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

Fang County was under the jurisdiction of Shuntian Prefecture and protected the capital.

This time, the aid was sent because the plague in Fang County had already threatened the capital, which was a problem in a place far away from the emperor.

Even if everyone is dead, the emperor may not know about it.

Since ancient times, corrupt officials have been born with two unique tricks: one is to take bribes, and the other is to cover up the truth.

But it was such a short distance, and the whole way was a government road, but the convoy took a whole day and night to travel.

The next day, as the sun set in the west, we finally arrived at Fang County.

The huge county town was as quiet as a ghost town. Not a single person was in sight. The stench was overwhelming. A thin layer of lime was sprinkled on the ground. Walking along the city gate all the way to the crematorium.

Every county town has a crematorium, which is an essential government office in every place.

However, the conditions in Fang County's crematorium are far worse than those in the capital.

The so-called crematorium is just a few roofless stone enclosures. The only room with a roof is used to store fuel, most of which is dried cow dung. There is very little firewood and no air blower. There are only a few hair dryers made of raw bamboo next to it.

The conditions were so poor that they were unbearable to watch. The bodies were cremated with feces and the air was blown with the mouth.

Not to mention rain, if the weather gets a little cold, I'm afraid even the corpse won't be able to burn.

The specific tasks of searching for corpses, transporting corpses, and providing fuel are handled by the Feiyu Guards who recruited civilians. The cremators only need to tidy up the place and prepare for the cremation.

The situation was urgent, so there was no time to rest. Wei Wu ordered the cremator to unload the crematorium, blast furnace, kerosene, tents and other supplies from the cart, and began to build a temporary crematorium.

It looks chaotic, but the speed is not slow.

As it was getting dark, the convoy carrying the bodies entered the city.

The cart stretched as far as the eye could see.

Qin He was grinning from ear to ear as he watched, but at this moment the little bastard Wei Wu ordered his men to erect a bamboo pole with a lamp hanging on it.

When Qin He saw it, he immediately cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations two hundred times.

Pit father ah.

It's a soul-capturing lamp!

Feiyuwei is so rich that he brought this with him even when he came to Fang County.

Qin He was so angry that his teeth were itching.

Once the soul-capturing light is turned off, the corpse reward becomes unbearable to look at.

The big evil corpses in the crematorium can only give you internal strength and Taoism, but these plague corpses can only give you loneliness.

Qin He looked at the soul-capturing lamp that was swaying in the wind as if mocking him. The evil thoughts in his heart were about to erupt like a volcano, and he couldn't suppress them at all.

But in the end, Qin He gave up.

Qin He has a hundred ways to destroy this soul-capturing lamp, and they are very secretive, so no one will know it was him who did it.

But the price is losing one's original intention.

Some things may seem insignificant, but once they cross the line, people will become complacent.

Is Qin He really short of corpses?

Huh~

They would rush into a city, kill everyone inside, pile them up and burn them down.

He could burn tens of thousands of bodies in one night.

Can it be done?

No!

Once you become a human being, you are no longer a human being, but a demon.

Qin He was very alert to this. It was okay to be clever and burn a few more bodies, but when terrorists caused destruction, it crossed the bottom line.

There are still many days to come, and it’s not worth it at all.

These are the gains from watching the shadow play performances since Qin He burned the corpses. Many of the deceased started from some seemingly insignificant little things and gradually became demons.

Now back to the topic, the first wave of corpse distribution.

Everyone received one, and there was no question of how much each person got. The burning continued until dawn.

Smelling the breath of the corpse's residual soul, the soul-capturing lamp emitted a dim light, and strands of residual soul slowly gathered from the corpse to the seven prisms of the soul-capturing lamp, and the soul-capturing lamp began to rotate faintly.

The cremators all looked at the lamp curiously and couldn't help but talk about it.

Except Qin He.

The guy threw the corpse onto the crematorium and started shoveling coal to start the fire without wasting a moment.

What does he want to do?

Hey.

You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder.

If the quality is not good, make up for it with quantity.

Just then, Li Quezi from next door was about to light a bunch of firewood after admiring the soul-capturing lamp. Qin He shouted, "Hey, you idiot! Who taught you to light a fire like that?"

"what?"

Li Quezi was stunned.

Looking closely, Qin He hadn't noticed when he'd put the shiny yellow copper coin on his body. He said arrogantly, "Whether the corpse is burned successfully depends entirely on how well the fire is lit. Bring the thing over here."

Li Quezi gave the firewood to Qin He in a daze.

Qin He took it, blew out the firewood, lit it and stuffed it into the furnace. Afraid that it would go out, he poured a spoonful of kerosene on it, and immediately a raging fire broke out.

Li Quezi's head was suddenly filled with question marks.

What's the difference between this fire point?

In the moment he was stunned, Qin He ran over to Liu Sanjin next door and put his hands on his hips: "Hey, you idiot, you have to light the fire in the direction of Vulcan. Only then will the fire have divine power."

This time it was Liu Sanjin's turn to be full of questions.

What divine power, what Vulcan?

where?

Ignoring Liu Sanjin's question, Qin He snatched the firewood from his hand and helped him light the stove.

Next one, Lao Liangtou.

"Uncle Liang, you'll probably burn your beard if you get so close."

Next, the whole camp was filled with Qin He's noisy voice.

"Stop it! You have to pray to the gods before lighting a fire. How can you face Vulcan with your butt facing him?"

"Stop! Lighting a fire should be done with ceremony. Why don't you pull up your pants?"

"When lighting a fire, pay attention to your posture and make it look nice. Who told you to squat and light it?"

"When lighting a fire, pay attention to your posture and make it look nice. Who told you to light it while standing?"

"When lighting a fire, pay attention to your posture and make it look nice. Who told you to bend over to light it?"

"Your posture when lighting a fire is so ugly, do your parents know?"

"..."

After all the chaos, the ten crematorium workers in the East City Crematorium were all beginning to doubt their lives.

Is there so much to consider when lighting a fire?

The key point is that Liu Sanjin discovered that the direction of Vulcan that Qin He pointed at two or three times was the opposite.

He asked deliberately, but was retorted by Qin He: "Vulcan can run away. Are you blind to such a big star?"

Liu Sanjin looked up. It was a dark and windy night, so where did the stars come from?

Just like that, all ten corpses in the East City Crematorium were burned by Qin He without any reason. He felt that this was not enough, and expanded his business scope to the cremators in the other three cities.

The cremators from the other three cities were so frightened by the bright yellow "copper coins" on Qin He's chest that they dared not speak.

You are the cremator, whatever you say goes.

Anyway, that's how it went.

Gradually the cremators came to their senses.

Qin He, you're acting crazy again.

He is mentally ill. Don't bother with him. If he likes to provoke others, just let him do it.

If you don't let him point, he will come over and point at you, saying that something is wrong here and there. How embarrassing.

The key is that you can't refute it because the other person's rank is higher than yours.

So, after a while, even when Qin He was sitting there with his legs crossed to rest in the middle of the night, a cremator would occasionally come over with a smile on his face: "Brother Qin, well, it's time to light the fire over there."