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

As the old saying goes, if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet.

Zhao Qing kept testing the edge of death, and finally encountered a "ghost" that wanted to take his life on the road at night.

Who is this "ghost"?

As mentioned in the previous article, there was a gang of clerks in the Dongcheng Bingmasi, and it was the gang of clerks who secretly brought Xu Changshou to the Dongcheng crematorium as "safety".

Since ancient times, clerks are permanent, but officials are transient.

Even though clerks have no rank or title, they have been running the business on a piece of land for generations, from father to son and from son to grandson. They have deep roots, and if officials don't give them some face when they come, they won't be able to continue their job.

It’s that amazing.

This "ghost" is the head of the clerk gang, called Master Cao. In the East City Military Department, apart from the current official Liu Wentong, Master Cao's words are the most effective and he is known as the "Second Master".

Moreover, this incident did not happen in Cao's residence.

For Zhao Qing to be able to make a living by extorting money, he must have sharp eyes and sharp ears. He knew which companies he could extort and which he could not, and how much he could extort. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

If it were at Master Cao's residence, it would be ten consecutive blessings. Master Cao, please give as much as you want. Even if it's just a copper coin, I'll take it home and keep it as an offering. I wouldn't dare ask for a penny more.

Hey, what do you think is going on?

To make a long story short, this Master Cao, when he was young, fell in love with a little girl in the Little Red Building. The girl was as beautiful as a flower, and Master Cao liked her.

If he likes her, he can redeem her, but he doesn't dare to bring her home because there is a tigress in his family who is extremely ferocious.

Besides, it would not be appropriate to take her home. Although Master Cao has a high status, he has no merit. According to the laws of Dali, he is not allowed to take a concubine without merit.

Master Cao is able to maintain a stable position and is also a person who cherishes his reputation.

What to do? Buy a house and put it outside.

Well, that's it. Master Cao has a concubine outside, and she hides it quite well. Plus, Master Cao is getting older, and the concubine is getting old and losing her looks, so she doesn't visit him as often.

This matter became a secret, and Zhao Qing didn't know about it.

As for the concubine, she gave birth to a son for Master Cao. Seventeen or eighteen years later, the son got married.

Master Cao must go. In terms of age, the son born to his concubine is his eldest son.

After disguising himself and dressing up, Master Cao went there and introduced himself to others as a distant relative.

In order to make the party for his son lively, Master Cao secretly used some means to get many guests, all of whom were people with small heads and faces, making it very lively.

Coincidentally, Zhao Qing came out of the restaurant that day.

At first glance, yeah?

What kind of family is this?

Why are weddings so lively?

I took out my little notebook and flipped through it, but there was no such person.

Could it be some hidden wealthy businessman?

Look left and right, it is better to act now than to wait for a day. If a good thing comes to you, you have to go for it. Otherwise, you will lose out.

It’s your turn today!

Just like that, Zhao Qing wrapped a stone in paper and sneaked in.

Well, this is like entering the gate of hell.

Everything is the same as before, the routine is still the same, but if others don’t know Zhao Qing, how could the biggest local boss in the East City Crematorium not know Zhao Qing?

Master Cao’s cunning is just a joke. I will accept all your auspicious words. You can knock as much as you want. If you frown, I lose.

It’s the eldest son’s wedding day, so let’s celebrate as much as we can. I won’t argue with you for now.

Afterwards, the money will come back the same way it went out.

Zhao Qing deserves to die. In the past, when it came to this kind of door, he would not continue after the sixth sentence, and the next four sentences were wasted.

But today he had just come out of a restaurant, half drunk, and alcohol made cowards brave.

As the words were hammered out one by one, Master Cao remained calm and cheered loudly.

Zhao Qing saw that God wanted him to get rich today.

Got it!

Very eloquent!

Two more sentences were improvised after the tenth sentence, making it a dozen.

Zhao Qing carried away more than four hundred taels of silver.

Master Cao was also happy. Look at the "dozen" auspicious words he said. They were so auspicious. Both the host and the guests were very happy and they even drank several more glasses of wine.

Then, that night, Zhao Qing was beaten to the point of shitting.

