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

Ling Zhonghai: “…”

Can this be tolerated?

can.

Behind people!

What about in front of others?

No!

Absolutely not!

All the crematorium workers are here. If he doesn't lose his temper, how can he be the leader of this crematorium?

Even after treating someone to a meal, it’s not allowed!

No matter how small a leader is, he is still a leader. Don’t treat village officials as less than cadres.

"You bastard, I will kill you today!" Ling Zhonghai threw the urn and started to yell at Qin He. He even pulled out half of the knife, but was held tightly by Li Tie and Gao Linkun.

"Boss, calm down! He's having a brain attack again!"

"You can't argue with a fool. The cremator can't chop him down!"

Xu Changshou was also dumbfounded. What a joke! An urn was placed on someone's head.

How to do this?

How can we say that Xu Changshou is a very good friend? Even in this situation, he went up to Qin He and spoke well of him, and pulled Qin He to apologize to Ling Zhonghai.

In his opinion, this silly boy was really good at burning corpses. Ordinary corpses were not a problem for him, but what about the plague?

This thing doesn't care whether your horoscope is hard or not.

Don't let an angry Ling Zhonghai send you to Fang County.

result……

What you fear will come true. Qin He raised his head and said, "I didn't mean it, you stingy guy."

That arrogant look.

Xu Changshou almost vomited blood. Oh my god, brother, how can I save you?

Ling Zhonghai was even more furious. He pointed at Qin He and yelled, "You're the tenth one! Go to Fang County and die there."

"And you!"

Ling Zhonghai pointed at Xu Changshou again and said, "The four of us don't need to draw lots anymore. Just you go!"

After saying that, he returned to the duty room and slammed the door.

Xu Changshou was stunned. Oh my god, he failed to save Qin He and ended up getting himself into trouble.

"Brother Ling, don't, I'm not in the same group with him, it's unfair." Xu Changshou hurriedly knocked on the door.

Dear readers, do you think Ling Zhonghai will take back his decision?

what!

……

An hour later, on the carriage heading to Fang County.

Xu Changshou's face darkened: "Brother, you are not being fair in doing this."

Across from him, Qin He, that beast, showed no guilt at all. He held his nose and snorted, "If the four of you draw lots, then you should go."

Qin He heard everything when the cremator was summoned. The three villains were whispering and plotting against him while Xu Changshou was away.

The buckle on the urn did not affect Xu Changshou's fate of going to Fang County.

When Xu Changshou heard this, his face turned even darker and he cursed Ling Zhonghai and the clerk gang as good-for-nothings, cockroaches, and bedbugs.

But after a few scoldings, he became dispirited.

Is this interesting?

He came to this crematorium to be prepared to take the blame if something happened, otherwise he would not have been able to take this position in the first place.

Ten crematorium workers have to go, and one of the four officers on duty has to go. If he doesn't go, who will?

The sun was shining brightly as dozens of horse-drawn carriages meandered along the official road. Although it was not yet late autumn in the mountains, the grass and trees were already withered and yellow. It had not rained for half a year and the giant trees had all dried up.

From time to time, groups of disaster victims passed by the roadside, carrying their families and staggering, looking emaciated.

They gathered towards the capital, begging for hope of survival there; unfortunately, they did not know that when they went to the capital, most of them would just be buried in a different place. The lucky ones would have their bones left behind, while the unlucky ones would become fragments eaten by wild dogs.

Human lives in troubled times are like withered weeds, nothing.

Only when enough people have died and the contradiction between people and land has disappeared, will the next prosperous era begin.

This is the case with the ups and downs of dynasties over thousands of years.

The crematorium workers on the vehicle looked at the disaster victims walking towards them in silence.

Partly because it brought back memories of the past, and partly because this trip was a life-or-death experience, many people have given up hope of ever returning.

The crematorium we came from was like a paradise.

