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

When Qin He saw the reward, his mouth immediately opened wide.

Horse Bell: One of the nine instruments for suppressing corpses. It can be heard ringing by itself to ward off evil spirits and has the effect of suppressing corpses.

Nine instruments for suppressing corpses: glutinous rice, talismans, ink thread, golden needles, black donkey hooves, horse bells, soul-capturing lamps, corpse-suppressing pills, and seals for the afterlife.

Ma Ling'er ranks sixth, only inferior to the soul-catching lamp in Feiyuwei's crematorium.

The method of making this thing among the Nine Corpse-Suppressing Instruments is quite complicated and troublesome.

First of all, let’s look at the materials. The horse bell is not an iron bell. It is made from the bone of a monster called Mahu.

The horse-hound is a rare creature in the world. It likes to eat corpses, and its skull has the effect of suppressing corpses.

After collecting the materials, the next step is refining, which involves more than a dozen steps, all of which are secret methods.

After the refining is completed, there is another step, which is not difficult but quite time-consuming. The bell must be tied to the neck of the leading horse of the caravan, and let it follow the caravan to travel all over the country, under the stars and the moon, and experience the wind, frost and cold dew, so as to absorb enough of the fireworks and popularity of the world before it can slowly develop spirituality.

The shortest period is thirty years, the longest is fifty years.

Such a long time span, one generation in prosperous times and two generations in troubled times. Even if one has the materials and knows how to refine it, how many people can wait for a lifetime?

Therefore, when refining this thing, it is not for one's own use, but to leave it to future generations.

Compared with Qin He’s direct reward, it’s incomparable.

Qin He only spent one afternoon and one evening on the whole thing, although it was quite busy.

With a flip of his hand, a horse bell appeared in his hand.

This is a bell with a mottled and rusty body. It looks no different from ordinary horse bells or camel bells.

There's no telling what kind of exotic beast's bone it's made of, or what secret method it was made of. It does bear heavy marks of time, even covered with patina.

Shake.

"Dingling bell~"

The sound is very clear and pleasant.

After fiddling with it for a few more times, Qin He threw the horse bell into the space under his armpit and said to the big bastard, "Burn this body and put it in a separate bucket."

"Yes, Master."

The big turtle looked back and nodded quickly.

In the crematorium, Ji Wubing's body had been burned to only bones.

He was originally a smart person, but unfortunately he had a short life and little fortune.

He was born into a wealthy family but was born a dwarf, with no blessings to enjoy. When he finally tried to gain fame and fortune, he was harmed by his treacherous relatives.

Compared with the suffering brought to him by the alien, these are nothing.

Living people are refining corpses, life is worse than death, and the various methods of refining corpses make Qin He feel horrified.

One wrong step would lead to eternal damnation. Fate was too unfair to him.

"White Lotus Stranger?"

Qin He narrowed his eyes. Those corpse refining methods scared him a lot.

My little heart is pounding.

This must be a grudge.

……

"when!"

With the sound of a gong, the doors of the crematorium rooms opened one after another.

The crematorium's work for the day came to an end, no one reported any deaths, and it was another beautiful Christmas Eve.

Qin He handed over the ashes and received fifteen copper coins. He took Ji Wubing's ashes south and added a small grave next to Ma Tuzi and Liu Chengji.

This time Liu Chengji won’t be lonely anymore.

When they returned to the dock, the sun was already high in the sky. Qin He had breakfast and then went into the city.

Just as they arrived at the city gate, a team of horsemen rode out of the city with murderous intent, frightening the people on the street and making them flee in panic. A peddler was unable to dodge in time and was knocked to the ground with his carrying pole, crying out in pain.

Qin He took a look and saw that the leader was wearing a dark yellow flying fish suit and carrying an iron mace. It was the Iron Mace Detective Yuwen Jing.

There were more than 40 people in the group, all of whom were elite members of the arrest team.

"The Iron Mace Constable has been dispatched. I wonder where he's going this time."

"Leaving the city to the east must be heading to Lingshanwei. It is said that a strange ship appeared there and hundreds of people have died."

"Why are there so many monsters and demons in this world?"

"..."

The people nearby were talking about it.

Qin He grinned, entered the city, turned left and right, and came to the outside of a mansion that covered an area of ​​quite large.

There are two big characters on the plaque: Yuwen Mansion.

He climbed over the wall and waited for Qin He to come out again after a while. He was wearing a dark yellow Feiyu suit and walked towards the Zhaoyu Prison of the Northern Pacification Division with a big horse and a golden sword.

The Feiyu suit is very imposing.

Wherever you go, you will have the "passerby avoidance" BUFF.

There was no one or car on the road who dared not give way to me.

In a few seconds, Qin He arrived at the gate of Zhaoyu.

"Greetings, Lord Yuwen!" The captain on duty bowed and saluted.

"No gift."

Qin He waved his hand and walked straight over.

The captain escorted Qin He until he was out of sight, then he stood up, his face puzzled. "Didn't Captain Yuwen go to Lingshan Guard? Why is he back?"

He shook his head and didn't think much about it, just guarding the door with peace of mind.

As Qin He walked along, people saluted him, which made him feel like he had fulfilled his duty as an official.

Just when I was thinking about where to find someone, a man came over from the opposite side. I looked and found that it was that little bastard Wei Wu. He had his nostrils blocked, a basin in his hand, and his face was smiling so hard that it was almost cramping.

Qin He was puzzled and quickly called him over.

Wei Wu hurried over, bowed and said, "Greetings, Lord Yuwen."

Qin He took a look at his basin and was surprised to see that it was full of cow dung, which looked quite fresh.

"What are you doing with this cow dung?" Qin He quickly covered his nose.

"Sir Yuwen, this is used to compare finger shapes." Wei Wu replied with a smile, his smile was so bright, as if he had been promoted.

Qin He was baffled, thinking, "Are you all sick?" He shook his head and ignored him, asking, "Where is that White Lotus Sect demon imprisoned?"

"Sir Yuwen, he is being held in Room 10 of Jiazi and is currently being interrogated."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Yes."

After waving away Wei Wu, the Qin River meandered and arrived at the Jiazi housing area.

After looking left and right, he finally found a shit-yellow doorplate with the number "10" written on it above a cell.

The sound of whip cracking came from inside.