chsdbacks Chapter 368 Acting On Instinct
Chapter 368 Acting On Instinct
There is a saying that it is seven days in the middle of the cave, and it has been thousands of years in the world.
The worlds of Yin and Yang are not so exaggerated, but the passage of time is also different.
Simply put, there are seven days in the underworld and one day in the yang world.
The so-called first seven soul nights refer to the time it takes for the dead soul to travel to Wangxiang Terrace, and it only takes one day in the underworld.
Qin He leisurely visited the scenery of the underworld, tasted Mengpo soup, and watched Ling Tianfan and others perform, and it took only half a day.
However, in Yangjian, three full days have passed!
The most important thing is that Qin He's soul has entered the underworld, but his physical body is on the edge of Yin and Yang.
If it is an ordinary person, the soul leaves the body, there is no soul to suppress the seven souls, and the seven souls will dissipate after a long time. Once the seven souls are dispersed, the body will die and stink.
But Qin He is not an ordinary person, a land god.
With a golden body of seven grades of merit, the body alone can be sanctified.
Standing and waiting for three days?
That's impossible, I won't stand and wait for three days in my life.
Just when Qin He's soul admired the other shore flowers all over the ground.
Driven by instinct, his body carried a big shovel and went home by itself.
"Brother Qin~"
"Hello Seventh Master~"
"..."
At the gate of the crematorium, cremators in twos and threes warmly greeted Qin He.
After Lu Di came back, some cremators cultivated their inner strength, and they no longer looked down on the status of cremator, so they went out to find another job.
There are several new cremators in the crematorium.
So Qin He's address was upgraded a step further. The old people in the crematorium still called Qin He "Qin Geer", and the newcomers were of lower seniority, so they ranked according to Qin He's No. 7 crematorium, respecting "Qiye" ".
Good or bad, Qin He doesn't matter, you can call him whatever you want, as long as you don't call him Qingniu Daxian.
I responded with a smile when I was in a good mood, and said "um" when I was in a bad mood.
However, this time, Qin He walked straight to No. 7 crematorium as if he didn't hear him, and closed the door with a "bang".
It startled Wang Tiezhu, who was concentrating on repairing the door latch, and pinched his finger.
"Hey! Ah~~"
Wang Tiezhu jumped up from the ground when he was pinched, and frantically waved his hands with a distorted face. Looking closely, four of the five fingers were pinched black.
I go!
Ten fingers to heart!
He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak except for a scream.
After a long time, he took out the Jinchuang Pill, carefully pinched a little bit of the medicine skin and applied it, which relieved the pain.
Then open the door and enter the room.
His intuition told him that there seemed to be something wrong with Grandpa.
He came back without saying a word, and closed the door, obviously he was repairing the latch.
Grandpa never did this.
Walking in, I saw Qin He sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, neither moving nor speaking, with a dull expression on his face.
"Grandfather?"
Wang Tiezhu called out cautiously.
Qin He didn't respond, as if he didn't hear the sound.
The premonition in Wang Tiezhu's heart became more and more intense, he approached a little, and shouted again: "Master, are you back?"
After finishing speaking, Qin He still didn't respond, he didn't even move his eyes, like a statue.
Wang Tiezhu's heart skipped a beat, secretly screaming that it was not good.
Grandpa is really wrong.
"Grandpa...why don't you speak?"
Wang Tiezhu walked closer and shook his hand in front of Qin He. Seeing that there was still no response, he simply grabbed Qin He's shoulder and shook it twice.
At this moment, Qin He finally had a reaction. He turned his head to look at Wang Tiezhu in a daze, with the sound of rubbing broken glass in his throat, and said one word: "Eat."
"eat?"
Wang Tiezhu was stunned, and instinctively looked at the steaming stove.
After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and took two white flour steamed buns.
This is what he just steamed with noodles in the morning. It is delicious and freshly baked, and he just ate it.
Qin He finally moved when he saw the steamed bun.
Grab the steamed buns and eat them, gobble them up.
Two steamed buns, three bites.
Seeing this, Wang Tiezhu simply hugged the remaining steamed buns together with the steamer.
Qin He continued to gobble up the whole basket of steamed buns, and then looked up at Wang Tiezhu without saying a word.
But two words were clearly written on his face: not enough.
Wang Tiezhu looked at this posture, there were no ten cages and eight cages, and he was afraid that he would not be able to satisfy him.
Qin He knows how much he can eat when he is hungry.
One cow is not too much!
Maybe it was because of his hunger. Back then, when Wang Tiezhu broke his carapace and floated in the barrel, he was even more hungry than this.
Then don't say it out loud, your brain is starting to lose its function.
Without further ado, Wang Tiezhu hurried out, pushed on a cart and went to the pier.
I bought out a steamed bun shop in one go, and brought back a cart full of white noodle steamed buns.
Continue to move inside, Qin He continues to eat.
Half an hour later, a cart full of white flour steamed buns was gone.
Qin He still didn't speak, but "hungry" finally stopped writing on his face.
After sitting there for a while, he stood up and looked out the window.
Look fixedly, not moving at all.
After a while, he stared at the cremator in the room again.
After watching the crematorium, I went out again, and went all the way south along the pier to a cemetery.
Good guy, Wang Tiezhu didn't even know there was such a place.
In the warm spring, flowers bloom all over the mountains and plains, and a row of tombs are neatly arranged, with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
Qin He stood still in front of the grave in a daze, and returned home after a long time.
He fell asleep and slept until the corpse sent by the official messenger at night.
The entire process of burning the corpse was completed by Wang Tiezhu under the dumbfounded gaze of Qin He. Nanming Lihuo and Abyssal Fire didn't exist, just an ordinary fire igniter.
A total of three hours were burned.
Wang Tiezhu couldn't take it anymore.
It is certain and certain that something is wrong with Qin He, and most likely he lost his soul! !
It makes it feel like the sky is falling.
In the past, Qin He was in charge of everything, and he, Wang Tiezhu, was the assistant of burning corpses.
Now Qin He has a problem, making him feel flustered and doesn't know what to do.
In terms of strength, he has it, and in terms of IQ, he also has it, but he just doesn't have a backbone.
Moreover, he knew Qin He's strength best, and it was unimaginable for him to lose his soul to this extent.
After thinking about it, he found Xu Changshou.
In terms of relationship, Xu Changshou is the person Qin He respects and trusts the most.
When Xu Changshou heard that Qin He had lost his soul, his face turned pale in shock. After some inspection, his face turned ugly, and he said, "No, he really lost his soul. His eyes are dull and his face is black. He is acting completely on instinct now." .”
"Uncle Xu, save my master." Wang Tiezhu almost begged.
"Don't worry, I will take care of this matter to the end."
Xu Changshou said, and then said: "I know a blind fortune teller at the entrance of the alley in Changling Lane. He can cure hysteria and summon souls. Let him try it first, and then talk about the symptoms."
"Okay, shall we go now?"
"It's not too late, let's go now." Xu Changshou nodded.
So the two hurriedly led Qin He out to the Changling Lane Hutong.