"Ah~"

"Help~"

The screams continued, and after a while, the screams stopped suddenly when the last cremator was tackled.

The cold wind was blowing, and the smell of blood was flying in the air. Blood gurgled out from the gaps in the iron door, turning the already dark red marble floor red again.

"Wow~"

The sound of the iron chains clashing sounded again and again, but strangely it slowly became quiet.

The centurion listened intently and could not help but frown slightly.

The black-haired zombie is extremely powerful and ferocious. It is a type of zombie, but its intelligence is not very high. Compared with other types of zombies, it is relatively stronger, but there is no qualitative difference. It is a kind of zombie that basically relies on instinct to act.

Corpse monster.

After the black-haired zombie devours flesh and blood, although its ferocity will be reduced like a well-fed beast, it is still restless.

The most common behavior is to break down the door and escape.

This is also the most consistent behavior of all the zombies after committing the crime.

But inside the corpse-burning room, there was silence.

Seems a little unusual.

"Where is the Master of Yuanqing Monastery?" the centurion asked.

"Sir, he is at Cuixiang Tower and will be there soon." One of his subordinates said.

The centurion calmed down and waited with his arms crossed.

After about a stick of incense, Master Yuan Qing arrived.

He was a slant-eyed alchemist with a pointed and thin face, and his eyes revealed philistinism and greed. He was riding in a sedan chair, carried by two bearers with dull faces, and walked very fast.

The horsemen followed on horseback, but fell behind.

Before the sedan bearers arrived, the voices of the two bearers came first: "Master Yuan Qing has arrived, Master Yuan Qing has arrived!"

The voices were overlapping and stiff, without any hint of popularity.

"I've met Master Yuan Qing."

The centurion glanced at the two bearers and stepped forward to greet them.

"Grains and grains are all in the world of mortals, and gold, silver, and jewels are walking up the street. The master of this temple recognizes money but not people. Is there any silver?" The slant-eyed alchemist read a few sentences in a cadence, straight to the point, and extended his hand like this, his face full of greed.

"Don't worry, Master. I don't dare to disturb the Master without respect."

The centurion nodded and waved, and a soldier hurriedly stepped forward and opened a small box in his arms. Inside were four white silver ingots.

"It will be easier if you have money." The slant-eyed alchemist smiled, stretched out his hand to put the silver ingot into his arms, and asked, "What's going on tonight?"

"Going back to the master, there are five black-haired corpses and one corpse. The cremator has been killed." The centurion said.

After the corpse chaos began, Governor Sun Yuanhua posted a list to invite strangers from all over the world to suppress the corpses. There was a bit of chaos at first, and there were endless scammers, but there were also a few people with real abilities.

This slant-eyed alchemist is one of them.

He calls himself the Master of Yuanqing Temple, but he doesn’t know who he is.

The governor's office doesn't care about the bottom line. As long as it can be driven, it will be used.

"It's just black hair and stiff hair, simple." The slant-eyed alchemist shook his head and ordered the two bearers: "Get off the sedan."

But the two bearers in front and behind had dull eyes and were indifferent.

"I said get off the sedan chair."

The squinting sorcerer repeated it again.

Only then did the two bearers move. What was strange was that they did not leave the sedan but walked forward quickly, taking more than thirty steps in the blink of an eye.

"Stop, stop."

The squinting sorcerer hurriedly slapped the sedan bars.

The two bearers stopped again and shouted at the same time: "Master Yuan Qing, stop! Master Yuan Qing, stop!"

The slant-eyed alchemist had a hateful expression on his face, "Go back."

"Master Yuan Qing, go back, Master Yuan Qing, go back!"

The two bearers quickly turned around and returned to their original positions.

The centurion watched quietly, accustomed to it.

The two bearers, who were slant-eyed alchemists, carried the sedan very quickly and did not eat or drink. They wore single clothes and short coats in the cold winter months, but they often malfunctioned.

If it were a peaceful and prosperous time, Master Yuan Qing would be wanted immediately if he dared to show off in the market. But in these troubled times, as long as he can be used, it doesn't matter whether he is a ghost or a snake.

"I said get off the sedan chair."

The slant-eyed alchemist repeated it again in despair.

"Master Yuan Qing gets off the sedan, Master Yuan Qing gets off the sedan!"