More than four hundred taels of silver were recovered in full.

The three-inch tongue was cut off and kept by Master Cao.

Zhao Qing was covered in feces and blood. He survived for half the night and finally died.

The shadow lamp captivated the soul, the judgment was weighed, and the man in black robe spoke with golden words: "Stories and operas persuade people, walk in the middle of the three roads, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, the right path in the world is vicissitudes."

Reward: Magical little notebook.

Magic Notebook: This is a magical notebook that you can never use up.

Qin He flipped his hand and a small yellow notebook fell into his hand. It was not big, just enough to cover a palm.

It was clearly Zhao Qing's little notebook that had taken shape.

There's nothing on it, it's all blank.

Qin He didn't understand what the use of this thing was. Could it be used up?

Does tearing count?

Thinking of this, Qin He tore off more than ten pages in a row, and took a look. Wow, the notebook was still as thick as before, and it had not been shortened at all.

It’s really magical.

From now on, you don’t need to use bamboo strips when going to the toilet, and there will be endless paper.

But on second thought, it’s not right.

Don't go to the toilet by yourself.

Dry!

Qin He's face was a little dark. Such an interesting corpse was given such a useless thing?

Shaking his head speechlessly, Qin He tucked the small notebook into his armpit and thought, "Keep it here. You never know when you might need it."

Looking up at Zhao Qing's body that had turned to ashes, the man in black robe was right. Storytelling and opera were the best ways to persuade people, and the only way was to walk in the middle of the three roads.

It means that when people walk, they should take the main path in the middle of the three roads and cannot take the side paths.

But the problem is, in these troubled times, the right path is not prosperous. If you can survive by following the right path, why are there so many corpses and remains?

Zhao Qing definitely deserved to die, but at least he lived a carefree life for half his life, which is enough in this world.

What about the people who work all day but still go hungry? What did they do wrong?

The world is in turmoil. In the government and among the common people, who is right and who is evil? Who can tell?

Qin He didn't want to bother thinking about it.

He was just a cremator, and he only wanted to be a cremator, watching the impermanence of life and the changes in the world.

Unless...it happened to him.

……

"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

As the sky in the east began to turn pale, a gong sounded and the large iron doors of the crematorium opened one after another.

Qin He picked up the urn and walked out of the crematorium in the dim morning light.

Eighteen cremators lined up to hand in the ashes. Those with families took them away, while those without families dumped them into the canal.

Zhao Qing had family, but no one came to claim his ashes. The ashes were swept away by the waves, and the last trace of this person disappeared without a trace.

The eight new cremators looked at Qin He with curiosity and scrutiny in their eyes. Qin He was the only person in the Five Cities Army who had been promoted from a cremator to a cremator in recent years. In the eyes of the new cremators, he was already a legend.

Qin He didn't like being stared at, but he couldn't control other people's thoughts. He was the first to hand over the ashes and leave the crematorium to have breakfast.

I’m not actually hungry, but life will have a bit of life if I have some food in my mouth every day.

Qin He likes the smell of fireworks.

After breakfast, Qin He went to the blacksmith shop, intending to upgrade the corpse-suppressing nails.

The things we encounter are getting stronger and stronger. Small nails are not very effective and they need to be thick and big to be effective.

Qin He described it briefly, and Tie Sanqi slapped his head: "This is the coffin nail."

So, Qin He's thick and big thing became a coffin nail in Tie Sanqi's mouth.

Yes, we have them ready, more than 200 of them.

It was said that a coffin maker was lying in his own coffin, and the order for the goods was not fulfilled and had been left unfilled for more than a year.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Qin He went to the vegetable market and bought some wine, meat, vegetables and dry dishes, intending to make a good meal for himself.

I haven't eaten spicy food for a while, and I miss it.

Back in the crematorium, Qin He squatted beside the water bucket and sharpened his knife to cut the meat. The big turtle in the bucket stuck its head out and looked, and was scared out of its wits.

"Master, can we discuss not using the knife? I...I have a secret to tell you."

"Huh?" Qin He was stunned.

"That's right, if I tell it, can it save my life?"