Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

Qin He grinned when he saw the reward.

Ma Erling: One of the nine instruments for suppressing corpses, it can be heard to sing fiercely, and has the effect of suppressing corpses.

Nine tools for suppressing corpses: glutinous rice, talisman, ink thread, golden needle, black donkey's hoof, horse bell, soul lamp, corpse suppressing pill, seal of rebirth.

Ma Ling'er was ranked sixth, only worse than Feiyuwei Burning Corpse Hall's Soul Lighting.

There is a method of making this kind of thing in the Nine Utensils of Corpse Suppression, and the process is quite complicated and troublesome.

The first thing is to get the material, the horse bell is not an iron bell, it is made from the protruding bone of a kind of spirit called Ma Ji.

Ma Yu is a rare thing in the world. He likes to swallow corpses, and his skull has the effect of suppressing corpses.

After the material is collected, it is refined, and there are more than a dozen processes, all of which are secret methods.

After the refining is completed, there is one more step, the difficulty is not high, but it is quite time-consuming. The bell must be tied around the neck of the caravan head horse, so that it can follow the horse team to travel north and south, wear the stars and wear the moon, go through the wind, frost and dew, and absorb enough human fireworks, Popularity can slowly give birth to spirituality.

It can be as short as 30 years and as long as 50 years.

Such a long time span, one generation in the prosperous age and two generations in the troubled times, even if they have the materials in their hands and know the method of refining, how many people can wait for this life?

So refining this thing is not for your own use, but for your descendants.

Compared to Qin He's direct reward, it's incomparable.

Qin He only spent one afternoon and one night back and forth, although it was also a busy job.

With a flip of the hand, Ma Erling appeared in the hand.

This is a bell with mottled body and rust, which looks no different from ordinary horse bells or camel bells.

What kind of strange beast is used as the material, and the secret method of making it can't be seen at all, but the traces of the years are quite heavy, and it is covered with pulp.

Shake it.

"Jinglingling~"

The sound is very crisp and pleasant.

After fiddling a few more times, Qin He threw Ma Erling into the space under his armpit, and said to the king: "This corpse was cremated and packed in a barrel alone."

"Yes, sir."

Da Wang Ba glanced back and nodded quickly.

In the crematorium, Ji Wubing's body had been burnt to the point where only bones remained.

He was originally a smart person, but unfortunately his life is poor and his fortune is shallow.

Born into a wealthy family but born a dwarf, he has no blessings to enjoy. After finally fighting for fame and fame, he was killed by an adulterer.

And these are not worth mentioning compared to the suffering brought to him by other people.

Living people are refining corpses, life is worse than death, Qin He feels the creeps after seeing all kinds of corpse refining techniques.

One wrong step will lead to eternal doom, fate is too unfair to him.

"White lotus alien?"

Qin He squinted his eyes, those corpse-refining methods scared him quite a bit.

The little heart was beating.

This must be a beam.

...

"when!"

With the sound of a gong, the doors of the cremation chambers opened one after another.

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

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

This time Liu Seung-ki doesn't have to be lonely anymore.

By the time we got back to the pier, the sun was already rising, so Qin He had breakfast before heading into the city.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the city, a team of cavalry beat their horses out of the city in a murderous spirit. The frightened street people hurriedly avoided, and a peddler couldn't dodge in time.

Qin He saw that the leader was wearing a dark yellow flying fish suit and carrying an iron mace on his back.

There are more than forty people in the group, all of whom are the elite of the arrest team.

"The god of iron mace is dispatched, I don't know where to go this time."

"Going out of the city in the east must be going to Lingshanwei. It is said that there is a tricky ship out there, and hundreds of people have died."

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

"..."

The people nearby were talking about it.

Qin He grinned, entered the city, turned left and turned right, and came to the outside of a large mansion.

There are two big characters written on the plaque: Yuwenfu.

Turning over into the wall, after a while Qin He turned out again, wearing a dark yellow flying fish suit, and walked towards Fusizhao Prison in Beizhen with Dama Jindao.

Flying fish suit is imposing.

Wherever you go, you will have the buff of "passerby avoidance".

No one or a car on the road would dare to give way to him.

After three strokes, Qin He came to the gate of Zhao Prison.

"I've met Master Yuwen!" The hundred household officer on duty bowed and saluted.

"Free gift."

Qin He waved his hand and walked straight over.

The Baihu officer kept escorting Qin He until he couldn't see him before he straightened up, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Didn't Yuwen Qianhu go to Lingshanwei, why did he come back?"

Shaking his head, he didn't think much of it, and guarded the door with peace of mind.

Qin He has people salute him all the way, which can be regarded as an official addiction.

Just as he was thinking about where to find someone, a person came across, and at first glance, it was Wei Wu, that little bastard, with his nostrils blocked, a pot in his hand, and his face was almost cramp from smiling.

Qin He couldn't understand it, so he quickly called him over.

Wei Wu trotted over in a hurry, nodded and said, "I've seen Mr. Yuwen."

Qin He took a look at his basin, good guy, it was full of cow dung, and it was quite fresh.

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

"Master Yuwen, this is for comparing finger shapes." Wei Wu replied with a smile, that bright smile, as if he had been promoted to an official.

Qin He was puzzled, thinking that you are all sick, he shook his head and ignored him, and asked him, "Where is that White Lotus Sect demon?"

"Master Yuwen, he is locked in Room No. 10, Jiazi, and is under trial."

"Okay, then you go."

"Yes."

After waving Wei Wu away, Qin He came to the Jiazifang area in a detour.

Looking left and right, I finally found a shit-yellow doorplate with "ten" written on it in a prison cell.

The sound of "cracking" whipping was heard inside.