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

The two burned bodies both died in a fight.

The refugees were killed by the officers and soldiers, and the soldiers died from being hit on the head by the refugees.

However, these soldiers were not regular troops, but temporary workers recruited by the East City Military Department. They were scoundrels from the capital named Ma Lai, and his real name was Liu Shuanzi.

Ma Lai is a young man who has not learned his lesson. He is a man of many talents, including cheating, drinking, gambling, and fighting.

He gambled away all his family fortune, which angered his parents to death. He now relies on his uncle for support.

But these days, the landlords didn't have any surplus food, and his uncle didn't live well either. It was okay once or twice, but he couldn't handle more than that.

Ma Lai then became more active in the streets, becoming a ruthless and brave street thug.

Some time ago, the East City Military Affairs Division recruited temporary workers, so he took a group of men with him. He didn't ask for wages, but just wanted to have enough food to eat.

Whose food?

Of course it was for the refugees. The government had stripped them of their wealth at every level, and the porridge that was cooked in the refugee camp had to be eaten by the soldiers first. After they were full, water was added to the porridge and given to the refugees.

How can we avoid riots? There is no way to survive.

This leper did nothing in the refugee camp. He would go up to any refugee woman who was a little bit pretty and cause trouble. From time to time, he would also rob and traffic people.

He is very good at doing all kinds of unethical and shady things to make money.

This time, God took him away. When the refugees rioted, Ma Lai reacted quickly and could have run away, but he unfortunately sprained his ankle.

When the stick hit him, his brain flew out.

In one word: deserved.

The two corpses gave two rewards, one was the Night Hide spell, and the other was the Street Fighting spell.

Night Invisibility: When you hide under the cover of darkness, you will become invisible like a ghost.

Street Fighting: When you are in a melee, you will be like a king.

The rewards are very good, especially the night invisibility skill, which is a must-have skill for doing bad things at night. Night invisibility is as useful as it can be.

Street fighting skills are also good. Although Qin He already has internal strength and flying needle skills, his combat effectiveness has greatly increased, but that move will definitely take someone's life, and the murderous aura is a bit heavy. This street fighting skill is most suitable when it does not take anyone's life.

I stopped the furnace and put out the fire, then tried out the two latest skills I acquired.

"what!!"

At this moment, a scream suddenly rang out.

Qin He hurriedly looked in the direction where the scream came from.

Dead people.

I don't know which room it is.

Soon, the sound of fighting could be heard from that direction, and a moment later, the result was announced: "Room 5 is vacant, please fill in as soon as possible!"

Qin He gathered his impression of Room 5. It seemed that the man was a very young man and had only been in the crematorium for a short time.

"what!!"

The chaos here had just subsided when another scream was heard.

Another one dies.

This time it's room sixteen.

There was another round of fighting. After all, Feiyuwei were factory guards and the elite troops under the command of King Wei Jiuqiansui. They were much faster in dealing with the zombies than the officials like Xu Changshou.

After that, there was a period of calm. Not long after, there was a sound of the iron lock opening outside Qin He's door.

The door opened, and a factory officer and Xu Changshou walked in, dragging a corpse behind them.

The factory officer said in a businesslike manner, "Two crematorium workers have died. The remaining bodies need to be divided. The crematorium cannot keep a single body overnight."

After saying this, he left, leaving Xu Changshou behind.

Xu Changshou looked at Qin He's crematorium and saw that it had been turned off. He said to Qin He, "Start the crematorium again. The Feiyu Guards have gone crazy."

After saying that, he left while cursing softly.

Qin He looked at the corpse on the ground and his mouth gradually opened.

It’s great to have it back.

Qin He was full of energy and ran over to take a look. Oh my god, it was the vicious corpse that had just attacked someone.

There was a golden seal on the forehead left by the corpse-suppressing talisman, and the corpse's claws were covered in blood.

It seems that Feiyuwei is really busy. In the past, this kind of evil corpse must have been transported back to Feiyuwei's crematorium for disposal. Now, it has been suppressed and is being disposed of on the spot without being kept overnight.

