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

"That's right. Why do you have to be so rigid? Just make yourself comfortable and not look shabby." Qin He turned around with a smile on his face and persuaded her patiently.

"Don't ask too much. I will never tell you the core." The masked demon gritted his teeth.

"I know, don't get excited. I'm not a Flying Fish Guard. I didn't say I had to turn you upside down. It's a deal, and we can bargain."

Qin He pulled the stool over again, sat down leisurely, and said with a smile: "Then let's start chatting."

"First, let me ask your name. What's your name?"

"Feng Jingyu." The masked man hesitated for a moment and said reluctantly.

"how to write?"

"The wind is like wind, the startle is like startling, the feather is like feather."

"The surname Feng is not common." Qin He looked at him with a slightly scrutinizing look.

"Do you think I'd be stupid enough to lie about something like this?" Feng Jingyu said in an aggressive tone.

"Okay, next one. Did you make that dwarf corpse puppet?" Qin He didn't get annoyed and continued.

"No."

"Did it come from the White Lotus Sect?"

Feng Jingyu's eyes flickered, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Yes, and no."

"What do you mean?" Qin He became interested.

"The Holy Church has long been divided. The group of people refining corpses are nominally under the Holy Church, but in reality they are a faction of their own. This is all I can tell you."

"Well, that's a good start."

Qin He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Then can I understand it this way? The information about the corpse-refining group is not considered the core secret of the White Lotus Sect, at least not for your faction."

"You devil." Feng Jingyu's face changed, but he did not refuse explicitly.

"Welcome to hell. Believe me, devils are often more trustworthy than gods." Qin He's smile became brighter.

"Just ask." Feng Jingyu struggled for a moment and chose to compromise.

"Who are those people who refine corpses? What is their purpose?"

"Corpse Refining is a very ancient tradition, even older than the White Lotus Sect. It's hard to tell what happened in the past. Over the past hundred years or so, they've gradually formed a sect called the Corpse Refining Sect. It's quite mysterious."

"What is the purpose of refining corpses?"

"Corpse puppets can be used for fighting, collecting wealth, and practicing. They have many uses. It is said that some high-level corpse puppets are exactly the same as living people and lurk in the market."

"Do they all use living people to refine corpses?"

"Refining corpses from living people is just one type, there are many more."

"Where did the corpse puppets in your hands come from?"

"Purchased from the Corpse Refining Sect."

"What's it for?"

"This is a core secret, I refuse to answer." Feng Jingyu glared.

"Okay, then I'll change it. Where is the person who sold the corpse puppet to you?" Qin He narrowed his eyes.

"This is also a core secret, I can't..." Feng Jingyu said.

Qin He stood up and interrupted directly: "This is the last question about the White Lotus Sect, I must know."

Feng Jingyu's face suddenly turned pale. After a long pause, he said, "This is just one time. This person's whereabouts are very secretive. I don't know where he is. I only know that he opens an altar to refine corpses every full moon night."

"Good."

Qin He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Then one last question, what is the spell on your bag?"

As he spoke, Qin He took out a yellow cloth bag from his pocket.

……

After a moment, Qin He walked out of torture room No. 10 with satisfaction.

Chang Wen and others were waiting not far away, not daring to eavesdrop at all.

Qin He called him over and said a few random words to him. After showing off his official power, he left and went to the crematorium.

Counting with my fingers, I found that this corpse had been burning for more than ten days.

Although the longer the time, the better the reward, Qin He couldn't help but feel anxious when he thought about it, and he really wanted to know the progress.

The last time I saw Wei Wu take out the mace that he had stabbed into Mei's corpse, I thought it should be soon.

At this time, a cremator happened to pass by. Qin He caught him and asked him some questions. The situation was almost as expected. The cremation would take place in the next few days.

Thus, Qin He successfully achieved the purpose of this trip. After leaving Zhaoyu and returning his clothes, he returned to the crematorium.

As soon as I arrived at the crematorium, I saw a man kneeling at the door.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Lai Fu, the old butler of Liang Shijie's family.

Ah!

Qin He knew this without asking, it must be Liang Shijie's family that suffered.

The last time we cremated the corpse of Liang Laotian, it only treated the symptoms but did not eradicate the problem completely.

The things lurking in the dark and harming people have not been eliminated yet.

As expected, when Lai Fu saw Qin He coming back, he immediately stood up and threw himself in front of him, tears streaming down his face, saying, "Master Qin, please save our Liang family! There's a demon wreaking havoc in our Liang family. It's killed over twenty of our family members in just a few days. Our Liang family is completely destroyed, completely destroyed!"

"More than twenty people died?"

Qin He was a little surprised. The thing was much more ferocious than he expected.

Lai Fu nodded, grabbed Qin He's clothes and begged, "Master Qin, please help me save my Liang family."

"There are so many magicians, monks, and Taoists in the world, but you choose to look for me, the cremator. It's not the right person for you. Besides, wouldn't it be better for you to report this matter to Feiyuwei?" Qin He asked curiously.

"I dare not hide it from Master Qin. I did ask several magicians for help before, but it was useless. The monster was only provoked to become more ferocious. As for the Feiyu Guard, my master..."

"Aren't we from the same faction, the Donglin Party?"

Lai Fu hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "Master Qin..."

"Sorry, not interested."

Qin He's face darkened, and he pushed him away and went into the crematorium.

joke.

I have to go if you beg me?

I had an unpleasant experience last time, and I’m not in the mood this time.

As for how many people died in the Liang family, two ultimate philosophical questions can provide a perfect answer.

One is none of your business.

One is none of my business.

That's right, it's none of my business.

Lai Fu was stunned. Qin He's unexpected rejection instantly shattered the hope that had just risen in his heart. He instinctively stood up to stop Qin He, but was stopped by Yang Baitou who rushed out of the duty room. Yang Baitou raised his beard and said, "The military headquarters is a restricted area. No unauthorized persons are allowed to enter. If you dare to come in, I believe you will be taken to the military headquarters."

Yang Baitou was more upset about this matter than Qin He. Last time, Qin He at least got a reward, and Yang Baitou got a promise of "generous reward" from Liang Shijie, but in the end he got nothing more, which made him very angry.

This old man looks kind and peaceful, but he is actually a mean-spirited person.

Qin He was too lazy to care about what happened next and went straight back to the crematorium.

When the big turtle saw Qin He coming back, it stretched its long neck out of the bucket and said, "Master, that man came again while you were away."

"Who?" Qin He was stunned.

"That's the guy who went through your things last time."

Qin He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little angry.

Damn it, there is a road to heaven but you don’t take it, there is no door to hell but you break into it twice.

I didn't have time to deal with you the past two days, yet you dare to come today.

Okay, I'll cook you nicely tonight.