This god is really evil

Chapter 5 Who is involved?

The moment he saw this entry, Li Yan's eyes lit up.

Repair the statue?

Thinking that his so-called "divine body" in the underworld had already been torn to pieces and couldn't even walk, he couldn't help but feel happy.

What a good thing!

It's just that the adjectives used in this entry seem a bit confusing.

At this time, he had gradually figured out that this term should be considered some kind of "divine power", but it was expressed in a form that he could better adapt to.

He didn't feel dirty or tired at the moment, he just picked up the big shovel and started shoveling.

The outer layer of human fat and oil on the inner wall of the crematorium was scraped off layer by layer, gradually revealing the aged human fat inside.

Looking at the black, shiny, semi-crystalline human cream, Li Yan couldn't help but reveal the joy of a good harvest.

Yizhuang is a good place!

With motivation, we move much faster.

After working for a whole morning and being sweaty, I finally cleaned up the layers of human fat on the inner wall of the crematorium. At the same time, I also collected a small bucket of almost five pounds of aged human fat.

Li Yan came out of the crematorium carrying a wooden barrel filled with human fat, his body already covered in dirt.

Outside the crematorium, Zhao Qingshan, who was sent to help, was loading the dirt cleaned up by Li Yan onto a cart and preparing to take it to landfill. When he saw Li Yan carrying a bucket of human paste, he couldn't help but ask curiously:

"What do you want this for?"

Li Yan grinned and said:

"Go home and cook."

Zhao Qingshan couldn't help but shudder, his face turned pale instantly, and he quickly pushed the cart and left.

This Li Yan seems to be a little mentally abnormal, fortunately I haven't provoked him before.

After Zhao Qingshan walked away, Li Yan stretched and found Wang Liang resting in the side room.

"Master Wang, the crematorium has been cleaned. Please check it." Li Yan said to Wang Liang while standing outside the door.

After the experience of opening the statue of Xuantian Fuzun last night, Li Yan's senses have become much sharper than before.

He could feel that even in the daytime, there was a chilly atmosphere in the entire charity cemetery, as if it were an ice cellar, and the Wang Liang in front of him was like a stove, with the burning heat of qi and blood, suppressing part of the coldness of the charity cemetery.

At least this room is enough.

This is the strength of a warrior in the Qi and Blood Realm.

It is said that Wang Liang started as an apprentice in Yi Zhuang and worked his way up step by step. The martial arts he practiced was the Calming Mind Kung Fu, and he also learned a wild style of boxing, the White Tiger Fist.

Wang Liang has mastered the Calming Heart Technique and the White Tiger Fist from the entry level, to minor success, to mastery, to major success, to great perfection. So even though they are both ordinary techniques, they have allowed him to reach the second level of Qi and Blood at the age of forty or fifty.

There were four side dishes on the eight-immortals table, including braised beef, fried crucian carp, salted duck eggs, peanuts, and a bottle of lotus white wine. Wang Liang was humming a little tune and drinking by himself.

Seeing Li Yan coming, he raised his eyelids and said lightly:

"understood."

The fire on the firewood was burning brightly, so having him clean the crematorium was also part of the ceremony.

Who would have thought that he, Wang Liang, could also be involved in such a big event?

However, this ceremony has been prepared for several months and there can be no mistakes. Before that, we have to secure the firewood.

He immediately changed his expression and said amiably:
"You've worked hard, go and have a rest."

Li Yan smiled and said:

"Master Wang, I would like to take half a day off today to go home and visit my brother and sister-in-law. I would also like to withdraw the money I have saved in the charity account."

Asking for leave or receiving money?

Wang Liang frowned and looked at Li Yan.

What do you want the silver for this firewood?
However, thinking about the upcoming event, he couldn't let the firewood go wrong, so he nodded patiently:
"Okay, but not all the money in the account belongs to you. You still have to pay your share during the New Year holidays. Don't forget."

It doesn't matter if he can't pay it. Master Wang is about to become an immortal, why would he care about this little money? Besides, he still has his brother who pays for the firewood.

"Thank you, Master Wang."

Li Yan turned around and went to the accounting office and explained his purpose to Master Zhou, who was in charge of accounting.

There are only fifty or sixty people in the entire charity cemetery, including four master chefs, namely, the corpse-suppressing master Zhan Yupeng, the corpse-dissecting master Wang Liang, the corpse-collecting master Guo Jun, and the accounting master Zhou Yun.

After all, it is the charity cemetery in the town. To have this scale is considered to be small but complete.

The corpse collector Guo Jun had been wandering around for a long time, but Zhou Yun, the accountant, often saw him. After listening to Li Yan's explanation of his purpose, Zhou Yun nodded slightly, adjusted his abacus, and handed over two taels and seven cents of silver to Li Yan.

