After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 302

"Huh?" Qin He was stunned.

Before he could react, he saw a red light shooting out from Miao Qianhe's crown, circling three times ten feet away from Qin He, and then quickly moving away and disappearing into the horizon.

Looking at the direction, it is exactly where Jinan City is.

Qin He was shocked. What a guy.

This seems like a spell.

Miao Qianhe not only knows how to use poison and witchcraft, but also knows how to cast spells?

He's quite powerful, no wonder no one dares to mess with him.

This is so fucking insidious.

Qin He had previously rewarded a cursed doll, which tricked Brother Aqi for seven days and seven nights. It was a bit similar, but the difference was quite big.

Just when Qin He was stunned, Miao Qianhe's four men saw that Miao Qianhe was dead, and they rushed to Miao Qianhe, rummaging through his pockets, and finally found a porcelain bottle, poured out a few pills, and happily grabbed one and swallowed it each.

That is the antidote to the poison they have been poisoned with.

Seeing this, Qin He shook his head, waved his hand, and wrapped Miao Qianhe's body in a yellow cloth bag, and it disappeared into a shadow.

When the four of them saw Qin He disappear, they looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if they had survived a disaster.

Miao Qianhe died, the poison was cured, and they were free again.

All this happened too suddenly, too unexpectedly, and too unexpectedly.

You should know that Miao Qianhe brought nearly twenty people with him on this trip to Jinan, and all of their horses were of top quality.

Among these twenty people, they had the least experience and the lowest status, so they were left at the dock to guard the ship.

The others went ashore to cause trouble.

Once Miao Qianhe dies, they will not be able to get relief medicine, and they will all die of intestinal rupture and wailing in three days.

……

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

"..."

In the separate crematorium in Jinan City, Qin He dropped six bodies one by one.

"Master, we have a good harvest tonight~" The big turtle, who had been ready to wait for Qin He to come back, looked at him with shining eyes. It was obvious that these people were not simple.

Even if he is dead, his aura is still strong.

There were actually two armored corpses among them, one with gold armor and the other with bronze armor.

When you poke it with tongs, the skin is soft. When you take a closer look, you can hear the sound of metal clashing, which is quite magical.

"This is the atmosphere of a big city." Qin He was also very satisfied.

The Iron Demon Master who went to the toilet, Miao Qianhe, Jinwuhao and his two armored corpses, and the Hundred Ghosts Venerable.

A group of masters, all in good order.

After a simple cleansing of the body, coal was lit to start the cremation.

Qin He lay down on the bed and suddenly remembered the red light. He asked the big turtle, "Do you know any spells?"

Although the big turtle doesn't have much experience, its two fathers are both old monsters.

"Spell?" The big turtle turned his head.

So Qin He recounted the story of the red light that appeared after Miao Qianhe's death.

The big bastard gasped and said, "Master, spells are a branch of ancient witchcraft. Casting them requires the caster to pay a heavy price. They have already declined. Only a few remnants remain in southern Xinjiang, mostly in the form of secret techniques."

"Its effect is often related to the price paid by the caster. If the caster sacrifices his own life, it will be very difficult to deal with."

"How difficult can it be?" Qin He asked.

"It's hard to say. It depends on the skill of the caster. A high skill level might kill 800 enemies but lose 1,000 of their own. A low skill level would have no limit. They might lose half their life while the other party only gets a few scratches."

"Wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

"It's precisely because of this problem that spells have declined. In ancient mythological times, it was said that there were methods that allowed spellcasters to cast spells at a very low cost, but that is now a legend. Nowadays, spells are generally only used when evil demons strike back at the moment of their death."

"Why do you ask this suddenly? Are you under a curse?" the big turtle asked curiously.

"That's not the case. Someone I know was under a spell."

"What curse?"

"The rotten ass curse."

"That shouldn't be a big problem. If that doesn't work, just cut off your butt."

"Cut the butt?" Qin He imagined the scene and nodded. Then he felt relieved and lay down comfortably on the bedding.

Just then, a small cloth bag on his waist shook, so he picked up the bag and poured out a furry little thing from it.

It was Miao Qianhe's mink Gu.

It was about a foot long, with gray and white fur, small ears and eyes, and looked very cute, but it was already dying, and even its fur had lost its oiliness and become dry.

If the person who raises the Gu dies, the Gu will also be seriously injured. In the mildest case, its blood and qi will dry up, and in the worst case, it will die on the spot. Even if it survives, it is often temporary and difficult to last.

"You are so lucky to have met me." Qin He touched its round little head, took out a spirit pill from his armpit, crushed it, and put it to its mouth.

The little mink twitched its nose when it smelled the medicine, opened its droopy eyes, opened its little mouth and swallowed the crushed pills.

Almost in an instant, the little thing's eyes brightened up.

At this moment, the big turtle saw the little mink, was stunned for a moment, then immediately came over and asked, "Master, what is this?"

"Mink." Qin He didn't even raise his head.

The giant turtle's face twitched, and he scratched his head and said, "Master, it has internal injuries, it seems to be dying."

"Yes, I was injured." Qin He nodded.

"How about... bury it?" suggested the big turtle.

Qin He raised his head and rolled his eyes at him. "What are you talking about? God is merciful to all living things. What do you mean by 'no way out'? Nothing is impossible for me. As long as I'm still breathing, I can't die."

"Uh... yes, yes." The big turtle's face froze and he retreated angrily. When he passed by the lying little yellow cow, he kicked it.