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

"Five black-haired zombies, don't stay overnight, and each will receive one ounce of silver at dawn."

The centurion in charge of the escort said something sternly, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers lifted the shrouds and used iron pitchforks to thrust the five corpses into the crematorium.

The corpses were all gray, with horrible black lines covering every visible part of the skin. At first glance, it looked like the corpses were cracked.

They were all tied up with iron chains as thick as thumbs, with corpse-suppressing talismans stuck on their limbs, heads, and foreheads, and glutinous rice stuffed in their mouths.

After lifting the corpse onto the furnace, the soldiers locked the iron chain to a thousand-pound stone half-buried in the ground under the crematorium.

The thousand-pound stone was tilted all over the place, and one of them had even completely detached from the soil. The lock was scarred, twisted, deformed, and cracked, which was a shocking sight.

Of the three cremators, two were young and one was middle-aged. The older middle-aged man swallowed hard and said, "Sir, there are two more bodies tonight. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

The centurion's face turned cold, and he waved his hand impatiently, saying, "Two more bodies means more silver. It used to be five cents, but today it's only one ounce. Don't waste your time. You can't leave the bodies overnight."

The three crematorium workers turned even paler. Although they were not experienced crematorium workers but "newcomers", they also understood that the more corpses there were, the heavier the evil energy would be and the greater the probability of corpse transformation.

Four days ago, they were forcibly conscripted to Linqing. After two days of simple training, they came to work in the crematorium. The first wave of corpses burned were actually those of the previous cremator here.

It was all horrific to watch, and the tragic scene still gives the three people nightmares.

They had no idea how long their predecessors had lasted here, because no one would tell them. At this moment, the Linqing crematorium had become a prison, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

Five cents of silver per day as "wages" is something any normal person would understand is money for one's life.

Every day is a testament to the passing of the dead.

If you can get through it, you will receive a sum of money that you can't spend at all.

They didn't make it, and soon new crematorium workers came to burn their bodies and take over their job.

It goes on and on, and no one knows when it will end.

The presence of five bodies on stage indicates two things.

1. The corpse chaos in Linqing City is becoming more and more serious.

Second, tonight might very well be the last night for the three of them.

"Boom~"

The big iron door of the crematorium was closed.

Unlike the crematorium in Kyoto, the crematorium in Linqing was a large public room where cremators worked together to cremate corpses.

"Uncle, what should we do?" a young man asked tremblingly.

The three men were uncle and nephew. They were forced to work as laborers on their way to escape. Later, they met a strange alchemist. The alchemist pointed his finger and the three men were captured and taken to Linqing City, where they became cremators without knowing what was going on.

Today is the third day that the three of them have become cremators.

The middle-aged cremator was also at a loss, and could only force himself to say, "Don't be afraid, you two are full of vigor and vitality, you can suppress it."

After a pause, he continued, "Let's hurry up today and work harder to cremate the body as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble later."

When the two young men heard this, they finally found a little bit of support.

So I started to get busy.

The bodies were incomplete, all of them had been mauled to death.

Conventional corpse cleaning is certainly quite troublesome, but in this case, it doesn't matter whether the body is repaired or not.

Don't be afraid of the itch when you have too many lice, and don't worry about having too many debts.

Just brush on a layer of lime paste and call it a day.

Adding coal and oil, preparing to light the fire, the middle-aged man blew out the fire stick with a serious expression.

The subdued corpse will make a final desperate struggle before cremation, and its ferocity will be fully aroused.

More than half of the corpses will rise up at the moment of fire.

This is a gate of hell.

"Ho ho ho ho~~"

But at this moment, a corpse suddenly whistled and began to shake.

"Ah~"

"Second uncle!"

The two young men screamed in fear and instinctively hid behind the middle-aged cremator.

The middle-aged cremator was also shaking like a sieve, and the tinder dropped to the ground. The three of them stepped back.

Before the fire was even started, it turned into a zombie!

Bad luck!

"Wow~"

Soon the corpse stopped shaking and started to fully resurrect, the chains suddenly tightened and made a rustling sound.

A horrifying scene appeared. The corpse, which was originally just a gray and cracked body, quickly grew black hair, and its palms turned into sharp claws.

The most terrifying thing was the change in the head. The lower jaw made a "crackling" sound and grew rapidly, and a mouthful of black corpse teeth with interlaced fangs grew out. The face was cracked, and the teeth extended directly to the back of the ears.

It turned out to be a crack!

At the same time, the corpse's back quickly hunched, and many bone spurs grew, and its eyes were bloodshot.

This corpse is not a human corpse at all, it is clearly a human-shaped black-haired corpse monster!

"Quack quack..."

The corpse's mouth uttered not a roar, but a sound of bones clashing against each other, like a rattlesnake's tail. The corpse's qi, rising like a physical substance, instantly ignited the corpse-suppressing talisman, rapidly reducing it to ash, along with the glutinous rice at the mouth.

It pulled the chains frantically, causing them to clang and spark.

The terrifying power was frightening. The locks connected to the heavy stone stretched and deformed under the horrified gaze of the cremator.

"Oh!"

One of the iron chains could not hold on and broke first.

The black-haired monster sat up instantly, and the "cackle" sound became more rapid.

"Boom! Boom!"

Then two more iron chains broke.

"Help~"

“Help!~!”

The three of them could no longer hold back and completely collapsed.

He sat down on the ground, pissed and drenched, and crawled to the iron gate, beating it frantically for help.

Outside the iron gate, the centurion on duty had a gloomy expression on his face. He turned around and hurriedly said to his men, "Quickly go and invite the Master of Yuanqing Monastery."

"Yes!"

A horseman responded and rode away.

"Ah~~!"

Just as the horsemen left, a scream was heard from the crematorium.

"Crack squeak~"

That was the sound of the black-haired monster gnawing on the corpse.

There were also the ghostly howls of the other two crematorium workers.

The centurion remained unmoved, as if he had not heard anything at all.

This is the fate of the cremator.

There are tens of millions of corpses in the world. It is impossible to transport all of them thousands of miles to the crematorium or even Kyoto for further processing. No dynasty can afford such expenses.

The purpose of a cremator's existence is to burn corpses while risking his life to identify which corpses need further processing.

For now, the black-haired corpse monster will become less ferocious after devouring the flesh and blood of the cremator.

Once the Master of Yuanqing Temple arrives, we will have a better chance of suppressing the corpse.

As for the cremator inside.

The thing that is least lacking in troubled times is people; the thing that is least valuable is human life.

There is no need to wait overnight, the new cremator can start work immediately.