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

It was almost dark, and Wei Wu still hadn't returned.

The entire makeshift crematorium was buzzing with discussion.

Chang Wen was quite polite when he took Wei Wu away, but no matter how polite he was, any discerning person could see that Wei Wu was being taken away.

Qin He almost laughed out loud when he saw it.

I had never used the disguise technique before, but I didn't expect it to be so effective the first time I used it. It directly trapped Wei Wu in the ditch.

Qin He rode a cow to Xianyun Temple, but the face on his head was not his own, but a face disguised as Wei Wu's.

As for the mask on the statue, it was Qin He's way of preventing the merits he earned from being added to Wei Wu.

Qin He could easily imagine how long it would take Wei Wu to clear his suspicion when the bandits in Xianyun Temple all insisted that the Green Ox Immortal was Wei Wu.

As soon as Wei Wu left, Qin He instantly let himself go.

Without saying a word, he ordered Liu Sanjin, Li Quezi and Gu Sihai to move their crematorium far away and hide behind a low wall to avoid the soul-capturing lights.

As for Wei Wu's little follower Wei Yuanji, he was a guy who didn't even have a copper coin. He watched Qin He move the crematorium away but didn't dare to say a word.

Fortunately, he didn't say it. If he dared to say it, Qin He had a hundred ways to teach him a lesson.

Without Wei Wu, you, a cremator apprentice, are nothing. A one-star cremator is still an official. Don't treat a village official as a cadre.

Qin He is increasingly discovering that this one-star copper coin is sometimes quite useful.

Of course, there are also people who advise.

For example, Xu Changshou, Lao Liangtou and others.

People are stupid.

It's so safe under the soul-capturing lamp, why don't you get burned and run so far?

Is there something wrong with your brain?

But when I think about it, Qin He's brain does have a seizure almost every other day.

You're just sick.

Well, let him be.

He is a crematorium official, very capable and can handle it.

Xu Changshou shook his head and sighed: "This disease seems to be getting worse. We have to find a way to treat it."

After dark, the convoy carrying the bodies arrived.

Others would put one body into the crematorium at a time, but Qin He, on the other hand, simply pushed away a corpse transport cart with six bodies on it, which was enough for a cremator to work for two days.

Everyone was stunned. Wei Yuanji couldn't hold back his anger and hurried after him, "What are you doing dragging so many corpses at once?"

"I only burned one body last night and didn't complete the task, so I have to make up for it today. This is called dedication to one's job, don't you understand?" Qin He kept pushing the cart and ignored him completely.

Wei Yuanji was speechless, his face flushed red and he couldn't say a word in rebuttal.

Seeing this, Xu Changshou ran over, put his arm around his shoulders and comforted him, "Don't be angry, brother Yuanji, my little brother has a little problem here." After saying that, he pointed to his head.

"Is there something wrong?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Wei Yuanji's face.

"He fled from his hometown to the capital. He was the only one left in the entire clan and was shocked." Xu Changshou nodded seriously.

"Oh, that's quite pitiful." Wei Yuanji instantly felt he had found a way out and said, "How about I send him another cart of corpses?"

"Oh, that's not necessary."

Xu Changshou looked at Wei Yuanji with horror, his hands waving like a fan.

I thought to myself, is this brain disease contagious or something? Here comes another one.

Wei Yuanji also realized that he had said something without thinking. He coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "I know someone who can treat hysteria."

"Who?"

"At the entrance of Changling Alley in the capital, there is a blind fortune teller."

"Fortune teller, that's not right, right?"

"Anyway, some people say he can do it."

……

Qin He stopped the cart and looked at the two people who were whispering to each other, his face a little dark.

"You are the ones who are sick. Your whole family is sick."

The words were not pleasing to Qin He, so he simply closed his ears and started to fiddle with the corpse to prepare for cremation.

The six bodies were unlucky and fell on the eve of the plague being eradicated.

The crematorium was not a big one like the ones in the crematorium. It was a little small, so Qin He could only match it.

A larger corpse is paired with a smaller corpse and put into the furnace together.

The plague corpse was not damaged, so it was not difficult to clean it up. Just wash the limbs and face, shake off the lime on the clothes, and the corpse was cleaned.

Shovel coal into the furnace, light the coal and start the cremation.

One of the corpses trembled, and although it did not rise from the dead, it made Qin He very happy.

This proves that avoiding the soul-catching lights is effective.

Then comes the waiting time.

Qin He resisted the urge to take out the flint for more than two hours.

The bodies were cremated. One was a tenant farmer in the fields, and the other was a woodcutter in the mountains.

Ordinary people have ordinary lives, nothing special about them, and their days are very hard. When a plague strikes, only a few people in the family are left.

Rewards: A Fruit of Strength, a book on "Grinding Techniques"

Weapon sharpening technique: After learning this technique, the weapons you sharpen will be extremely sharp and indestructible.

Qin He smiled.

It's quite good to get this kind of reward from burning an ordinary corpse.

The key is practicality, especially for corpse-suppressing nails.

The corpse-suppressing nails are just ordinary nails, and their sharpness depends entirely on how they are when they are brought back from the blacksmith shop.

With this magic weapon technique, the corpse-suppressing nails can be made bigger.

Qin He was just thinking about upgrading the corpse-suppressing nail when the pillow appeared.

Pretty good.

The one who offered the reward was the woodcutter, who sharpened his knife and chopped wood every day and had developed a great skill in sharpening knives.

Qin He decisively learned the knife-sharpening technique, put the fruit of strength into his armpit, shoveled away the ashes, and continued.

Two more bodies were put on the stove.

Everything is going according to plan.

But at this moment, there was a commotion in the crematorium camp, and someone cried out, "There's a plague."

The cremators were in a state of panic. Some were running, some were shouting, and everyone was covering their mouths and noses with a look of terror on their faces.

Qin He ran over in a hurry and saw two crematorium workers at the North City Crematorium lying on the ground twitching all over. Upon closer inspection, he saw that their bodies were covered with dense black bumps, which turned out to be the plague.

And this was just the beginning. The two people who fell down were like a whistle. Before we could even start dealing with the situation here, three more crematorium workers fell down over there.

Two were from the West City Crematorium, and one was from the South City Crematorium.