Late at night, a corpse was burning quietly in front of Qin He, occasionally making one or two explosion sounds.

After being stunned for a moment, chaotic memories came over him like a flood, and Qin He's heart was suddenly filled with 10,000 alpacas.

Actually... traveled through time.

This is the crematorium of the Bingma Division in the east city of Kyoto during the Dali Dynasty. I am a cremator.

Nowadays, the court is corrupt, the plague is rampant, the refugees in the south are rebelling against Chidi Qianli, and the Dilu are invading in the north to massacre the city and plunder the land, and the Li Dynasty is in turmoil.

Different from the time and space I once lived in, the chaos and turmoil here are ten times and a hundred times greater. Warriors and strangers use force to break the law, and there are even unspeakable demons and ghosts that cannibalize human bones.

The righteous path has no light, and people are like grass and grass.

If the time and space in the previous life were the human world, then this place would be hell.

The crematorium was a place specially used by the Dali Dynasty to deal with mutated corpses. People throughout the ages have insisted on burying the whole corpse into the ground. Burning corpses is a great disrespect for the deceased. Only corpses that have undergone mutations will adopt this extreme method.

method of processing.

"ah!"

Suddenly there was a scream not far away.

Qin He's heart trembled, another one died.

The "crunching" gnawing sound that followed made his scalp numb.

The transformation into a zombie is unusual. If you don't do it right, it will turn into a corpse and attack people, which is very dangerous.

This is already the third one this month.

Even so, the corpse cremators are all one-in-a-million people with tough fortunes. If they were ordinary people, they might not be able to survive even a day.

The crematorium is backed by the capital city and faces the Grand Canal. It is a gathering place for merchants and travelers from the south to the north. It is a place where three religions and nine streams gather.

There are countless people who drowned, died unjustly, died of starvation, and were beaten to death. If the corpse is resentful, it is possible for it to transform into a corpse.

Naturally, Qinhe could not burn such a quantity alone. There were a total of eighteen corpse cremators in the crematorium in the east of the city.

The cremation rooms are lined up in rows, with one craftsman per room. The doors are closed and locked before the corpse is burned. If the corpse changes, the craftsman will definitely die.

Bad luck and danger are the reflection of the corpse burner's situation.

But despite all the bad things in this business, there is one thing: having a house to live in and food to eat.

Qin He was originally a refugee in western Shanxi. He narrowly escaped death and ended up living in the capital. He was picked on by officials at the crematorium, and when he came to this crematorium, he was envied by many refugees.

If you don't do it, you will be thrown back into the homeless pile tomorrow and starve to death.

The corpse in front of me had been burned to the point where only a human figure was left, and it was impossible to attack him.

In this troubled world, I have lived one more day.

"This evil obstacle must be surrendered quickly!"

The order sounded. It was the official on duty who heard the sound and rushed over to deal with the corpse.

After ping-ping-pong-pong for a while, it finally calmed down.

Soon a voice shouted: "There is a vacancy for cremator No. 9, please fill it in as soon as possible!"

Number nine.

The next door neighbor is number seven.

Qin He recognized No. 9, a man in his thirties who had arrived just a few days before him. He didn't expect to lose his life so quickly.

Qin He inquired and found out that the oldest person among the corpse cremators had only been here for half a year.

In other words, in about half a year, almost everyone here will die once, and then be replaced by a new corpse cremator, and the cycle starts over and over again, seemingly without an end.

Qin He didn't know how long he could live, so he could only pray that his luck would be good enough every day.

Pulling the bellows, the coal stove for burning the corpse burned red, and the charred corpse was burned into pieces in a short time. When the fire came into contact with the fresh "fuel", the flames that sprang up also turned green.

At this time, Qin He's eyes gradually became blurry, a huge gray-white curtain slowly dropped, and the sound of wooden bangs penetrated the dim light, swaying.

The shadow puppet interpretation is like illusion and reality, it is the life of the deceased.

The deceased was a scholar. His father was the magistrate of Longchuan County. His family was fairly well off. He was very smart since he was a child. After studying hard for ten years, he became proficient in writing.

