This matter has to start with the mutated corpse that ran away a few days ago.

The zombie bit No. 6 to death silently. The factory clerk who took over the pursuit followed him not far before he lost the clue and searched for a long time but found nothing.

The factory manager took a look and decided to go back home.

Anyway, there are not twenty but fifteen zombies that run away every year.

He just ran away. The transformed corpse ran away from the corpse crematorium. If something happened, the corpse crematorium would be in trouble. After tracking him for a long time, he could return to work.

The factory officer left, and Xu Changshou was anxious.

Who is this Xu Changshou?

It was the officer on duty who Qin He asked to dispose of the scholar's ashes himself. There were four officers on duty that night, and he was one of them.

Speaking of Xu Changshou, his ancestors can be considered rich. After two generations of wealth, he was not so good in his father's generation.

But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and a broken ship has three thousand nails.

Xu Changshou lived a pretty good life since he was a child and did a lot of things, but he just wasn't very successful and he was half-assed at everything he did.

When I first started studying, I was good at writing and arithmetic, but when it came to taking the examination for merit and fame, I was a bit far behind.

Then he went to learn martial arts, and he was just so-so. Three or two ordinary people were really no match for him, but that was the end.

I went to find a job again, doing business with an uncle. After struggling for several years, you may say I lost money, I didn’t lose money, I made a profit. Anyway, it all ended up in my stomach, and my family didn’t have much money left.

This man was already in his twenties in a blink of an eye, and he had been delayed for many years without getting his wife back.

But it's not right to say that he gained nothing from all those years of hard work.

He has made many friends and loves to make friends.

The more friends you have, the better the information will be. Half a year ago, I was drinking with a friend and found out that a mutated corpse escaped from the Dongcheng Corpse Crematorium. It was said that the mutated corpse had attacked one of Wei Qiansui's caravans. Wei Qiansui knocked him down with a board and Dongcheng soldiers

Ma Si masturbated half of the time from top to bottom, and the four officers on duty were directly arrested and sent to prison. One of the officers' waiting list was actually empty.

Here we have to talk about the officialdom of the Dali Dynasty.

Since the founding of the Li Dynasty, princes have been granted the title of princes from generation to generation, hereditary and irreplaceable. As a result, there are now fat and oily princes everywhere in the Li Dynasty, and the court is so poor that it is like wearing trousers.

But in the Dali Dynasty, it was not only the princes who were hereditary, but also the subordinates.

The so-called subordinate staff are those people who work around the masters, servants, minor officials, etc. next to the official.

According to the imperial decree of the Emperor, whoever and so-and-so will take up the post. If an official is just a bare-bones official, nothing will be done. He must rely on a group of people who are familiar with government affairs and know the local customs to do things. Only then can he be considered an official.

Except for the officials with special commissions, all other officials in the government office are subordinate officials. The same goes for the officials at the crematorium.

Subordinate officials are hereditary, with fathers passing down their sons, and sons passing down their grandsons. They receive official food from generation to generation. There are no sons to pass on to brothers, not even brothers, not even cousins.

Therefore, vacancies of subordinate staff are not common.

Xu Changshou was interested when he heard this.

I am only half-qualified in everything I do. If I can serve a bowl of official rice, I dare not say that I will shine on the lintel, but at least I can live a good life.

There was no trace of ink, so I immediately went home to collect some money because of my drunkenness, found another friend to guide me, and went to buy a job.

Maybe he went there early, hey, he really made the purchase.

The vacancy was successfully filled, and the errand of the corpse-burning station started to work.

Half a year later, Xu Changshou felt that everything was going well.

Until a few days ago, a transformed corpse escaped from the crematorium.

He realized that if you are not lucky in this place, you will be in bad luck.

The fate of the four former officials was right in front of him, and when he thought about it, he felt a little restless. At the foot of the imperial city, who knew who the corpse was attacking, maybe it was a relative of the emperor.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, so he asked three other companions to figure out what to do.

As a result, when I was looking for someone, I heard three people hiding in the corner muttering.

One said that it would be difficult to deal with the corpse if it ran away, and something might happen.

The other one said that he was scared, and if something happened, Xu Changshou would be the one to take care of him.

The third one said even more clearly that Master Cao arranged for Xu Changshou to come to the crematorium just to hold up the vat, so as not to harm one of his own.

One of our own?

When Xu Changshou heard the conversation between the three of them, he broke into a cold sweat.

When he first entered the crematorium, he felt a little strange. He didn't expect that there was such a thing in the middle.

Who is Mr. Cao? The "Second Master" of the Dongcheng Military and Horse Division. All the subordinate officials in this area obey him. Outsiders call them the "Gang of subordinate officials". Except for Mr. Liu of the Military and Horse Division, he is the most effective in speaking.

, there is no shortage of the little bit of money that I can show my filial piety.

Xu Changshou felt regretful and afraid in his heart. As soon as he closed his eyes, he dreamed that he was being held in prison.

It stands to reason that whether the transformed zombie will attack people is a matter of debate. Even if it does attack people, it does not necessarily mean that it is a big shot.

But Xu Changshou was uneasy, always feeling like something was going to happen.

Speaking of people, sometimes premonitions are surprisingly accurate.

No matter what you are afraid of, the transformed zombie will really attack people.

The one who jumped was the nephew who was the minister of the Ministry of War.

It is said that in the middle of the night, the nephew of the Minister of War came out of Yihongyuan in a sedan chair, eating hot pot and singing songs. At the entrance of a dark alley in the middle of winter, he was suddenly attacked by a zombie.

The people in the sedan, as well as the two bearers, all died violently, and the wooden sedan was torn to pieces.

This scene happened to be seen by Lao Bangzi, who was on duty in Xicheng. He howled in fright and summoned the yamen from the Xicheng Army and Horses Department.

The Yamen servant went to take a look and found out that something was wrong. He was the nephew of Mr. Liu, the Minister of War.

A group of government officials muttered for a long time not knowing what to do, but what else could they do if everyone was dead? Let's inform Mr. Liu.

Master Liu hurriedly came to the scene to take a look, howling and sitting on the ground.

The Military and Horse Departments in the two cities also knew that something had happened, and they were so frightened that they trembled. The Minister of War was a third-rank official in the court and the immediate superior of the Military and Horse Department.

Especially the Dongcheng Soldiers and Horses Department. As soon as Lao Bangzi described it, the thing that attacked people was the transformed corpse running in the Dongcheng crematorium.

But for the entire day, the Dongcheng Army and Horse Department did not wait for Master Liu's thunderous wrath until dark.

Mr. Liu showed up, where is the Dongcheng Crematorium.

When he came, he just said: "I have no children, so I regard my nephew as my own son. It is God's will for people to suffer misfortunes. I don't blame you, but there is one thing. My nephew's remains must be left behind."

Upon hearing this, several adults from the Military and Horse Department were grateful and called Master Liu Qingtian.

People gathered around, including the corpse cremators. They saw that although Mr. Liu's nephew's face was a little pale, there were no body spots. When the car moved, the body was still soft and limp, and everyone's back suddenly felt.

Feeling cold.

Dead but not stiff, this is no longer a mutation, but a proper vicious corpse.

According to the rules, it should be handed over to Feiyu Guards.

But Mr. Liu said that the bones must be kept, but the Feiyu Guards never brought in the bones, regardless of whether they were alive or corpses.

Mr. Liu has spoken, and it doesn't matter whether it is in compliance with the rules or not. He just wants to keep his nephew's remains for a good burial, which is understandable.
Chapter completed!