e-booksonline Chapter 445 Unifying The Script
Chapter 445 Unifying The Script
"Squeak, squeak~"
Gray Michelle pulled an ox cart and followed Qin He and Lamborghini to the next location.
It no longer knows how to describe its shock.
After more than three hundred years of Taoism, the female ghost who has condensed into a solid body has no ability to resist in front of the Qingniu Great Immortal.
You know, ghosts are very good at fighting, and their attack power is also extremely powerful.
Let Hui Miqiu face this female ghost, three or five hits will kill her, the gap is very large.
Even if the little chicken is caught, it can still be swiped, pulled, and pecked a few times, but the female ghost is not even as good as the little chicken in front of the Great Immortal Qingniu.
Such a gap in strength can be called a natural moat, insurmountable.
"Master Zhu, do high officials like to burn corpses?" Hui Miqiu asked Wang Tiezhu cautiously while he was behind.
It investigated Qin He and found that Qin He seemed to have a strange obsession with corpses.
Similar to occupational addiction, simply put, it is an addiction to burning corpses.
This makes it puzzling. Occupational addiction may be some kind of habit and action, but it has been a long time to see occupation as a hobby.
Do fishermen enjoy fishing?
Would Chaifu like chopping wood?
Hardly possible, life is life, and a hobby is a hobby.
When you develop a hobby into a means of making a living, the hobby often becomes disgusting along with the means of making a living.
If you can do less, do less, if you can, don't do it.
Qin He's behavior of distributing too few corpses at the crematorium every day, and taking the initiative to dig outside is simply unimaginable.
More importantly, what he was keen on was the murderous corpse.
It's just... unreasonable.
Is the process of turning a corpse into ashes wonderful?
You are not using it to make soup.
It would be easy to understand if it was used for stewing soup.
"Do things honestly, what are you asking for?" Wang Tiezhu glanced at it, but did not answer.
"Yes yes yes." Gray Miqiu nodded repeatedly, but it had already got the answer it wanted.
The four words "don't ask nonsense" showed that he was right. Wang Bayao's instinctive disgust and warning were all because of the lack of three hundred taels of silver here, and he clearly pointed out the answer.
Great Immortal Qingniu, I really like it
Burn the corpse.
"Corpse?"
Hui Miqiu murmured to himself, it does know that there are some very special corpses in the capital.
Some corpses even make a living.
The bustling and dense capital city is bustling with people, not just living people.
...
After walking for a while, the second coffin arrived.
Hui Miqiu stopped the car, picked up the shovel and rushed up to dig, very attentive.
After a while, it dug out the coffin together with Wang Tiezhu.
Still entwined with Yin Qi like a cocoon, Qin He followed the gourd painting, first a thunderbolt loosened it, and then went straight down with a shovel, and the coffin lid flew away.
"Jiejiejiejie, see the sun again...Jin Yunzi, I didn't expect that this real person would still have a chance to see the sun again, Jiejiejie~~"
A violent puff of black smoke gushed out.
An old man with a shriveled face jumped out in Taoist robes.
He was as skinny as a piece of dry wood, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and two green glows were embedded in the deepest part of the eye sockets, his whole body was shrouded in black mist, like vines and snakes.
He glanced around, fixed his eyes on Qin He and the others, and asked, "What year and month is it today?"
Wang Tiezhu twitched and said, "June of the first year of Chongzheng."
"In the first year of Chongzheng, what is the name of the year of Chongzheng?" The skinny old man looked puzzled and said, "Where is my Great Rong Khanate?"
"Dead." Wang Tiezhu replied very simply, mixed with its evil taste.
They are all firewood. Appreciating their despair before putting them on the stove is one of the few pleasures of burning corpses.
"My Great Rong Khanate is dead?" The skinny old man's face was really moved, and the black air began to spread all over his body.
"It's been dead for hundreds of years." Wang Tiezhu made up his knife, and then pointed at the female ghost in red in the car, saying: "She can testify."
"Who are you?" The skinny old man stared at Wang Tiezhu, and shouted angrily: "Bold and barbaric slave, you actually speak out against me?"
Wang Tiezhu flinched from being stared at by it, and hurriedly shrank behind Qin He, saying: "Master, it's time to do it."
"Um."
Qin He nodded and grinned.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the big shovel moved at an extremely fast speed.
At a high speed, it hit the old man's head.
A huge golden corpse-holding pattern was printed directly on its forehead, and blue smoke was emitting from it.
The old man shook a few times.
With a sound of "baji", he fell to the ground.
The second one, done.
It was time to tie and nail it. After a while, the old man's body was thrown into the bullock cart.
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third tool.
This is a black-clothed alchemist, his whole body is pale and pale, like dead pork soaked in water for three days and three nights, the rancid smell is so strong that he almost vomited Wang Tiezhu.
Still looking up to the sky with a long smile: "Hahahaha... I will see the sun again, see the sun again, hahaha~"
After laughing, he fixed his eyes on Qin He and the others, and asked, "Quickly tell me, what year and month is today?"
The people and the beasts looked at each other, speechless.
I don't even understand the plot of jumping out of the coffin and laughing, and asking what year and month after laughing. Is it the unified script set by that idiot?
"Today is the June of the first year of Chongzheng, and it is also your death day." Wang Tiezhu replied a little tiredly, and then whispered to Qin He: "Master, let's speed up and stop talking nonsense with firewood."
"Um."
"Boom!"
Dahei shoveled down and harvested black-clothed alchemists.
The fourth one, compound eye evil cultivator, the script is still going on.
"Jie Jie Jie, I'm back again~~" The compound-eyed evil cultivator went mad.
"You wait for the ants to say quickly..." Compound Eye Xiexiu asked urgently.
"Today is June of the first year of Chongzheng~" Wang Tiezhu answered quickly.
"You...how did you know I was going to ask this?" Compound Eye Xiexiu was taken aback.
"They all ask that." Wang Tiezhu nodded towards the bullock cart next to him.
"Bang!"
The big black shovel fell, and the "compound-eyed evil cultivator full of question marks" was harvested.
The fifth body is a hermaphroditic corpse.
"The yin and yang are united, the magic power is boundless, see the sun again, see the sun again, hahaha~"
"Today is June of the first year of Chongzheng~"
"Bang!"
Harvest "Laughing Fit Corpse".
The sixth one is the youth with devil bones.
"Jie Jie Jie, to hell with it, my life is up to me..."
"Bang!"
Harvest "The Demon Bone Youth Who Hasn't Finished Talking".
So far... six coffin corpses, all in hand.