarter of the total number.

This time, Chang Wen, the captain of Feiyu Guard, played a very important role.

After learning about the situation, he immediately ordered the temporary crematorium to move out overnight and head to Xianyun Temple.

He has received accurate information that the well water of Xianyun Temple can prevent and treat plague, and the plague at Xianyun Temple has been brought under control.

Of course, there still have to be people staying behind.

The people in the East City Crematorium looked at each other, some of them were tempted, but when they saw that Qin He and Xu Changshou did not move, they stayed.

A quarter of the people fell, but none of them were from the East City Crematorium, which gave them a certain amount of confidence.

In the second half of the night, the entire temporary crematorium became much emptier.

Qin He watched the team go away and continued to burn the bodies.

In troubled times, human lives are worthless. The soul-catching lamps provide the cremators with sufficient safety, but the plague inevitably takes advantage of the opportunity to sneak in.

Nine down, is that too many?

Not much.

Normally, in their respective crematoriums, nine out of forty people died in three days, which can only be said to be a little too much.

Besides, these nine people just fell down, they are not dead yet.

You know, the average lifespan of a crematorium is less than three months.

This is a chaotic world. There is today but no tomorrow. Just get used to it.

Qin He focused on the present, and as dawn approached, he burned out a very interesting corpse.

How can I describe this person? One word to describe him is "tiger".

The deceased was named Song Yinglong, the son of Song Huixing, the county magistrate of Fang County. Since childhood, he had caused County Magistrate Song a lot of worry.

County Magistrate Song himself was a scholar and had studied for decades.

Don't underestimate the scholar, that is also a reputation, and with some money you can donate to become an eighth or ninth rank official to bring honor to your family.

County Magistrate Song wanted to go one step further all his life and pass the imperial examination to advance his official career.

But he had been challenging himself for most of his life, but the result was that he failed repeatedly.

When he was over fifty, he had a son.

County Magistrate Song suddenly felt that there was no need to compete with himself anymore.

I have a son.

If I can’t pass the exam myself, I will train my son to pass it.

Hey, this is what it means to hope your son will become successful.

As the old saying goes, you may try to plant flowers but they may not bloom, but you may plant willows by accident and they may grow into a shade.

If you keep thinking about something and keep it in mind wanting to do it as well as possible, nine times out of ten it will not turn out well.

Eight out of ten things in life are not as we wish.

County Magistrate Song is very thoughtful.

Some people wish that Song Yinglong could recite poems while still breastfeeding, write after weaning, compose poems and essays at the age of three, write beautiful articles at the age of five, and become the top scorer in the imperial examination at the age of fifteen.

While the child was drinking milk, County Magistrate Song was reading the Four Books and Five Classics with him.

While the children were eating, County Magistrate Song put the rice aside and said that they should study a passage from the Four Books and Five Classics before eating.

The child woke up in the middle of the night, and County Magistrate Song told him not to go to sleep yet, but to study some of the Four Books and Five Classics before going to bed.

When the child was peeing, County Magistrate Song pinched half of the child's pee and told him to learn a passage from his uncle's Five Classics before peeing.

The first thing you do every morning is let your child drink a glass of ink.

It is said that if you have ink in your belly, poetry and books will come naturally.

Hey, don’t even mention it’s a child, even a cow can’t stand it.

The more County Magistrate Song kept nagging, the more Song Yinglong became rebellious.

You asked me to study, but I refused. I wanted to practice martial arts and even find a master for myself.

How to find it?

Auditions!

The whole county was in an uproar because of that incident.

But he is the son of the county magistrate and can afford it.

When all the people in the underworld heard this, they were like, "Huh?"

The son of the county magistrate is seeking a teacher?

This is a great opportunity to make a fortune!

The auditions are purely to see who can brag the most.

After choosing and choosing, Song Yinglong chose a master who knew how to use the "Iron Shirt". He said that his Iron Shirt was invulnerable to swords and spears, and immune to all poisons, and was inherently invincible. He didn't have to practice in the hottest days of summer or the coldest days of winter. He just had to take a comfortable bath and recite some spells to practice it.

What kind of master is this? He is just a swindler who performs on the streets.

The bath is not a real bath, but a water for practicing martial arts mixed with herbs.

Just pick up some weeds from the roadside, dig up some tree roots and soak them in water. This is the water for practicing exercises.

It’s not cheap, fifty taels of silver per barrel.

In the middle, there are all kinds of deceptions and all kinds of extras cooperating in the performance.

Song Yinglong was so frightened that he believed it without a doubt and took out several thousand taels of silver from his home.

Finally, the swindler saw that he had almost emptied the county magistrate's family's wealth. He was afraid that if he took more, something bad would happen. So he said to Song Yinglong, "My good disciple, you have mastered the Iron Shirt magic. From now on, you will be invulnerable to swords and spears, and immune to all poisons. I will travel around the world with you, and we will meet again if it is fate."

Song Yinglong was so moved that he bid farewell with tears in his eyes and stole more than a thousand taels of silver from his home, saying that it was for Master to spend on his journey.

You know what's going on? He's been drinking ink and reading books since he was a child, but he's been drinking them to the point of having problems with his brain.

As soon as the liar left, Song Yinglong started to show off.

When I have nothing to do, I show off my muscles to people on the street.

I caught a man selling knives. I'm wearing an iron shirt and I'm not afraid of your knife. Come on, come on, give me a knife.

I caught a brick maker. Come on, hit me with a brick.

The knife seller and the brick maker looked at him and said, "Oh my god, your father is the second in command in the county. If I hurt you, going to jail would be the lightest punishment. You might even be exiled to the nine frontiers."

No one dared to take action.

But Song Yinglong was unyielding.

If you don't cut, I won't shoot, right? I'm going to get angry with you. I'm going to pester you every day and make it impossible for you to do business.

The two were forced into a corner, what should they do?

After squatting in the corner and discussing it, I came up with a solution.

The knife was blunt and the brick was powdered. Both of them were experts and could easily deceive people.

Everything is ready, and the extras are ready.

The knife didn't cut into the wound, and the brick didn't hurt him at all, and the whole room applauded.

Song Yinglong was so proud that he rewarded each person with ten taels of silver, and everyone was very happy.

Then Song Yinglong became arrogant and asked people to try his iron vest whenever he had nothing to do.

This kind of thing spread quickly from one person to ten, and then to a hundred people. Everyone knew what was going on, and they followed suit to try to please the son of the county magistrate.

If you coax her well, you can get money. What a great thing, Shancai Boy.

In fact, if it goes on like this, even if Song Yinglong can't come to his senses for the time being, he will wake up in the future. Who knows, he might meet someone who really dares to hit him with a knife or a brick.

But this is fate. No one who dared to hit him showed up, and the plague came.

When others heard about the plague, they didn't even have time to hide.

Song Yinglong knew there was a tiger in the mountain, but he still went there.

Tired of trying out the invulnerability to swords and guns, he wanted to try out the immunity to all poisons.

Go to the home of an infected person and breathe in the plague-filled air in big gulps.

He came out looking very proud, looking at me, I am immune to all poisons.

The result... I couldn't get out of bed the next day and died on the third day.

Everyone knows to give way to others, but the plague won’t.

It's become a complete joke.

In the shadow play, a man in a black robe speaks: "Heaven and earth are suspended on their own, how can the great way be so firm? The wise have no hindrance, the foolish know nothing."

Reward: Animal Language