Li Yan smiled and said:

"Thank you, Master Zhou."

As he said this, he handed over a penny of silver as a thank you gift.

Seeing Li Yan being so obedient, Zhou Yun took the silver, sighed, and said hesitantly:
"Xiao Li, you are very good... You should spend the money. There is always a lot of good food and drink in town, so you should enjoy it."

Li Yan was awed in his heart, but he still smiled and said:

"Thank you Master Zhou for your advice. I'm going to take half a day off and enjoy myself."

Zhou Yun said quickly:

"Hey, eating and drinking is fine, but you absolutely cannot go to those brothels. You are still young, so you can't lose your essence... it will hurt your vitality."

Li Yan smiled and said:
"know."

At the same time, I unconsciously lifted my anus.

Why does Zhou Yun care so much about his Yuan Yang?
He walked out of the charity cemetery with a smile on his face and headed towards the town.

By the time they arrived in town, Li Yan's expression had become indifferent.

He had interrogated many prisoners in his previous life and had studied people's micro-expressions. He was now 100% certain that Wang Liang had other intentions towards him.

And Zhou Yun also knew about this.

Having been in this world for more than three months, he naturally understood that being targeted by these master chefs in the charity cemetery would definitely be very dangerous!
We must improve our strength as soon as possible!
After taking two more steps forward, he arrived at the main street of Weizi Town.

As the largest town under the jurisdiction of Qinghe County, two rivers run through the town. There are many vendors traveling back and forth in Weizi Town. There are all kinds of shops and stalls along the main street, mixed with hawking sounds and the smell of fireworks:
"Hot meat buns! Liu's buns, thin skin and big fillings, come and try them!"

"The finest tobacco, from Southern Province, with gold and silver paper!"

"Tanghulu! Sour and sweet!"

"How much do you want for this cloth? Give me a discount, or I can go home and spin it myself."

"Mom, I want to eat fried cakes! I want to eat fried cakes! No, no, fried cakes are better than pot cakes."

"Cut a piece of meat for our parents to eat. I want this piece of pork belly. It's fat and can be used to make oil when we go back."

"..."

Walking on the street, the smell of fireworks hit Li Yan's face, and his heart became cheerful. He stayed in the charity cemetery all day, and was immersed in the gloomy atmosphere of the corpses. Now was a rare time for him to get some fresh air.

Li Yan looked all the way and was delighted by the dazzling array of goods.

A shrill gong sounded, and a group of people were seen gathered on the large stone bridge where Qinghe River and Weihe River meet. Li Yan walked over quickly and immediately saw several soldiers guarding a wooden sign inserted on the bridge. On the sign were two wanted warrants.

"Wanted! The evil cult Yuhua Society! The demon Taoist Yu Zhenzi!"

According to the wanted poster, the Yuhua Society is a cult that recently spread from the neighboring Gu County. It is extremely cruel and evil. Some time ago, more than a dozen members of Mr. Luo's family in Luozhuang were killed by the Yuhua Society, and Mr. Luo's daughter Luo Dieyi also disappeared.

Now the government office and the Imperial Observatory are strictly investigating the Yuhua Society. Anyone who reports relevant clues to the authorities will be rewarded with 20 taels of silver.

As for the evil Taoist Yu Zhenzi, he originally belonged to the Taoist sect, but he worshipped evil spirits, practiced evil skills, and killed the county magistrate of Lin County for cultivation. It is said that he has fled to the territory of Qinghe County. If he can be caught, there will be a reward of 100 taels of silver, and five taels for anyone who provides clues.

Li Yan nodded, this is a good way to make money.

It's just that this Yuhua Society and Yu Zhenzi sound extremely cruel, and they are all practitioners of magic, so it's easy for them to lose their lives without making any money.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of suona and crying. A group of people in mourning, with drummers in front, carried more than a dozen coffins across the bridge.

Passersby were whispering, saying that this was the family of Mr. Luo who was killed by the Yuhua Society. The whole family was wiped out, but fortunately there were still a few relatives in the town who were helping with the funeral.

Li Yan stood on the side of the road and looked at it, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

These mourners did not seem to be truly sad, and some of them even had joy in their eyes.

Looking at their expressions, it seemed that it was not a relative who had died, but rather something that made them proud.

Even if all of Mr. Luo's family members died out, these relatives could still get some of the property. This was too outrageous.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the middle-aged man in the lead looking at him, and he actually smiled and nodded at him, and bowed quietly, as if he had something to ask of him.

Then a gust of wind blew and blew the paper money scattered in the air in front of Li Yan.

Li Yan couldn't help but look serious.

These white paper money are not shaped like ordinary square-hole paper money, but are made into the shape of feathers.

It was exactly the same tattoo he had seen on those corpses before!
(End of this chapter)