Ling Zhonghai: "..."

Can this be tolerated?

able.

Behind people!

What about in front of others?

cannot!

Definitely not!

All the cremators are here. If we don't get angry, how can we be the leader of the crematorium?

It’s not okay to treat guests to dinner!

No matter how small a leader is, he is still a leader. Don't mistake village officials for cadres.

"You bastard, I have to kill you today!" Ling Zhonghai threw the ashes bucket and screamed. He breathed fragrance at Qinhe and half-pulled out the knife. He was killed by Li Tie and Gao Lin.

Kun held on tightly.

"Boss, calm down!~, he's mentally ill again!"

"You can't behave like a fool, and the corpse burner can't chop him down!"

Xu Changshou was also dumbfounded. What a good guy, he smashed an urn over someone's head.

How to do this?

How can one say that Xu Changshou is fun to be friends with? In this situation, he went up to say good things to Qin He and pulled Qin He to apologize to Ling Zhonghai.

When he thought about it, this silly boy did have a way of burning corpses. Ordinary corpses couldn't stop him, but what about the plague?

This thing doesn't care whether you have a tough character or not.

Don't be sent to Fang County by the angry Ling Zhonghai.

result……

Afraid of what might happen, Qin He raised his head and said, "I didn't mean it, I'm a stingy guy."

That arrogant look.

Xu Changshou almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, Ouch, brother, what should I do to save you?

Not to mention Ling Zhonghai, whose lungs were about to explode. He pointed at Qin He and shouted: "You are the tenth one. Go to Fang County, and you will be punished if you die there."

"And you!"

Ling Zhonghai pointed at Xu Changshou again, "The four of us don't have to draw lots anymore, it's just you!"

After saying that, he returned to the duty room and closed the door with a bang.

Xu Changshou was stupid. Good guy, Qin He didn't save him and got him in.

"Brother Ling, please don't. He and I are not on the same side. It's unfair." Xu Changshou hurriedly knocked on the door.

Dear readers, guess whether Ling Zhonghai will take back his life?

ha!

…

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

Xu Changshou said with a dark face: "Brother, you are not doing this kindly."

Across the way, Qin He, a beast without any guilt, snorted with his nostrils pressed together: "The four of you draw lots, so you go too."

Qin He heard it when they summoned the corpse cremator, and the trio of villains took advantage of Xu Changshou's absence to murmur and plot against him.

The discount on the ashes bucket will not affect Xu Changshou's fate of going to Fang County at all.

When Xu Changshou heard this, his face became even darker, and he cursed Ling Zhonghai and the gang of subordinate officials, not things, but cockroaches and bed bugs.

But even after scolding him a few times, he became weak.

Is this interesting?

He came to this crematorium just to prepare for the top of the vat if something happened, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to wait for this missing child in the first place.

Ten cremators 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, and dozens of carriages were meandering along the official road. It was not yet late autumn in the mountains and fields, but the grass and trees were already withered and yellow. There had been no rain for half a year, and the giant trees were withered.

From time to time, groups of disaster victims pass by each other on the roadside, hobbling with their families and looking as thin as a stick.

They gathered towards the capital, begging to find the hope of living there; unfortunately, they did not know that when they went to the capital, most of them would just change places to bury them. Those who were lucky could keep their bones for burial, and those who were unlucky would not be able to survive.

Become the bits and pieces in the mouth of wild dogs.

Human life in troubled times is like the withered yellow weeds, meaning nothing.

Only when enough people die and the contradiction between man and earth disappears will the next prosperous age begin.

The ups and downs of the dynasty for thousands of years are nothing like this.

The cremators on the bus looked at the victims walking towards each other with silent expressions.

Partly it brought back memories of the past, and partly it was the narrow escape from this trip. Many people had given up hope of ever going back.

The crematorium when we arrived was like a paradise.

It wasn't until the convoy left the capital and no victims could be seen on both sides of the road that the atmosphere became more lively.

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

When the corpse cremators heard this, they all became interested.

Everyone sniffed at the strong smell at the crematorium last night, and they only found out when they got up in the morning.

Brother Qin burned an ambergris sachet in his room.

"It feels useful, otherwise that thing could be a tribute."

"Yes, yes, yes, it will definitely work."

"The plague is also a disease."

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

Lao Liangtou, Liu Sanjin, and Li Laizi all talked to each other, but no one knew whether it was useful or not. They were just trying to boost their 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 now.

After all, Qin He is the only cremator in the Four Cities Crematories.

Qin He cleared his throat and said: "That fart... well, that ambergris can prevent and cure the plague. We at the Dongcheng Crematorium will definitely not get the disease, so we can rest assured."

Qin He was very confident in this matter. He almost couldn't suppress the plague pill when he took the immortal power. It was so powerful that one sniff was enough to immunize him. It was much stronger than the vaccines of later generations.

All the corpse burners were overjoyed and cheered. Even Xu Changshou was shocked and beaming.

Everyone hated themselves for not taking a few more puffs. Although the smell was weird, it was delicious because it could prevent diseases.

This scene attracted the sideways glances of the corpse cremators in the front and rear, as well as the Feiyu Guardsmen who were riding back and forth, wondering why the Dongcheng Corpse Crematory group was so happy.

Feiyuwei has also arranged for corpses to be burned in epidemic areas before, but the result was that many people left and only a few returned, narrowly escaping death.

Everyone is sick.

"Quiet, don't make any noise on the road!" A factory patrol officer on horseback rushed up and scolded loudly.

The corpse burners quickly shut up and did not dare to contradict him.

Qin He took a look, hey, it's that little bastard Wei Wu.

Wei Wu was also a little surprised when he saw Qin He. Last time he ate a nail that was neither soft nor hard from Qin He in the corpse burning hall. He was about to find an opportunity to bring some bad luck to him, but Tu Baishou asked him to give Qin He a copper coin.

In the past, he stopped thinking.

It stands to reason that with that copper coin, Qin He has an identity and should not go to Fang County.

I thought to myself how disgusting this person must be.

Deserve it.

"Hello, sir."

Qin He greeted with a playful smile.

Wei Wu suddenly found that face even more disgusting.

There's no way around it, people who work in a ghostly place like a prison all day long in darkness don't have big ideas.

"Master, how is the body that was stabbed with the mace?" Qin He asked again with a flash of light in his eyes.

Originally, he didn't want to say hello to Wei Wu, as they both looked at each other with disgust, but then he remembered that he had a "little fairy" who was loved by thousands of people and was still being burned in the corpse-burning hall, which made his heart itch.

Wei Wu was stunned for a moment when he was asked. Speaking of the corpse, there was another story behind it.

There is a lot to say, but to put it simply, Tu Baishou put a lot of effort into burning it as quickly as possible, but found that it was of no use. He could only rely on the yang energy contained in the earth fire to melt it bit by bit, and there was no other way.

When he left for duty today, the body was only half burned, and the bones at the back were even more difficult to burn.

Of course, how could Wei Wu tell Qin He, and scolded: "Don't pry around when it's nothing, be honest."

After saying that, he clamped the horse's belly and left.

After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped. The expert who had inexplicably entered the corpse-burning hall investigated and investigated, but found nothing. Today, this kid was asking about the charmed corpse... could it be?

"impossible."

Wei Wu shook his head firmly.

If you have that kind of ability, you can conquer the world. What's the point of being in a crematorium?
Chapter completed!