"Five black-haired zombies will stay overnight. At dawn, each person will have one tael of silver."

The Centurion, the soldier in charge of escorting, said a word with a stern face. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers lifted the shrouds and used iron forks to lift the five corpses into the crematorium.

Each corpse was gray all over, with horrible black lines covering all visible parts of the skin. At first glance, it looked like the corpse was chapped.

Moreover, they were all tied up with iron ropes as thick as their thumbs, and their limbs, head, and forehead had corpse suppressing charms attached to them, and their mouths were stuffed with glutinous rice.

After carrying it to the furnace, the soldiers tied the iron rope to the stone half buried in the earth under the crematorium.

Thousands of kilograms of stone are lying in various places, one of them has even completely separated from the soil layer, and the lock is scarred, twisted, deformed, and cracked, which is shocking.

Of the three corpse cremators, two were young people and one was a middle-aged man. The older, middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and said, "My lord, there are two more corpses tonight. I'm afraid...I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

The centurion's face turned cold, and he waved his hand impatiently: "With two more bodies, doesn't it mean more silver? It used to be five coins of silver, but today it's one tael of silver. Don't talk nonsense. You can't keep the corpse overnight."

The faces of the three corpse cremators turned paler. Although they were not experienced corpse cremators, but "newcomers", they also understood that the more corpses, the stronger the evil spirit, and the greater the probability of corpse transformation.

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Four days ago, they were forced to come to Linqing. After two days of simple training, they came to work at the corpse crematorium. The first wave of corpses burned were actually the previous corpse cremator here.

It was all too horrific to look at, and the tragedy still gave the three of them nightmares.

They had no way of knowing how long their predecessor had stayed here, because no one would tell them this. At this moment, the Linqing Crematorium had become a prison, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

Anyone with a normal mind can understand that the "wage" of five cents of silver per day is money to buy one's life.

One day is a journey through hell.

I survived and got a sum of money that I couldn't spend at all.

They didn't survive, and soon a new cremator came to burn their corpses and take over their duties.

It goes round and round, and no one knows when it will end.

Five corpses came on stage together, indicating two things.

1. The corpse chaos in Linqing City has become increasingly serious.

Second, tonight is probably the last night for the three of us.

"Boom~"

The big iron door of the crematorium is closed.

Different from the crematorium in Kyoto, the crematorium in Linqing is a large public room where corpses are cremated by cremators.

"Second uncle, what should I do?" a young man asked tremblingly.

The three of them were uncles and nephews. On the way to escape, they were forcibly recruited as civilian husbands. Later, they met a strange alchemist. The alchemist pointed a finger at them, and the three of them were captured and taken to Linqing City. They became corpse burners in a daze.

Today is the third day for the three of them to become cremators.

The middle-aged corpse cremator was also helpless, so he could only hold on and said: "Don't be afraid, you two are strong-willed and can handle it."

After a pause, he added: "Let's work harder today, work harder, and incinerate the body as soon as possible to avoid a long night of nightmares."

As soon as the two young men heard this, they finally found a little support.

So I started to get busy.

The corpses were mutilated and had been bitten to death.

Routine cleansing of the corpse is definitely troublesome, but in this case, it doesn't matter whether the corpse is repaired or not.

If you have too many lice, you won’t be itchy; if you have too many debts, you won’t have to worry.

Just apply a layer of lime slurry and it's done.

Adding coal and oil, preparing to light the fire, the middle-aged man blew the flames and looked solemn.

The suppressed corpse will undergo a final "death" struggle before being incinerated, and its ferocity will be completely aroused.

More than half of the corpses that are raised will be raised the moment they are ignited.

This is a hell gate.

“Ho ho ho ho~~”

But at this moment, a corpse suddenly made a roar and began to shake.

"Ah~"

"Second uncle!"

The two young men screamed in fright and instinctively hid behind the middle-aged cremator.

The middle-aged corpse cremator was also shaking like chaff, and all the broken pieces of fire fell to the ground, and the three of them stomped back.

Before the fire was even started, it turned into a corpse!

Bad luck!

"Wow~"

Soon the corpse changed from shaking to completely rising, and the chains tightened violently, making a roaring sound.

A horrifying scene appeared. The corpse, which was originally just gray and chapped, quickly grew black corpse hair, and the sharp palms turned into corpse claws.

The most horrifying thing is the change in the head. The mandible "sizzles" and grows rapidly. A set of interlocking black corpse teeth grows out. The face is split, and the mouth teeth extend directly to the roots behind the ears.

It's actually a crack!

At the same time, the corpse's back quickly became rickety, with many bone spurs growing out, and its bloody eyes were scarlet.

This corpse is not a human corpse at all, it is clearly a humanoid black-haired corpse monster!

"Quack quack..."

What the corpse makes when it opens its mouth is not a roar, but a sound of bones and sticks clashing with each other, like the wagging tail of a rattlesnake. The steam rising up is like the actual corpse gas instantly igniting the corpse-killing charm, along with the glutinous rice at the entrance.

Quickly turned into ashes.

It pulled at the chain crazily, making the chain clank and sparks fly.

The terrifying power is frightening. The locks attached to the Thousand Jin Stone stretched and deformed under the horrified eyes of the cremator.

"Bang!"

An iron rope could not hold up and was broken first.

The black-haired monster sat up instantly, and the "quacking" sound became even more rapid.

"Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, two more iron ropes broke.

"Help~"

"Help!~!"

The three of them could no longer hold on and collapsed completely.

A guy was sitting on the ground, peeing like shit, crawling to the iron gate and beating wildly, asking for help.

Outside the iron gate, the centurion on duty had a gloomy face, turned his head and hurriedly said to his subordinates: "Quickly go and invite Master Yuan Qing."

"yes!"

A horseman responded and beat his horse away.

"Ah~~!"

As soon as the horse soldiers left, a scream came from the crematorium.

"Creak, creak, creak~"

That was the sound of the black-haired monster gnawing at the corpse.

There were also the cries of ghosts and howls of two other cremators.

The centurion remained unmoved, as if he had not heard at all.

This is the life of the cremator.

There are tens of millions of corpses in the world. It is impossible for all corpses to be transported thousands of miles to the cremation hall or even Kyoto for further processing. No dynasty can afford such expenses.

The meaning of the cremator's existence is to burn corpses while using his life to identify those corpses that need further processing.

As far as the eye is concerned, the black-haired corpse monster will become less ferocious after devouring the flesh and blood of the corpse cremator.

When Temple Master Yuan Qing arrives, we will be much more sure of restraining the corpse.

As for the cremator inside.

In troubled times, the most indispensable thing is people; the least valuable thing is human life.
Chapter completed!