Qin He was startled by his sudden idea.

no!

If you continue like this, you will become a "terrorist".

"Keep your heart, keep your heart!"

Qin He hurriedly shook these evil thoughts out of his mind.

You can't provoke a result that you may not be able to avoid. If someone loses his life, that will break the bottom line.

On the road to pursuing power, it is very important to keep the bottom line, otherwise one day, people will become monsters.

After thinking about it, Qin He realized that he had only one way to go.

That is to burn as many murderous corpses as possible to make up for the decrease in rewards.

Especially the corpses in the center, even if they are suppressed, the rewards will not be bad.

Just when Qin He was thinking hard about how to burn these corpses without attracting attention, the one-eyed corpse burner's loud voice rang out: "That's it for today's duty. Everyone, go back and have a rest. Come back in the next hour."

"yes."

All the corpse-burning officials responded one after another, then packed up their things and left.

Only three people were left to guard the unburned body.

Wei Wu came to Qin He and others and said, "I'll take you to where you live. We'll work for another day tomorrow and you should be able to go back."

After saying that, he led Qin He and others out of the corpse-burning hall and pointed to a prison: "Someone will bring food in a while. You can rest after eating. No matter what you hear or see, ignore it.

Just sleep."

Several cremators nodded quickly like chickens pecking at rice.

Wei Wu let everyone in, closed the door and locked it, and left.

Several of the corpse cremators looked tired and simply leaned or lay down. They worked for seven or eight hours in a row. They stayed up late without eating or drinking, and they were all exhausted.

It should be almost noon outside now.

Although Qin He didn't feel tired at all, he couldn't act independently, so he sat down against the wall and looked at the environment.

The prison is very simple, but it is fully furnished and has everything for eating, drinking, sleeping, sleeping, etc. Compared with the name of the prison, it can be regarded as a cell with excellent conditions.

The nearby prison was empty, and it seemed that the imperial prison did not often treat people favorably.

Sitting in Qinhe's position, you can see the stone gate in the corner of the corpse-burning hall.

After a while, the factory servant did bring food, a large cage full of steamed buns and a bucket of water.

When the corpse cremators saw it, their eyes widened.

They were all refugees. They finally ended up working in a crematorium and lived by eating mixed noodles and steamed buns.

flour?

I dare not even think about it.

As soon as the factory clerk opened the door and put down the cage, several corpse cremators rushed forward, grabbed the buns and wolfed them down until they choked and rolled their eyes.

"The starving ghost is reincarnated!"

When the factory manager saw this, he shook his head and locked the door and left.

Qin He's stomach wasn't digested yet and he had no appetite, but he still ate a dozen.

I have to sigh, the treatment of eating royal food is just different.

If the factory employees can feed these hungry ghosts in their eyes, then it is definitely not a good thing for them. Good things will only be kept for themselves.

Regardless of the dynasty, the government's rice bowl is indeed the most fragrant, and no one can starve them to death.

A large basket of steamed buns is enough for five cremators to eat, and all of them will have round bellies.

"It would be great if we could sneak in here and be on duty."

After eating and drinking, a short corpse cremator said with longing.

"I'm afraid it's a man!"

The other corpse cremator with a square face shook his head and said: "This kind of job must be closely related to the officials' children with connections. Let's not think too much. What can enter the corpse cremation hall? It's just a casual comment. It's a donkey."

A working carrot."

The cremators thought it made sense, and no one refuted it.

"It's fate that we brothers can get together. No matter how long we stay together in the future, let's get to know each other. Who knows, one day Naihe Qiaotou will bump into each other again." The square-faced corpse cremator added.

After several people had eaten and drank enough to regain some energy, they introduced themselves one after another.

The square-faced corpse cremator is named Tao Dayong, a native of Liaodong who came to the capital as a refugee.

The short corpse cremator was called Li Ergou, a native of Lu.

The other two were also from refugee backgrounds, and the last one was not the one who burned the corpse without restraining it but burned the corpse-suppressing charm. His name was Qian Mancang, from Cen County, Gyeonggi Province.

Tao Dayong was more talkative, and asked mysteriously: "Do you know why so many corpses suddenly appeared in this cremation hall?"

Several corpse cremators shook their heads, but Qian Mancang was about to speak but hesitated, as if he remembered something and held back.

"Why?" Qin He asked.

He also found it strange that the cremators in the corpse cremation hall were divided into two shifts. Logically speaking, even if half of them were chopped down by the Ambago animal, it was only a little over a day, and it was impossible to accumulate so many corpses.

Something is wrong, something is going on.

After Tao Dayong had whetted his appetite, he carefully looked around and said, "I heard from people that in the past six months or so, corpses brought to the capital from various places have often been robbed on the road. Feiyu Guards dispatched troops to investigate.

After a long time, I finally found part of the robbed body in a temple."

After saying that, he pursed his lips toward the stone door of the corpse-burning hall and said, "Well, those are the ones inside."

"The corpse was also robbed, and it was both vicious and unlucky. What... is this for?" Li Ergou's eyes widened when he heard this.

"You don't understand this."

Tao Dayong said with a beaming expression: "These corpses are definitely useless against our suffering, but they are of great use against some evil spirits. It is said that they can use corpses to make corpse puppets, which is very powerful."

Several cremators looked surprised.

Qin He took a special look at Qian Mancang and found that he had no expression of surprise or curiosity. He seemed to know about it.

"Where is that temple?"

Qin He's interest was aroused. Someone who robbed corpses must have some evil intentions. If he could find a nest of corpses, he would make a lot of money.

"It is said that it was the Jing'an Temple in Liniu Mountain. The Feiyu Guards surrounded and suppressed it, and many people died." Tao Dayong whispered.

Qin He silently wrote it down, thinking that he would take a trip when he had time to see if he could make a "windfall".

Liniu Mountain is not far from here, just over a day's journey.

Forget about robbing the body, but it's so close to the capital. I don't know who is so bold.

Afterwards, Qin He asked a few more questions. It was obvious that Tao Dayong only knew so much, so the topic changed.

While chatting, they returned to Feiyu Guard. Li Ergou asked: "Don't Feiyu Guard have two corpse burning halls? Where is the other corpse burning hall?"

"Feiyu Guard actually only has one corpse-burning hall, and the other one is not called the corpse-burning hall, but the corpse-suppressing hall. It was reported wrongly." At this time, Qian Mancang, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"Where is the Corpse Hall?" Li Ergou continued to ask.

Although being a corpse cremator is precarious, I am still curious enough about the information in this industry.

"It's behind the big iron gate inside." Qian Mancang whispered.

"ah?"
Chapter completed!