Including the time for burning the corpse, more than five hours passed.

The prison guard's shift has arrived, and patrols have become frequent, making it difficult for Qin He to enter the corpse-burning hall again.

But he didn't want to go anymore. He used to burn three to five bodies a day and didn't even realize it. Now he suddenly burned twenty-eight bodies. The fatigue in his mind made him yawn and become a little drowsy.

The shadow puppet interpretation is presented in the mind, which consumes energy. If it is burned again, there will be problems, so there is no need to take risks.

Besides, the remaining corpses are basically from the capital, so there is nothing to do.

So drowsily, Qin He fell asleep, still in a dead sleep, snoring loudly.

About an hour later, the corpse-burning officials who had gone back to rest for the whole day began to arrive in front of the stone gate one after another.

There are rules in the corpse-burning hall. The stone gate must be opened by more than twenty people and two five-cent corpse-burning officials or one six-cent corpse-burning official.

The thing to guard against is the corpse inside, so that it can't be touched and cause trouble.

The seven or eight corpse-burning officials who came were bored and went outside the prison to "watch the monkeys."

Wei Wu was also there, holding a basket of steamed buns in his hand.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Wei Wu knocked on the door and said loudly: "Get up and eat, we will start working soon."

Some of the five cremators were already awake, while others were awakened even if they were not.

Except Qinhe.

The one who snores is quite disrespectful.

Wei Wu was a little unhappy. This guy had a unique way of working and slept like nothing else. After six hours, no matter how sleepy he was, he should have woken up.

"Which crematorium is he from?" Wei Wu asked with a dark face.

Several corpse cremators looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, Tao Dayong bravely replied: "Go back... back to the official, his name is Qin He and he is from the Dongcheng Corpse Crematorium."

"Wake him up quickly."

"Yes, sir."

Several corpse burners rushed to Qin He's side, pushing and slapping him in the face, and finally woke up Qin He.

Qin He looked sleepy, with marks on his face and drool at the corners of his mouth.

This is really not an act.

"Hello, sir."

After Qin He woke up, he grinned with a naive look on his face.

"Eat quickly and start working immediately."

Wei Wu lost half of his energy, opened the lock and placed a cage of steamed buns on the ground.

Needless to say, the cremators devoured the food like hungry dogs.

Qin He waited for them all to take it, and then went over to take two buns.

After taking a bite, I found that the food before starting work had actually been improved. It was vegetable buns with minced meat.

This thing is difficult to buy with money outside.

Qin He hurriedly grabbed two more and hid a few more in his arms.

The door was unlocked, so Qin He simply walked out of the prison and squatted in the corner, gnawing and waiting to watch the show.

Because he was very curious about the reaction of the cremators when they opened the stone door and found that, ah, all the corpses were gone.

Qin He just loves going to the theater.

After three steamed buns were eaten, twenty corpse-burning officers gathered together, and the stone door opened with a rumble.

A wave of hot air hit his face, and the expressions of all the corpse-burning officials suddenly changed.

Qin He opened thirty fire lids in one breath and left them open all night. It was strange that they were not hot.

The entire crematorium scene was in a mess, as if it had not been cleaned up before leaving.

What is even more shocking is that in all the cremation rooms, the fires are bright, but the cleansing tables are empty. The lids of the two coffins in the middle have fallen aside and have been opened.

"Corpse mutiny, array!"

Among them, a six-cent corpse-burning officer was startled and quickly drew out his sword.

All the corpse-burning officials were horrified and hurriedly took out their weapons.

The experienced ones even shouted, "Warning, warning!"

"Dangdangdang..."

Wei Wu reacted the fastest and hurried to the stone gate and sounded the warning gong.

The sound of the alarm spread along the gloomy prison passage to the entire prison.

There was a sudden storm, and upon hearing the news, a large number of police officers from Feiyu Factory rushed towards the cremation hall.

"What happened!"

A loud roar came from behind.

When the corpse-burning officials took a look, they immediately felt that they had found the backbone.

Wei Wu even shouted happily: "Master."

He was the one-eyed, seven-dollar corpse-burning officer, and the head of the corpse-burning hall, responsible for the slaughter of thousands of households and hundreds of hunters.

All the corpse-burning officials stepped aside one after another, and Tu Baishou strode to the front, with the evil aura surrounding him rising in the wind, as if it had materialized.

This scene made Qin He's eyes light up slightly.

He is worthy of being the boss of the corpse-burning hall. I don't know what other skills he has, but he is filled with evil spirits. As soon as he stops, most of the evil corpses can no longer move.

Evil spirit is also a kind of cultivation method, and it is inherently effective in suppressing corpses.

Qin He doesn't know the secret of this either.

"Master Qianhu, almost all the corpses from other provinces have disappeared. The corpse coffins have been opened, but no corpses have been found." A six-star cremator reported hurriedly.

Tu Baishou's one eye shone brightly as he scanned the corpse-burning hall. He paused for a moment on the spinning camera lamp and slowly walked inside.

The corpse-burning officers tightened their weapons and followed suit.

After entering the cremation hall, everyone finally saw the specific situation clearly.

All the fire covers in the crematoria were opened, and on top of the crematorium were corpses bathed in raging fire.

Most of them have been burned to ashes, and only two have not yet been burned.

One of them is a wonder.

Eighteen kinds of weapons were inserted into the corpse in various postures. At first glance, it looked like a porcupine with an exploded spine. The corpse was lying on the crematorium, with its hindquarters stuck out high, and a mace that was extremely cruel.

Pour most of it in.

Everyone felt that a certain flower was contracting.

Cruel!

So cruel!

What happened to this corpse?

The whole place was silent, completely confused as to what was happening.

Even the flesh on Tu Baishou's face was shaking constantly. After thirty years of burning corpses, he had never seen such a scene.

It took them a long time to figure out a fact.

The top thirty corpses in the cremation hall have all been put on the furnace, twenty-eight of them have been burned, and two more are being burned.

This kind of shock is unparalleled, especially the charming corpse in front of me that was ravaged for unknown reasons. It was half a year ago that Feiyuwei joined forces with Lingyun Temple, Jinguang Temple, Jiguanfu, Taoism, and Buddhism to suppress Feng Feng.

Mutated zombies in the corpse coffin.

After being sent here, it was appraised and could not be incinerated on the spot. It could only be slowly incinerated with a camera lamp, and then incinerated after it reached a certain level.

Unexpectedly, he was also burned.

The corpse is already charred and there is no possibility of raising it. It is only a matter of time before it is incinerated.

"We are here to meet the masters."

After a long while, Tu Baishou said something, his words filled with shock and admiration.

He can see some details that others can't see.

The eighteen weapons inserted into the corpse are engraved with the inscription "Auspicious Talisman" to suppress the corpse.

Since the weapons came from the Corpse Creation Hall, the inscriptions must have been engraved on them now. As for the "Auspicious Talisman", not to mention the inscription technique, even the inscriptions have been lost for hundreds of years.

The soul-stirring lamp had not been damaged. It was obvious that these corpses had never been exhumed, and the coffin lids had also been pried open from the outside.

A mysterious master entered here, opened the coffins, cut off the chains, carved inscriptions, and burned thirty corpses in one go.
Chapter completed!