The two bearers then lowered the sedan chair, with the same swift movements as before. The sedan fell to the ground with a "swish" sound. The squinting alchemist paused in mid-air for a moment before falling down. He sat down heavily on the sedan seat, and he jumped in anger.

He got up and kicked the bearer violently, cursing: "You idiot, what use are you to me~"

As a result, the bearer was kicked but did not move at all, like a wooden stake.

On the other hand, the slant-eyed alchemist said "Ouch" and backed away while covering his feet, almost not falling down.

"Master, there has been no movement inside for a long time. Please take a look as soon as possible." The centurion did not want to wait any longer for the slant-eyed alchemist to fuss, and stepped forward to urge him.

Linqing City is an important logistics area for the former army. If anything goes wrong, no one can afford it and the governor's office will blame it.

Otherwise, it would not be necessary to carry a large amount of money with the team and hire strangers like cross-eyed magicians to take action at any time.

I consciously told him that something was not right inside.

It's too quiet.

"snort!"

The slant-eyed alchemist snorted coldly, then packed up his clothes and walked to the door of the crematorium, saying: "Open the door."

The two soldiers hurriedly walked to the door, opened the big lock on the door, and then stepped back and pulled hard on the long rope tied to the door.

"Squeak~"

The door slowly opened with a grinding sound.

"Quack quack~"

"Bang!"

Just as a crack was exposed in the door, a loud bang was heard.

A black-haired thing suddenly pounced on the slant-eyed sorcerer.

It’s a black-haired corpse monster!

The limbs were still dragging the broken chains, making a clattering sound.

"evil creature!"

The slant-eyed alchemist focused his gaze, pushed with his hand, and a piece of yellow cloth flew out from his sleeve. In an instant, it swelled up in the wind and covered the black-haired corpse monster head-on. Water ripples swayed under his feet, and he took two steps to the side.

In the blink of an eye, a person and a corpse are intertwined.

The black-haired corpse monster was covered with yellow cloth, and when it landed, it instinctively tore the yellow cloth.

But as soon as the yellow cloth was pulled off, a corpse-suppressing talisman prepared by the slant-eyed alchemist was attached to its forehead like lightning.

This is a silver corpse-suppressing talisman. The black-haired corpse monster will fall down if it sticks to it.

In two breaths, the battle is over.

It was so fast that people could hardly react.

"The master has good means."

The centurion nodded, this was not a compliment.

"It's just a black-haired zombie. If it's a jumping stiff, I, the master of the temple, will have to cheer up. You can keep the body and remember to return the corpse-suppressing charm to me." The slant-eyed alchemist smiled scornfully.

But the words just fell.

"Quack~"

"Quack quack~"

The horrifying sound sounded again.

It's not the black-haired corpse monster lying on the ground, but inside the crematorium.

Several times, not just one.

"Quack quack~"

The next moment, three black-haired corpse monsters jumped out of the corpse-burning room at the same time, landed next to the black-haired corpse monster that fell to the ground, and tore the yellow cloth. At the same time, a "quacking" sound was also heard from the roof of the corpse-burning room.

Shockingly it’s another one!

What's different is that its back is covered with spines, which look like the spines of Spinosaurus at first glance, with more black hair and scarlet blood eyes.

Almost as soon as everyone raised their heads, it swooped down and landed on a soldier who was pulling the rope to open the door with the force of a mountain. In an instant, a wave of blood flew out, and the body was suddenly broken into pieces, and he didn't even have time to scream.

When the centurion saw it, panic appeared on his face and he exclaimed: "Jumping!!"

The slant-eyed alchemist also looked shocked.

He reacted the fastest, turned around and ran towards the sedan: "Run!"

Jumping Zombie is a mutated zombie among the Black-haired Zombies. He is naturally the leader of the Black-haired Zombies and possesses a certain amount of intelligence.

The low-minded black-haired zombies who are alone are easy to deal with, but the black-haired zombies in groups are terrifying, and the strength of jumping zombies is much higher than that of black-haired zombies.

This situation is completely out of control.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!!"

The centurion yelled, turned around and ran away.

However, no matter how fast he and the slant-eyed magician were, there were two people faster than them.

who?

Those two wooden bearers.

I saw them lifting up the empty sedan with a "swish" sound, and riding away like a feather!

After a few breaths, he disappeared, and only the remaining sound came back: "Master Yuan Qing, run quickly, Master Yuan Qing, run quickly!"

The slant-eyed alchemist who fell behind suddenly turned green.
Chapter completed!