On the day when he went to Beijing to take the exam, his parents and relatives from his hometown saw each other off. The deceased was also in high spirits, just waiting to return home in fine clothes and shine on his family's lintel.

However, God's will was not good, and the scholar failed the first examination and returned home sadly. His father was involved in a joint case and was dismissed from office, and he soon died in depression.

The "father" who had been separated from each other for a long time suddenly changed his face, ridiculing, ridiculing, and sarcastically. He was so enthusiastic at first, but he was so venomous later on.

The scholar was so shocked and discouraged that he found it difficult to write the articles he wrote like a god.

Fortunately, a childhood sweetheart woman often comforted him, and he regained his fighting spirit.

Three years later, the scholar spent all his money and went to Beijing again to take the exam.

The childhood sweethearts said goodbye to each other in tears, saying that they had convinced their parents that no matter what the result of the exam was, the day they returned home would be the wedding day.

The two are in love with each other, reluctant to part with each other, and return every ten steps.

Unfortunately, flowers and candles in the bridal chamber are already a blessing, and being named on the gold medal list is another blessing. These blessings are unparalleled and the scholar cannot bear them.

He died before he reached the capital.

The scholar first took a carriage to the canal, and then took a boat to Beijing. When the boat arrived at Tonghui, a strong wind suddenly rolled up the water dragon, and the boat sank. The scholar did not know how to swim and drowned.

The wooden poles stirred, and the shadow puppets showed the scholar's struggle and unwillingness when drowning, and there seemed to be monsters wandering around the sunken ship.

The body was not picked up by river patrolmen until three days later. Since no identification could be found, they were dragged to a mass grave and buried hastily.

But the scholar was obsessed with his unmarried wife and refused to be buried. So that night she crawled out of the soil again and transformed into a corpse.

After many twists and turns, he was finally sent to Qinhe. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only turn into ashes.

The curtain rose, and the scholar's shadow puppet turned into a phantom and disappeared into the shadow puppet lamp. The lamp slowly rose, illuminating a huge copper scale. On the scale stood a man in black robes, looking down like a god.

The shadow puppet lamp fell into the weighing pan, and the man in black robe lifted up slightly.

"When the soul is judged, I will weigh it in the scale of judgment." The man in black robe opened his mouth, and the scene in front of him slowly dispersed like water ripples.

Qin He raised his hand and saw a red fruit in his hand.

The message of this fruit appears in your mind: This is a fruit from the abyss, it will make you full of power.

Qin He grinned, and a wave of excitement flowed through his body.

Burning corpses, weighing souls, rewards... isn't this the standard feature of legendary time travel - plug-ins?

I just don’t know whether it’s a system or a miracle.

The man in black robe looked like the legendary God of Death. His whole body was huddled in the black robe, and his face was also pitch black.

Qin He smelled the red fruit, and a rich fruity aroma rushed into his lungs, making his mouth water.

Without hesitation, he ate it in one bite.

The fruit turns sweet in the mouth and goes straight down the throat to the limbs and bones, and the muscles all over the body suddenly crackle and swell.

In a few breaths, Qin He's originally thin body grew bigger, and even his face became more three-dimensional.

"Cool!"

Qin He couldn't help shouting.

I waved my fist a few times, and my strength more than doubled. I wanted to burn another one.

This reward is simply too exciting. If you rely on exercise, it will be impossible to achieve it in less than a few months, and you must eat and drink enough.

Unfortunately, this is not possible for the time being. We will burn as many corpses as we bring in before the crematorium closes. We will not have them until tomorrow.

The watchman's drumming could be heard in the distance, and it was already five o'clock in the morning.

The time for burning corpses is arranged by the government at night. It is said that it is in the middle of the night. The soul of the deceased can only walk to the underworld after losing the body. Otherwise, if the soul lingers, supernatural events that are more terrifying than the corpse will occur.

Qin He didn't know much about this, but the government office said so, and the corpses were always delivered at night and never during the day.

After extinguishing the fire and shoveling the ashes into the iron bucket, it was already daylight.

"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

With the sound of a gong, the large iron doors of the crematoria opened one after another.

Qin He picked up the ash bucket and was about to step out of the room.

"Crematorium No. 6 is vacant!"
Chapter completed!