Qin He was naturally happy because he recently discovered that the more ferocious the corpse, the better the reward.

The body was carried to the stove and the fire was relit.

After being suppressed by the Feiyu Guards, the corpse had basically become obedient, and its desperate struggle was rendered in vain by Qin He's ten corpse-suppressing nails.

The corpse is more resistant to burning, and will only be burned when the stored coal is almost burned out.

According to the shadow play, this guy is actually a battalion commander.

The captain is an officer of medium rank in the barracks, and is in charge of more than 200 people.

Equivalent to the level of a company in later generations.

No wonder it's so fierce. Fortunately, the Feiyu Guards are in charge, otherwise who knows what will happen in the crematorium tonight.

The judgment was weighed, and the man in black robes opened his golden mouth: When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you.

Reward: Disguise.

Disguise: Your face can change into anyone you want.

This skill couldn't be more practical, and it was obtained by burning the corpse of a mutant leader.

Qin He immediately walked to the bucket, imagining what Xu Changshou looked like, and then the muscles and bones on his face squirmed with a crackling sound. When he stopped again, his face was exactly the same as Xu Changshou's, which was truly magical.

With this skill, if I meet the emperor one day, wouldn’t I be able to share the three thousand beauties in the harem?

Just thinking about it makes me excited.

After playing for a long time, Qin He gradually calmed down.

The captain's body had turned to ashes. From the captain's shadow play, Qin He saw more of the truth about the refugee camp.

The development of the refugee camp into a refugee concentration camp was a conspiracy that was neither shady nor open.

This matter initially developed from the emperor's decree to provide relief to refugees.

Relief requires the allocation of money and grain, so the bureaucrats are naturally delighted. As long as the money and grain leave the national treasury, they have the ability to embezzle the money and divide the spoils among themselves.

There was nothing wrong with the emperor's decree, but it led to an unexpected outcome. The news of the establishment of the refugee camp quickly spread along the "highway" of the Grand Canal, and refugees gathered in increasing numbers.

Not to mention the corruption of officials, even if they were not corrupt, the money and grain would not be enough to support the ever-expanding and long-term consumption.

The crumbling Dali Dynasty had already been stretched to the limit, and the emperor's decree was actually more of a statement than substance.

So logically speaking, the refugee camp for refugees is essentially a fantasy.

As the number of refugees increases, how to deal with them becomes a thorny issue.

In other words, how to "reduce" the number of refugees has become a thorny issue.

The entire capital, both inside and outside, was discriminating against the refugees.

The refugees were penniless and most of them were emaciated and sick. They had no purchasing power and could not sell their labor. Apart from bringing plagues and various public security problems, they were almost useless.

The people of the capital were boiling with resentment, the officials were extremely greedy, and the central government was powerless.

Thus, the fate of the refugee camp was doomed.

The government had long foreseen that unrest was about to break out in the refugee camp, and had dispatched troops to surround it, hoping to wait for the riots to subdue them and thus completely "solve" the refugee problem in one fell swoop.

But they miscalculated the combat effectiveness of the Beijing camp.

……

A night passed, the roosters crowed at dawn, and the sky turned pale.

The gong sounded and the doors of the crematorium opened one after another.

"Room 18 is vacant, fill it in as soon as possible!"

"Room 4 is vacant, fill it in as soon as possible!"

"Room three is vacant, fill it in as soon as possible!"

Three announcements were made in succession, announcing that three more crematorium workers had died, and also announcing that three more corpses had escaped.

We only discovered this in the morning, which means that the cremator didn't have time to scream when the zombies attacked, and the zombies most likely escaped.

Feiyuwei's promise of not leaving a single body overnight was ultimately not fulfilled.

They still dragged a few unburned bodies away from the crematorium.

The thirteen crematorium workers who survived the disaster looked at each other, their faces showing numbness, but there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

Nearly one-third of the population died in one night, an unprecedented tragedy.