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

Late at night, a corpse was burning quietly in front of Qin He, occasionally making one or two popping sounds.

After a moment of daze, messy memories came flooding back like a flood, and Qin He's heart was suddenly filled with ten thousand alpacas.

I actually...traveled through time.

This is the crematorium of the Dongcheng Bingmasi in the capital of the Dali Dynasty, and I am a cremator.

At that time, the court was corrupt and plague was rampant. In the south, refugees rebelled and the land was barren. In the north, the Di people invaded and massacred cities and looted land. The Dali Dynasty was in turmoil.

Unlike the time and space he once lived in, the chaos and turmoil here were ten times greater. Warriors and strange people broke the law with their weapons, and there were also unspeakable demons and monsters that devoured human bones.

The righteous path has no light, and people are like grass.

If the time and space in the previous life was the human world, then this place is hell.

The crematorium was a special place used by the Dali Dynasty to dispose of corpses that had undergone abnormal changes. People throughout history have always valued burying a corpse intact, and cremating a corpse was considered disrespectful to the deceased. This extreme method was only used to dispose of corpses that had undergone abnormal changes.

"what!"

Suddenly a scream was heard from not far away.

Qin He's heart trembled. Another person died.

The subsequent crunching sound made his scalp tingle.

The transformation of the zombies is very unusual. If you are not careful, they will rise up and attack people, which is very dangerous.

This is the third one this month.

Even so, the cremators are all people with strong destiny and strong horoscopes, selected from thousands of people. If they were ordinary people, they would probably not be able to survive a day.

The crematorium was backed by the capital and faced the Grand Canal. Merchants and pedestrians came and went from the south and the north, making it a gathering place for all kinds of people.

There are countless people who died by drowning, unjust death, starvation, and beating. If the dead body is filled with resentment, it is possible that it will turn into a zombie.

Qin He naturally couldn't burn such a large number of corpses by himself. There were a total of eighteen crematorium workers in the crematorium in the east of the city.

The crematoriums were arranged in a row, with one craftsman in each room. The doors would be closed and locked before cremation. If the corpse turned into a corpse, the craftsman would surely die.

Unlucky and dangerous are the portrayal of the cremator's situation.

But despite all the bad things about this job, there is one thing: it provides a place to live and food to eat.

Qin He was originally a refugee from western Shanxi. After escaping death, he ended up in the capital. He was picked by the officials of the crematorium by touching his bones. When he came to the crematorium, many refugees envied him.

If you don't do it, you will be thrown back into the refugee group tomorrow and starve to death.

The corpse in front of him had been burned to a human form, so it was impossible to pounce on him.

In this chaotic world, I have lived one more day.

"Evil creature, why don't you surrender to the law immediately!"

A shout of command was heard, and the officers on duty rushed over and were dealing with the corpse.

There was a lot of ping-pong noise before things calmed down.

Soon a voice called out, "The position of Cremator Number Nine is vacant. Fill it as soon as possible!"

Number nine.

The person next door to the next door, I am number seven.

Qin He recognized Number Nine, a man in his thirties who had arrived a few days earlier than him. He didn't expect that he would lose his life so soon.

Qin He had inquired and found out that the most senior cremator had only been here for half a year.

In other words, in about half a year, almost everyone here will die and then be replaced by a new cremator, over and over again, and it seems that there will never be an end.

Qin He didn't know how long he could live, so he could only pray that his luck would be good enough every day.

The bellows were pulled, and the coal furnace for cremating the corpse burned red. The charred corpse was soon burned into pieces. When the fire came into contact with fresh "fuel", the flames turned green.

At this time, Qin He's eyes gradually became blurred. A huge gray-white curtain slowly fell down. The sound of wooden clappers knocking pierced through the dim light, swaying gracefully.

The shadow puppet performance seems both real and unreal, it represents the life of the deceased.

The deceased was a scholar. His father was the magistrate of Longchuan County. His family was relatively well-off. He was extremely intelligent since childhood and became an accomplished writer after ten years of hard study.

On the day he went to Beijing to take the imperial examination, the elders of his hometown saw him off for ten miles. The deceased was also full of high spirits, waiting to return home in glory and bring honor to his family.

