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

Chapter 91

As the sun was setting, four officers on duty arrived and waited at the door of the crematorium to receive the bodies from the military department.

The four of them were whispering to each other, and no one knew what they were talking about.

Qin He walked over when he saw this, firstly out of curiosity, and secondly because he wanted to find out where the cremator with the scar behind his eye came from.

Qin He hadn't noticed this person in the past two days, and didn't know which crematorium he was in.

"Boss, to be honest, our crematorium has been quite peaceful except for the Dilu attack last time."

"Of course. Lord Liu praised the performance of our East City Crematorium yesterday." Qin He approached and heard Ling Zhonghai patting his chest and saying with a smile.

"What are you talking about?" Qin He asked.

When the four saw that it was Qin He, they consciously made way for him. Xu Changshou said, "We were discussing the recent cremation incidents in the other two cities."

"What happened to the crematoriums in the other two cities?" Qin He was a little surprised.

"Qin He, don't you think our crematorium has been too quiet recently? Some time ago, every day was Christmas Eve, and there were no corpses thrown around. Other crematoriums envied us." Li Tie said.

Qin He smiled. Isn't this nonsense? The black snake formed by resentment and bad luck that absorbed the yang energy during the cremation was killed by him with a kitchen knife. The cremators can maintain their yang energy, so naturally it is not easy for them to get into trouble.

Furthermore, his own merits and virtues could suppress any kind of misfortune. It wasn't as easy as before to find a corpse in the crematorium.

Of course, only Qin He knew about this, and he had no interest in revealing it to anyone, so he said, "Maybe... the corpses we got weren't that ferocious."

"Oh~ You can't say that."

Ling Zhonghai waved his hand and said, "You might not know this, but the bodies sent to the Five Cities Military Commission are randomly assigned. There's no rule that one crematorium is more dangerous than another. A while ago, the two western and northern crematoriums were overwhelmed with deaths, so they deliberately sent a lot of difficult bodies to ours. And what happened? Our crematorium still feels like Christmas Eve every day."

By the end of his words, Ling Zhonghai had a look of pride on his face.

As the head officer on duty at the crematorium, he was proud of this sort of thing. If he encountered a gathering of the Five Cities Army, he could even speak a little louder.

"If you put it that way, it's really impressive." Qin He grinned, paused, and asked, "So, what's the situation with the crematoriums in the west and north cities?"

This kind of thing would only be spread among the clerks of the Military Affairs Department. Ordinary people would not remember it. The cremators were all refugees and beggars from outside, and no one cared about their life or death.

Not to mention the few people who died in the crematorium, even the tens of thousands who died in the refugee camps would be forgotten after a couple of days.

Therefore, Qin He did not know the situation of the crematoriums in the other three cities.

"It's terrible."

Xu Changshou shook his head and said, "First, it was the North City crematorium. Two or three people died every day, without fail. Every six or seven days, the entire crematorium was replaced. Just when the North City crematorium finally calmed down, the West City crematorium started again. Two people died every day, and then two more every day. After seven or eight days, they were replaced again. Almost all the capable crematorium workers were gone."

"So miserable?"

Qin He's mind instinctively flashed through the faces of Tao Dayong, Li Ergou, and Tian Mancang.

During the last call for cremators by the Crematorium, the three cremators from the other three cities were considered to be the only ones capable of cremating corpses.

When they broke up, no one said goodbye, because no one except Qin He knew whether they would have a tomorrow.

I never expected that we wouldn’t be able to see each other again so soon.

"When will this chaotic world end?" Gao Linkun couldn't help but sigh.

Several people looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, and even the arrogance on Gao Linkun's face disappeared.

After all, there was nothing to be thankful for at the East City Crematorium.

The corpses did not attack people, but the Di Lu attacked the East City crematorium.

Eight crematorium workers died in one night. If Gao Linkun and the other three had not run fast, they would have also become victims of Di Lu's sword.

As he was speaking, Qin He noticed someone walking towards him from a distance.

His face was an unhealthy bluish-gray color, and there was a scar behind the corner of his left eye that extended all the way from the corner of his eye to behind his ear. He was so thin and pointed that he seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Is something wrong?"

Ling Zhonghai also saw this person approaching and asked.

"Sir, will it rain tomorrow?" asked the thin man timidly.

Ling Zhonghai was visibly stunned for a moment, then he reacted with a speechless expression, "How do I know if it's going to rain tomorrow? It hasn't rained in Beijing for six months. Are you crazy asking that?"

"Oh, I am a little sick." The thin man rubbed his hands.

"Huh?" Ling Zhonghai was stunned, and the remaining three people looked at each other unconsciously.

"Go back to your room, the body will be here soon." Ling Zhonghai waved at him impatiently.

"Okay."

The thin man nodded hurriedly, and just as he was about to turn around, he stopped and suddenly pointed at Ling Zhonghai and said, "Sir, don't move."

"what?"

Ling Zhonghai was stunned again.

Just as he was stunned, the thin man walked up and slapped him in the face.

There was a "pop" sound.

Loud and crisp.

Everyone: "..."

Qin He: "Huh?!!"

"mosquito."

The thin man smiled and opened his palm, revealing a bloody dead mosquito.

"You...you dare to hit me?!"

Ling Zhonghai immediately got furious, covering his face. He pointed at the skinny man and pulled out his knife, "I'm going to chop you to death, you bastard! You dare to hit me~!"

"No, Boss!"

"Head can't!"

Li Tie and Gao Linkun were shocked and hurriedly grabbed Ling Zhonghai and dragged him back.

"Let me go, I'm going to kill him!"

"Boss, calm down, calm down!~, he's a fool too~!"

"We can't argue with fools, otherwise others will think we are fools too!"

"You can't chop down the cremator."

Ling Zhonghai struggled hard but failed in the end and was dragged into the duty room.

Qin He: “…”

Xu Changshou: “…”

"There really are mosquitoes. I'm leaving first." The thin man turned around and ran away in fear. He returned to Room 18 and slammed the big iron door shut.

"Boss, calm down. Maybe you attract mosquitoes."

"Bullshit! Where do mosquitoes come from in the cold dew of late autumn?"

"He's just provoking me!"

In the duty room, Ling Zhonghai roared angrily.

"There's no need to use a knife. It's not worth it. Just stuff the body into his pocket."

"Yes, get him three of the most ferocious corpses and stuff them into his mouth. I guarantee he'll be dead tomorrow."

Li Tie and Gao Linkun tried their best to persuade him.

"Four! Four! I want him dead! I want him dead!"

Ling Zhonghai roared in extreme anger. He couldn't stand it. Why was he always the one who got hurt?

What's wrong with this crematorium? Is it definitely a slap in the face or something?

After all, you are just a small leader, don’t you have any shame?

Don’t hit people in the face, it hurts their self-esteem!