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

When everyone saw it, their scalps went numb.

So many footprints and claw marks mean that a zombie army attacked here.

There had been rumors before that the corpse chaos in Lu was caused by a corpse army, but it was just a rumor and no one knew whether it was true or not.

Now it seems that the rumors are very likely to be true.

"Oh my! It's dangerous." Liu Sanjin was so scared that his hands were shaking.

"God bless us, God bless us~ Please don't encounter the zombie army~" Li Quezi prayed everywhere.

Old Liang took a sip of the wine in his gourd and said, "If you meet him, it's fate. If you don't, it's luck. In troubled times, everything is deadly. The more you fear, the more trouble you'll suffer."

"Brother Xu, this is a bit of a big deal. I'm afraid the number of people we have is not enough to fill the teeth of the corpse army." Li Tie's face turned pale. Even the cremator was reluctant to die, so he, the officer on duty, was even more reluctant.

Now all the major crematoriums have begun to dump coal openly, and the monthly profit is several times the monthly salary, so life is much more comfortable than before.

The situation is tight at the front and at the back, but as long as we have supplies, we will never starve and have to eat government rations.

Of course, this is not the key point.

The key point is that before leaving, Ling Zhonghai's unrighteous elder brother said that he would help him take care of his wife and daughter.

We can't let him succeed!

"Stop talking about this. It's getting more and more sinister."

Xu Changshou's face also looked unhappy. He had rescued Yang Qiaoer last time and had finally shown some signs of success, but he was sent to this damn place again.

"Qin He, what do you say?"

Li Tie looked at Qin He, who was riding on a cow and eating melon seeds leisurely. He had heard about Qin He along the way.

A blessed person with a blessed mouth.

Although he has a mental problem, he speaks better than anyone else.

"Don't worry, we can all go back safely." Qin He spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells and waved his hand.

If we were to say who is in the best mood here, it would definitely be Qin He.

Qian Wuliang’s information was true, there really was an army of corpses.

Then you must get rich.

With a sweep of the Qi-gazing technique, the corpse-like aura above the entire village condensed and did not dissipate.

A master of the corpse-control technique once stayed here.

I think it should be the Thousand Corpse Ghost Mother, Ruan Qianning.

When everyone heard this, their expressions relaxed a little.

After a while, Wei Wu summoned Chang Wen, Dou Laoliu and others to meet, and then gave the order to set up camp and clean up the corpses.

Dou Laoliu's soldiers were responsible for cleaning up the bodies, and Feiyuwei was responsible for patrolling and guarding.

The cremator and cremator were responsible for unloading various cremation tools and making preparations before cremation.

Hundreds of people were spread out, and there was order amidst the chaos.

Except for a small number of extremely ferocious mutant corpses, most of the corpses will fall into a deep sleep during the day, and the last bit of time before night falls must be seized.

It must be said that as Tu Baishou's apprentice, Wei Wu has quite good organizational skills.

When it was getting dark, the camp was ready with a bamboo pole standing tall.

A seven-pillar palace lantern was hung above, slowly rotating and emitting a dim light.

It's a soul-capturing lamp.

This is the confidence of the crematorium when they go out to cremate corpses. Within the range of the soul-capturing lamp, the corpses will be much more peaceful.

I don’t know how many soul-capturing lamps the Feiyu Guard has, but Wei Wu always carries one with him every time he goes out. He is quite generous.

Seeing this, Qin He moved his crematorium directly into a house that had not been burned and used it as a crematorium.

As long as the soul-capturing lamp cannot shine, it will not affect the reward.

This is actually worse than the horse bell. The horse bell relies on the sound of the bell to suppress corpses. The sound is crisp and penetrating. It is still useful when the door is closed, but the effect is not as good.

Soon, the first wave of corpses was put into the furnace.

Many of them have grown long black hair. They are the corpses killed by jumping zombies. They have been infected with corpse poison and will soon turn into black-haired corpse monsters.

Qin He ran over, picked out the one with the longest hair, and returned to the crematorium.

Everyone was already used to it. Those who were familiar with it shook their heads and went about their business. Those who were not familiar with it didn't even notice that there was anything wrong with Qin He.

Only Wei Wu's face twitched as he watched. He wanted to intervene, but he didn't have the energy, so he just let Qin He do it. Every time he intervened in Qin He's affairs, even if he was just watching a show, he would be in trouble.

After closing the door and casting a soundproofing spell, Qin He released the big turtle.

"My God, this corpse poison is too strong. It can resurrect a zombie in such a short time." The big turtle looked extremely surprised.

"It's not corpse poison." However, Qin He shook his head.

"Isn't it corpse poison?" The big turtle was puzzled.

"It's a corpse worm." Qin He's eyes flickered, and in an instant, he could see something wriggling within the black veins crawling across the corpse. It was so tiny that even with a magnifying glass, it might not be visible, but it couldn't escape Qin He's sight.

Corpse worms eat away at corpses, creating infectious corpses.

"So that's how it is." The big turtle suddenly understood.

Afterwards, Qin He checked and found that the body was still intact, so he lit the furnace.

As soon as the flames rose, the corpse sat up, opened its fangs with a "crackling" sound, and grabbed Qin He with its claws.

He gets up at the drop of a hat, and he's really ferocious.

The big turtle gasped in shock at what he saw. The corpse was so close to him that it could be said that he had been ambushed.

However, the corpse was facing Master Qin.

The most unreasonable pervert of all time.

Anyone who dares to raise a corpse in front of Qin He is like a lazy donkey asking for trouble - asking for a beating.

Qin He didn't dodge or evade. With a lightning-fast slap, he slapped the corpse hard onto the crematorium. Immediately, the corpse became as slow as if it were filled with cement, and its movements became very slow, like a sloth.

A closer look revealed that a corpse-suppressing nail was deeply inserted into the corpse's forehead.

"If you dare move, I'll nail it!"

Qin He ignored him and took out a dozen corpse-suppressing nails from his arms and handed them to the big turtle. After the big turtle took it, he turned around and walked out.

There are many corpses at night and many ghosts at midnight.

Tonight was destined to be a turbulent night. Just as the fire was lit, Qin He's sharp ears heard a rustling sound not far away.