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

Qin He was shocked by the sudden idea that came to his mind.

No!

If you continue like this, you will become a "terrorist".

"Hold on to your heart, hold on to your heart!"

Qin He quickly threw these evil thoughts out of his mind.

You can't get involved in a situation that you may not be able to handle. If someone loses their life, that would be crossing the bottom line.

On the road to pursuing power, it is very important to stick to the bottom line, otherwise one day, people will become monsters and demons.

After much thought, Qin He realized that he had only one way to go.

That is to burn the corpses of the evildoers as much as possible to make up for the decrease in rewards.

Especially those corpses in the center, even if they are suppressed, the rewards will surely not be bad.

Just as Qin He was racking his brains over how to burn these corpses without attracting attention, the one-eyed cremator's loud voice rang out: "Today's duty ends here. Everyone go back and rest. Come back at 5:00."

"Yes."

The crematorium officials responded one after another, then packed up their things and left.

Only three people were left to guard the unburned body.

Wei Wu came to Qin He and the others and said, "I'll take you to where you're staying. We'll work for one more day tomorrow, and then you should be able to go back."

After saying that, he led Qin He and the others out of the crematorium and pointed to a cell. "Someone will bring food here soon. After you eat, rest. No matter what you hear or see, ignore it and just sleep."

Several crematorium workers nodded quickly like chicks pecking at rice.

Wei Wu let everyone in, closed the door, locked it, and left.

Several cremators looked tired and leaned or lay down. They had been working for seven or eight hours straight, staying up late without eating or drinking, and were beginning to feel exhausted.

It should be almost noon outside now.

Although Qin He didn't feel tired at all, he didn't want to act out of place, so he sat down against the wall and looked around.

The prison was very simple, but it was fully equipped with everything needed for eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping. Compared to its reputation as an imperial prison, it was considered a prison with good conditions.

The nearby prison was empty, and it seemed that the imperial prison did not often treat people with favors.

Sitting in Qin He's position, he could see a corner of the stone door of the crematorium.

After a while, the factory staff brought food, a big basket full of buns and a bucket of water.

When the crematorium workers saw this, their eyes widened.

They were all refugees. After finally getting into the crematorium and working hard, they still had to live on mixed-wheat buns.

flour?

Can't even think about it.

As soon as the factory officer opened the door and put down the cage, several cremators pounced on it impatiently, grabbed the buns and gobbled them up ravenously, choking themselves and rolling their eyes.

"A starving ghost is reincarnated!"

Seeing this, the factory officer shook his head, locked the door and left.

Qin He's stomach hadn't digested the food yet and he had no appetite, but he still ate a dozen or so.

I have to sigh that the treatment of those who eat the emperor's food is really different.

If the factory workers could give the food to these starving people in their eyes, it must not be a good thing for them. They would only keep the good things for themselves.

No matter what dynasty, the public rice bowl is indeed the most delicious, and no one can starve to death but they can never starve.

There was a big basket of buns, enough for the five crematorium workers to eat, and their bellies were full.

"It would be great if we could get here to take up duty."

After eating and drinking, a short cremator said with a look of longing on his face.

"I'm afraid it's a boy!"

Another square-faced cremator shook his head and said, "This kind of job is reserved for the sons of officials with connections. Let's not even think about it. The idea of ​​being able to enter the crematorium is just a casual claim. It's like a carrot that's working like a donkey."

When the crematorium workers heard this, they all thought it made sense and no one objected.

"It's fate that we brothers can get together. No matter how long we can stay together in the future, let's get to know each other. Who knows, we may run into each other again at the Naihe Bridge someday." The square-faced cremator said again.

After eating and drinking enough and regaining some energy, the few people introduced themselves one after another.

The square-faced cremator was named Tao Dayong, a native of Liaodong who had fled to the capital.

The short cremator was called Li Ergou, from Lu.

The other two were also refugees, but the last one was not. He was the one who burned the corpse but failed to suppress it, so he burned the corpse-suppressing talisman. His name was Qian Mancang, and he was from Cen County in the capital.

Tao Dayong was more talkative, and he kept us on the edge of our seats, asking, "Do you know why so many corpses suddenly appeared in this crematorium?"

Several cremators shook their heads, only Qian Mancang seemed to want to say something but stopped himself, as if he remembered something and forced himself to hold back.

"Why?" Qin He asked.

He also found it strange. The crematorium officials were divided into two shifts. Logically speaking, even if half of the corpses were chopped off by that beast Anbagu, it was only a little over a day, and it was impossible for so many corpses to accumulate.

There's something wrong here.

After whetting his curiosity, Tao Dayong carefully looked around and said, "I heard that in the past six months or so, corpses sent to the capital from all over the country have often been robbed on the way. The Feiyu Guards dispatched troops and investigated for a long time, and finally found some of the robbed bodies in a temple."

After saying this, he pointed towards the stone door of the crematorium and said, "Here, those inside."

"Someone robbed the corpse. It was so vicious and unlucky. What... was he trying to do?" Li Ergou's eyes widened when he heard this.

"You don't understand this."

Tao Dayong said with great joy, "These corpses are definitely useless to poor people like us, but they are very useful to some evil demons. It is said that they can use corpses to make corpse puppets. They are very powerful."

Several crematorium workers looked surprised.

Qin He glanced at Qian Mancang deliberately and found that he did not look surprised or curious, as if he knew about this matter.

"Where is that temple?"

Qin He was intrigued. Someone who robbed corpses must have ulterior motives. If he could find a nest of corpses, he would make a fortune.

"It is said that it was Jing'an Temple in Liniu Mountain. Feiyuwei surrounded the place and many people died." Tao Dayong whispered.

Qin He took note of it silently, thinking that he would go there when he had time to see if he could make some "windfall".

Liniu Mountain is not far from here, just over a day's journey.

It would be one thing to just rob the corpse, but to do it so close to the capital, I really don’t know who is so bold.

After that, Qin He asked a few more questions, but Tao Dayong obviously only knew this much, so the topic was changed.

The conversation returned to Feiyuwei, and Li Ergou asked, "Doesn't Feiyuwei have two crematoriums? Where is the other one?"

"Flying Fish Guard actually only has one Corpse Cremation Hall. The other one is not called the Corpse Cremation Hall, but the Corpse Suppression Hall. It's a misunderstanding spread outside." At this time, Qian Mancang, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke.

"Where is the Corpse Suppression Hall?" Li Ergou continued to ask.

Although being a cremator is a precarious job, he is still very curious about the information in this field.

"It's behind the big iron gate inside." Qian Mancang whispered.

"what?"

Several crematorium workers were startled.