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

A staggered blow.

Both sides paused for a moment.

Qin He grinned and said, "Your green giant hand is pretty good, but it's a little brittle."

The thin man turned his head woodenly, only to see that only a small part of his green corpse ghost hand was still hanging on his arm, and the whole arm was gone.

There is an arm-shaped gap in the roof on the upper side.

The Green Corpse Ghost Hand that he had practiced so hard was suddenly broken and flew away by a shovel.

"Ah ...

"You are from the Corpse Refining Sect, right?"

Qin He put the shovel on his shoulder again and asked curiously.

"Who are you? You absolutely cannot be a cremator!" The thin man screamed while trying to suppress the pain.

"Why do you all want to know who I am so badly? I'm the cremator, and I'll stick with my name." Qin He pounded his chest with his fist and said, "Well, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Since you know that I am from the Corpse Refining Sect, and you still dare to attack me, do you know the consequences?" The thin man gritted his teeth and threatened.

"You, the Corpse Refining Sect, hold grudges and will come after me to seek revenge, right?"

"Yes."

"If I say I wish I could, would you believe me?"

The thin man's painful face showed astonishment, and his gray complexion turned even paler.

The next moment, he suddenly fell to his knees with a "thump".

"Please let me go."

"Hey, you're kneeling quite decisively."

Qin He turned the shovel sideways, hooked his hands on it, and asked with interest.

"My wife was injured by a ninth-grade zombie and was invaded by corpse qi. I had no choice but to come to the crematorium to get some corpse organs, otherwise she would go crazy and die. Please, for the sake of my wife's suffering, spare us." The thin man's face became more and more sad, and his tone was pleading.

"Injured by a ninth-grade zombie?" Qin He was suspicious.

"It's absolutely true. I can swear to heaven that I am not lying. Otherwise, I will be struck by lightning." The thin man swore to the sky.

"That sounds pretty pathetic."

"In order to treat my wife's corpse poison, I have no choice but to wander around. I am sorry for offending you today. Please be merciful, please be merciful." The thin man begged bitterly.

"It seems that I misunderstood you. I thought that you were the one who killed those dozens of crematorium workers in the crematoriums in the west and north cities." Qin He looked as if he had realized something.

The thin man's face froze for a moment, and he looked very excited. "Misunderstanding, this must be a misunderstanding. I have never been to those two places. I swear."

"That's not right. I just heard you say you wanted to go to my room to get some blood and essence?" Qin He asked again.

"Uh...well, I'm talking about the big turtle in your room. The bigger the turtle, the more nourishing its blood is. It's called blood essence." The thin man hurriedly explained, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he spoke.

The man in front of him had unfathomable strength, but he seemed to have a problem with his brain. Sure enough, after hearing this, he quickly patted his chest and said, "So that's how it is. You scared me. I thought you were going to hurt me."

"No, no, absolutely not." The thin man waved his hands hurriedly.

"Well, your wife is indeed quite pitiful. I forgive you. You can go now." Qin He waved his hand with a amiable look on his face. Finally, he said, "Give your wife some good treatment. Don't keep eating corpses. It's not good for her health."

"Yes, you are right."

The thin man could hardly believe his ears, and could hardly hide his joy at surviving the disaster.

"Thank you, you're a good man, you're a good man!" The thin man bowed repeatedly and said, "Then I'll take my wife and leave first."

"Go ahead." Qin He waved his hand.

The thin man felt like he was dreaming. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took out a yellow cloth bag, put the still twitching female corpse into it and hung it around his waist. He gave Qin He a dry laugh, jumped onto the beam, and was about to leave through the smoke exhaust.

"Wait!"

Qin He's voice suddenly rang out.

The thin man froze, his hairs on every head standing on end, and thought to himself, as expected.

But he didn't dare to move, he had lost his trump card, this man's strength was terrifying, and his speed was also extremely fast. He had no power to fight back in front of this man.

The most important thing is that he doesn't think this person has changed his mind.

Because he didn't understand what the point of regretting was.

"Is there anything else you need?" The thin man turned around with his whole body tense.

"It's nothing, just don't walk too fast." Qin He asked.

"Why?" the thin man asked confusedly.

"I hate people who walk too fast. When I see someone walking too fast, I want to chase them and hit them to death with a shovel." Qin He made a slapping gesture and said to the thin man with a smile, "Just walk slowly. Don't rush."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The thin man opened his eyes, his mind filled with confusion.

This man is sick!

Absolutely sick!

He is seriously ill!

When walking, he doesn't let others walk faster.

After watching the thin man leave, Qin He quickly jumped out of the roof and returned to Room 7. He grabbed the sleepy turtle in the bucket and said, "Wake up, the chance for real combat has come."

……

After the thin man crawled out of the crematorium, he instinctively wanted to leave as soon as possible.

But reason told him not to provoke that lunatic and to walk slowly, as there was no danger anyway.

This kind of person is often unreasonable. If you walk too fast, he might really catch up with you and hit you to death with a shovel.

So the thin man deliberately slowed down his pace and walked towards the south city at a leisurely pace.

He has already visited the West and North crematoriums. Now that there is this lunatic in East City, the only one left is the South City crematorium.

After about an incense stick of time, he walked about two miles and finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the man had indeed let him go.

But at this moment, something suddenly fell into the woods not far behind him with a "bang". The force was so heavy that it felt like the ground jumped.

The thin man was shocked and confused, and quickly hid aside.

But there was no further sound for a long time. The thin man hesitated for a moment and walked towards that direction.

When they got there, their eyes met.

That lunatic was holding that big turtle in his hand.

"Why are you here?"

The thin man felt a chill on his back and was surprised.

"Me~hahaha, I just came out to get some fresh air and cool down." Qin He grabbed his head and smiled with a simple face.

"You can bring out turtles with the help of a blower?" The thin man couldn't believe it.

"I, a turtle, also like the wind, so I enjoy it together." Qin He said with a smile.

"So that's how it is. Well, you go ahead and do your thing. I'll be leaving first." The thin man felt something was wrong.

Qin He waved his hand hurriedly, "Okay, okay, remember not to walk too fast."

The thin man let out a long sigh, turned around and walked away in small steps.

Qin He watched him go away, then turned around and glared at the big turtle in his hand: "Zhu Zi, you hit it wrong!"