However, fate did not favor him. He failed the first time he took the imperial examination and returned home dejectedly. His father was also implicated in a joint case and was dismissed from office. He died of depression soon after.

The "elders" who had originally seen them off for ten miles suddenly changed their expressions, mocking, ridiculing and mocking them. They were as venomous as they were at first.

The scholar suffered a great blow and lost his spirit. He could no longer write an article as he had done with divine power.

Fortunately, a childhood sweetheart often comforted him and helped him regain his fighting spirit.

Three years later, the scholar spent all his family wealth to go to Beijing again to take the exam.

The childhood sweethearts said goodbye to each other in tears, saying that they had persuaded their parents that no matter what the result of the exam was, the day they returned home would be the day for their wedding night.

The two were in love and reluctant to leave, returning every ten steps.

Unfortunately, having a wedding night is one blessing, and getting a name on the list of successful candidates is another blessing. Blessings cannot come in pairs, and the scholar cannot afford them.

He died before reaching the capital.

The scholar first took a carriage to the canal, and then took a boat to Beijing. When the boat reached Tonghui, it was suddenly hit by a strong wind that blew up a water dragon, causing the boat to sink. The scholar could not swim and drowned.

The wooden pole is moved, and the shadow play depicts the scholar's struggle and unwillingness when drowning, and there seem to be monsters roaming around the sunken ship.

The body was not retrieved until three days later by river patrolmen. Since no identification was found, it was dragged to a mass grave and hastily buried.

But the scholar was obsessed with his unmarried wife and refused to be buried. That night, she crawled out of the ground and turned into a zombie.

After many twists and turns, he was finally sent to Qin He. Even though he was unwilling, he could only turn into ashes.

The curtain rose, and the scholar's shadow puppet transformed into a phantom, disappearing into the shadow puppet lantern. The lantern slowly rose, illuminating a massive bronze scale. Atop the scale stood a figure in a black robe, looking down like a god.

The shadow puppet fell onto the scale pan, and the man in black robe lifted it up slightly.

"When the soul is judged, I will weigh it on the scales of judgment." The black-robed man opened his golden mouth, and the scene in front of him slowly dissipated like ripples on water.

Qin He raised his hand and saw a red fruit in his hand.

The information about this fruit appears in my mind: This is a fruit from the abyss, it will fill you with power.

Qin He grinned, a surge of excitement flowing through his body.

Burning corpses, weighing souls, rewards... Isn't this the legendary standard for time travel - plug-ins?

I just don’t know whether it is a system or a miracle.

The man in black robe looked like the legendary god of death, his whole body curled up in the black robe, and his face was also pitch black.

Qin He smelled the red fruit, and a rich fruity aroma rushed into his lungs, making his mouth water.

Without hesitation, he swallowed it in one bite.

The fruit turned sweet in the mouth, went straight through the throat and into the limbs and bones, and the muscles all over the body suddenly crackled and swelled.

In just a few breaths, Qin He's originally thin body grew a circle bigger, and even his face became more three-dimensional.

"Cool!"

Qin He couldn't help but scream.

After swinging his fists a few times, his strength more than doubled, and he couldn't wait to burn another one.

This reward is so exciting. If it is achieved through exercise, it would be impossible without several months of effort, and it must be achieved while eating and drinking enough.

Unfortunately, it is impossible for the time being. We have to burn as many bodies as possible before the crematorium closes, and we will have to wait until tomorrow to get more bodies after they are all burned.

The night watchman's drum sounded in the distance, it was the fifth watch.

The government arranged for the cremation of the corpse at night, saying that it was at the middle of the night that the soul of the deceased could walk to the underworld after leaving the corpse. Otherwise, if the soul stayed, more terrifying supernatural events would occur than if the corpse was burned.

Qin He didn't understand much about this, but that was what the government said, and the bodies were always delivered at night, never during the day.

By the time the fire was extinguished and the ashes were shoveled into the iron bucket, it was already dawn.

"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

With the sound of a gong, the large iron doors of the crematoriums opened one after another.

Qin He picked up the urn and was about to step out of the room.

"Crematorium No. 6 is vacant!"

The voice of the officer on duty sounded again.