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

Wei Wu swore that if he ever found the Green Ox Immortal, he would drown him in cow dung.

I let you poke cow dung for no reason, you pervert!

Wei Wu's oath was not made casually, he was really planning to find someone.

In order to express his apology, Chang Wen told him the size of the finger that the Green Ox Immortal used to poke the shit.

Different from ordinary people, to put it bluntly, he is fat, and not just ordinary fat.

Ah!

In troubled times, if you want to find a skinny guy, you can find him everywhere on the street.

But you want to find a fat man.

That's not much.

……

With the rising sun and gentle breeze, Qin He was lying in the carriage with his legs crossed, feeling very good.

The biggest goal of this trip has been achieved, and the merits have accumulated to 40,000 and are still increasing.

The cremators were also very happy.

Everyone secretly hid a bag of white flour buns.

It was almost dawn when the Feiyu Guards broke camp, and the kitchen had prepared food for the entire camp.

But when we broke camp in a hurry, we had no time to take it with us.

So, all the money was taken away by the crematorium workers who stayed behind in the East City Crematorium.

Everyone ate until their stomachs were full, and if they couldn’t finish the food, they would just take it away.

After being stored for two or three days, Qin He could already smell the odor, but the cremators still treated it as a treasure.

They also agreed that each of them would contribute two steamed buns as a gift to the eight crematorium workers who stayed behind.

Poor people in troubled times never complain about bad food.

On the way back to the city, Flying Fish warriors roared back and forth, and their horses raised clouds of dust.

In comparison, the Wucheng Bingmasi was like an old man, walking very slowly. It took him a day and a night to get to Fang County, and another day and a night to return to the capital.

As the sun set, Qin He and his group finally returned to the crematorium.

The entire crematorium was quiet, and no one came out to greet them or take a curious look.

"Guapi, you said you'd give them some white flour buns, but you won't give them any."

When Old Liang saw this, he immediately became angry. He had long imagined the scene of "returning home in glory". He took out the wine he had secretly hidden and drank while bragging about this wonderful trip to Fang County.

But this situation... is so beautiful but lonely.

"I won't give it to you either."

"No, no, I won't give it to you."

Liu Sanjin and Li Quezi were also unhappy, and everyone redistributed the steamed buns they had just contributed.

Qin He looked at the empty crematorium, his heart slightly moved.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

At this time, the door of the duty room opened and Yang Baitou walked out.

"Mr. Yang, where are the others?" Xu Changshou asked.

"died."

Yang Baitou was silent for a moment and said two words.

The sound was not loud, but it was as loud as thunder.

The atmosphere was stagnant at this moment. Xu Changshou's face changed drastically and he asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"The night before yesterday, Dilu spies attacked here..."

After Yang Baitou's story, everyone knew what happened the night before.

The process may sound simple, but it is enough to make all crematorium workers feel desolate.

Di Lu spies suddenly attacked the East City crematorium, entering each room and killing people. Seeing the situation, Ling Zhonghai, Gao Linkun and Li Tie immediately fled and managed to escape.

But the crematorium workers who were locked in the crematorium were not so lucky and were all killed.

Overnight, the East City Crematorium became a deadly place. When Ling Zhonghai and his two companions returned with the Feiyu Guards, the Di Lu spies had already escaped.

"Everyone is free tonight. Ling Zhonghai and the other two have gone to the Bingmasi to get new crematorium workers. Work can only start tomorrow." Yang Baitou said, and after that he handed over a few words to Xu Changshou, shook his head and left his shift.

The cremators looked at each other with blank expressions.

Only one cremator was killed when corpses fell on people, while one family was killed when the Dilu attacked.

In this world, humans are much scarier than zombies.

No one said anything else, and everyone returned to their own crematoriums in silence.

The Dilu attack brought the crematorium workers, who had just begun to feel a glimmer of hope for the future, back to reality.

Qin He also returned to the crematorium.

A few days passed, and a layer of dust fell on the crematorium. Everything was still the same as before Qin He left.

The Di Lu's purpose was to kill people, and they did it quickly and efficiently without setting fire or rummaging through the drawers.

Lying on the quilt with his head as a pillow, Qin He felt a flame flickering in his heart.

There are two ultimate philosophical questions in this world that can solve 90% of our troubles.

One is none of your business.

One is none of my business.

Qin He has taken this as his motto ever since he saved a woman who almost killed him.

Be alert at all times.

He was just a cremator, a lowly person at the bottom of the Great Le Dynasty.

It is comfortable enough to burn corpses and get rewards every day.

As for the cremator, they are replaced one after another. If they are not killed by the Di Lu, they will be killed by the corpses.

Why bother with so much? It hasn't happened to you.

Eight worthless lives, two of them are missing their front teeth and have a lisp when speaking, two of them stutter and stammer and no one knows why the military department likes them, three of them have sores all over their bodies and are scary to look at, and one of them is deaf and just grins at people for no reason, and his mouth is full of shit-yellow teeth that can suffocate people.

"You worthless life, die early and be reborn!"

Qin He cursed, rolled up his bedding and went to sleep.

After a day and night of tossing and turning, I'm tired.

After a long time, Xu Changshou pushed the door open and came in. Seeing Qin He sleeping, he sighed, turned around and left, whispering, "What kind of shitty world is this?"

The door closed and Qin He opened his eyes.

He stood up and searched the house carefully. Finally, he found a crack on the big iron gate.

Very fresh, cut with a knife.

It was caused by a Dilu who broke into the house by cutting the iron lock.

Qin He saw this, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Since you have broken my big iron gate, then this is not a trivial matter."

Qin He pulled out a big black shovel from his armpit, jumped out of the roof, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.