It was not until the convoy left the capital and there were no more disaster victims on either side of the road that the atmosphere became a little more lively.

It was Xu Changshou again. He pondered for a moment and then asked Qin He, "That bastard Ling Zhonghai said ambergris can cure all diseases. Do you think we won't get the plague if we smelled it for so long last night?"

When the cremators heard this, they all became interested.

The smell from the crematorium was so strong last night that everyone was sniffing. We only found out when we asked in the morning.

There was an ambergris sachet burning in Qin Ge'er's room.

"I think it's useful, otherwise how could that thing be a tribute?"

"Yes, yes, it will definitely work."

"The plague is also a disease."

"Then we are free from all kinds of diseases. I don't know if we are breathing enough."

Lao Liangtou, Liu Sanjin, and Li Quezi were talking to each other, but no one knew whether it was useful or not, they just wanted to boost morale and give people courage.

So everyone looked at Qin He unconsciously.

Firstly, Qin He didn't say anything, and secondly, Qin He's prestige is getting higher and higher.

After all, there was only one crematorium official in the Four Cities Crematorium, Qin He.

Qin He cleared his throat and said, "That bullshit... uh, that ambergris can prevent and treat the plague. The people in our East City Crematorium will definitely not be infected, so you can rest assured."

Qin He was very confident about this matter. The plague pill was so powerful that even his immortal power could not be suppressed. The medicine was extremely strong. One sniff was enough to make people immune. It was much stronger than the vaccines of later generations.

The cremators were overjoyed and cheered. Even Xu Changshou was shocked and smiled widely.

Everyone hated themselves for not taking a few more puffs. Although the taste was strange, it was good to prevent disease.

This scene caused the crematorium workers in the front and rear carriages and the Feiyu Guards patrolling back and forth to look sideways, and they couldn't understand why the people in the East City Crematorium were so happy.

Feiyuwei had previously arranged cremation of corpses in epidemic areas, but the result was always that many people left but few returned, and it was a narrow escape.

Every one of them is sick.

"Keep quiet, no noise on the road!" A patrol officer came on horseback and shouted.

The cremators quickly shut up and dared not talk back.

Qin He took a look and saw that it was Wei Wu, that little bastard.

Wei Wu was also a little surprised to see Qin He. Last time in the crematorium, he had suffered a setback from Qin He and was just about to find an opportunity to bring bad luck to him. However, Tu Baishou asked him to send a copper coin to Qin He, and he gave up the idea.

Logically speaking, with that copper coin, Qin He would have gained status and should not have gone to Fang County.

I thought to myself how annoying this person must be.

Deserve it.

"Hello, sir."

Qin He greeted with a playful smile.

Wei Wu suddenly felt that the face was even more disgusting.

There's no way around it. People who work in a dark place like the imperial prison all day long are usually not very smart.

"Sir, what happened to the body that was stabbed by the mace?" Qin He asked again with a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

Originally, he didn't want to say hello to Wei Wu, as they were tired of each other. But then he remembered that he had a "little fairy" who was loved by everyone and was still burning in the crematorium, so he felt itchy.

Wei Wu was stunned by the question. There was another story behind the corpse.

It’s a long story, but to put it simply, Tu Baishou put in a lot of effort, trying to burn it as quickly as possible, but found that it was useless. He could only rely on the yang energy contained in the earth fire to melt it little by little. There was no other way.

When he was off duty today, only half of the body was burned, and the bones at the back were even harder to burn.

Of course, there was no way Wei Wu could tell Qin He about this. He scolded him, "Don't ask around. Be honest."

After saying this, he kicked the horse's belly and left.

After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped. The expert who had inexplicably entered the Corpse Cremation Hall had investigated but could not find any clues. Today, this kid was asking about the ghost corpse... Could it be?

"impossible."

Wei Wu shook his head firmly.

If you have that ability, you can go anywhere in the world. Why are you staying in a crematorium?

Are you addicted to burning corpses?