Qin He suddenly grinned.

If you have enough food and clothing by yourself, the slap is worth it.

Lock-picking technique: If you learn this technique, there will be no lock that is difficult to open in the world.

Fangzhongshu: If you learn this skill, you will become a little bully with a silver spear. It doesn't matter if you have three thousand beauties in one night.

Studying decisively, Qin He was instantly familiar with one hundred and sixty-eight unlocking techniques and two hundred and thirty room techniques. The latter was not only a technique, but also a technique that could be practiced.

A noodle can open all the locks of the Li Dynasty, and a silver spear can give birth to nine sons.

Qin He exclaimed, "This is amazing."

Qin He is very much looking forward to the day when all the skills in the world will be useful sooner or later, especially the latter one.

It is said that the old alley only costs fifty cents.

Li Zizi must have been there after so many days, right?

Are you going to ask tomorrow?

Let Li Laizi lead the way?

He doesn't want to treat himself, does he?

Thinking randomly, Qin He added the last shovelful of coal to the crematorium, lay down on the bed, and gradually fell asleep.

Although my internal energy is much stronger, I still feel tired in my mind if I don’t sleep for a few days.

On the cremation platform, the three members of Lao Xiong's family were reduced to ashes inch by inch under the heat of the remaining fire.

Qin He didn't know that when he was sleeping deeply, two black figures, one black and one white, wearing pointed hats, flashed above the crematorium. The iron hook was hooked into the crematorium, and then he was gone

Three shadows emerged from the ashes, and then disappeared again.

There are so many good and evil things in the world, no one can judge who is right and who is wrong.

That is the job of the king of hell.

…

"Oh oh oh..."

The sky is bright and clear, with white fish belly appearing in the east. It is another sunny day.

The cockcrow awakens the sleeping canal dock.

A gong sounded at the crematorium.

"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

The big iron door of the crematorium opened one after another, but no one announced the funeral. It was another Christmas Eve.

Qin He got up, stretched his muscles, and shoveled the remaining warm ashes into the bucket.

The trio of villains "greeted" them at the door as usual. Seeing that Qin He was still alive, their expressions were somewhat doubtful.

When all the corpse burners saw Qin He, they all gave a thumbs up and said "Brother Qin, good luck".

When Qin He walked away, he sighed again: "It's just a pity that my brain is not working well. I'm afraid I won't be able to last a few days."

Qin He naturally had no idea. In this life, one just smiles at others and is laughed at by others.

After handing over the ashes, I received forty-five copper coins. The crematorium never defaulted or withheld money in this regard. The copper coins were bright yellow and of better quality than the money on the market.

The ashes of the three members of the Xiong family were claimed by someone. It was a child who was still in his infancy, the one born from Ashes. He was dressed in mourning and was held by the housekeeper to collect the ashes on his behalf.

The housekeeper was tall and thin, with a lifeless face but bright eyes. It was he who reported to Xiong Wenlang that Xiong Jiu and Liu Siniang were conspiring to kill him.

Qin He suddenly remembered that when Xiong Wenlang slipped, he seemed to have stepped on oil or wax.

Why is there that thing at the top of the stairs?

Housekeeper, young son, huge wealth?

"Tsk."

Qin He tilted his head, unsure and unable to think clearly.

But he has a good habit of not thinking about it if he can't figure it out.

There are two ultimate philosophical questions in this world that can solve 90% of the troubles.

One is none of your business.

One is none of my business.

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

Love so much.

Qin He is just a corpse cremator, nothing more.

At least that's what he thinks.

What, with greater ability comes greater responsibility?

Sorry, the person who said this will not be born for another thousand years.

No, it doesn't exist, don't talk nonsense.

…

After shaking the forty-five copper coins that were a little heavy in his hand, Qin He added five more coins and walked towards Li Laizi's room No. 17.

Just when I was thinking about how to speak, I found out that Lao Liangtou, Liu Sanjin and many others were inside, surrounding Li Laizi.

Yang Baitou, the old guard at the gate, was applying medicine to Li Laizi's eyes.

In addition to the four officers on duty at night, there is also an officer who guards the gate during the day, this is Yang Baitou.

Yang Baitou has gray hair and is over sixty years old. He is a janitor, a clerk, and a doctor. He usually has no sense of presence. It has been almost a month since Qin He came to this crematorium. He has never spoken to him and does not know him.

What's your name?

"Uncle Liang, what's wrong with Uncle Li?" Qin He asked Lao Liangtou, who was crowded at the outermost edge.

"He deserves it. Don't save money. Don't save money. It's good this time. If he suffers from the disease, he will die sooner or later if he saves money again." Lao Liangtou cursed, hating that iron cannot become steel.

"Suffering?"

Qin He was slightly startled. He was angry that he had seen this thing once, the time when he burned a horse and butchered it.

The so-called calamity breath is the last breath exhaled by a person before death. Once the calamity breath is exhaled, it means that the person is completely dead.

Plants and trees will wither if infected, and people and animals will become seriously ill if infected, or die in severe cases.

"Is it serious?" Qin He asked again.

"It's a good thing that I didn't kill him on the spot. Now that I'm deaf, whether he can survive depends on whether he's tough or not." Lao Liangtou said. After speaking, he pointed at Liu Sanjin and cursed: "You too

, you are looking for death, if Brother Qin hadn’t prevented a disaster for you last night, you would have died, why don’t you save money?”

Liu Sanjin was frightened and waved his hands hurriedly, "If I don't save my money, I will spend all the copper coins today."

Qin He couldn't help but feel a chill running through the back of his head.

Before the slap last night, the trio of villains had discussed dividing the two extra corpses between Li Laizi and Liu Sanjin.

If it hadn't been for that slap from him, Li Laizi and Liu Sanjin would most probably have died like Lao Liangtou said.

Qin He couldn't help but hissed and looked up at the sky.

Is there really some kind of transcendent will in this world?

This will stipulates that the corpse cremator cannot get money and lose his life?

At this moment, Qin He suddenly felt that the copper coins in his hand were a little hot to the touch.

…

After leaving the crematorium, Qin He went to the market.

What to do?

Spend money and go.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.

God knows what the situation is. It is a wretched period of development and cannot be wasted.

Anyway, money is for spending. You can spend it whenever you want. There is no need to go against God.

I have no grudge against God, and God seems to be pretty good to me.

After thinking for a while, Qin He decided to buy a pot first.

Judging from Li Laizi's situation, there is no need to go to the old alley for a short time, so let's improve the food.

I've been eating mixed-noodle steamed buns for a long time until I felt like vomiting. There aren't many that taste good on the market. I'll make them myself if I have a chance in the future.

Since you want to make rice, you must first have a pot.

Qin He went to the grocery store first and bought a large iron pot for 600 yuan.

To be honest, it's really expensive.

Qin He didn't expect this iron pot to be so expensive.

I bought a pot and a pound of salt, and spent more than 100 yuan.

The last few copper coins left bought iron nails.

Since then, all the scattered silver in Qin He's pocket and the copper coins he had saved these days have been spent.

Carrying the big pot, I walked back and passed by the gate of Niu Xing.

Qin He found that many people gathered at the entrance of the cattle store, where a stall was set up with a cow head hanging on it.
Chapter completed!