Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

In the middle of the night, a corpse was quietly burning in front of Qin He, with occasional crackling sounds.

After a moment of daze, a flood of messy memories hit Qin He, and Qin He's heart was suddenly filled with 10,000 alpacas.

Actually... crossed over.

This is the crematorium of Bingmasi in Dongcheng, capital of Dali Dynasty, and he is a cremator.

Nowadays, the court is corrupt and the plague is rampant. There are refugees rebelling for thousands of miles in the south, and Dilu invades and slaughters the city and plunders the land in the north. The Dali Dynasty is in turmoil.

Different from the time and space that he lived in, the chaos and turmoil here are ten times and a hundred times more. Warriors and aliens use martial arts to violate the ban, and there are even unspeakable monsters and ghosts that cannibalize people and sleep on their bones.

There is no light in the righteous way, and people are like worthless.

If the time and space in the previous life was the human world, then this place is hell.

The crematorium is a place specially used to dispose of corpses in the Dali Dynasty. People throughout the ages have paid attention to burial of a whole corpse, and cremation is disrespectful to the dead. Only mutated corpses will be treated in this extreme way.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream not far away.

Qin He's heart shuddered, and another one died.

The "creaking" gnawing sound that followed made his scalp tingle even more.

Turning into a corpse is unusual, and if one is not good, the corpse will jump up and attack people, which is very dangerous.

This is already the third of this month.

As far as this is concerned, all cremators are one in a million people with tough fates. If they were ordinary people, they might not be able to survive a day.

The crematorium is backed by the capital city, facing the Grand Canal, and it is a place where the three religions and nine streams gather.

Those who drowned, died unjustly, starved to death, and beat to death are countless. If the dead body has resentment, it may change into a dead body.

Such a large number of Qin He could not be burnt by himself. There were 18 cremators in the crematorium in the east of the city.

The crematoriums were lined up in a row, with one carpenter for each room, and the doors were closed and locked before the cremation. If the corpse changed, the carpenter would surely die.

Bad luck and danger are the portrayal of the cremator's situation.

But there are all kinds of bad things in this business, but there is one thing, there is room to live and food to eat.

Qin He was originally a refugee from the west of Shanxi Province. He escaped from death and was exiled to the capital. He was caught by the officials of the crematorium.

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

The corpse in front of him had been burnt to the point where only a human figure was left, and it was impossible to pounce on someone.

In this troubled world, I lived another day.

"Evil barrier, hurry up and subdue the law!"

The order sounded, and it was the officer on duty who had arrived after hearing the sound and was dealing with the dead body.

After ping-pong-pong for a while, it returned to calm.

Soon a voice shouted: "No. 9 cremator is vacant, make up the recording as soon as possible!"

number nine.

The neighbor next door, himself is number seven.

Qin He recognized No. 9, a man in his thirties, who arrived just a few days before him, and did not expect to lose his life so soon.

Qin He had inquired that the oldest person among the 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 cremator.

Qin He doesn't know how long he can live, so he can only pray that his luck is good enough every day.

Pulling the bellows, the coal furnace for cremating the corpse was burning red, and the scorched corpse was burnt into sections in a short while. The fire touched the fresh "fuel", and the flames that sprang up also turned green.

At this time, Qin He's eyes gradually became blurred, a huge gray and white curtain slowly fell down, and the sound of wooden clapper knocking pierced the dim light, swaying vividly.

The interpretation of shadow puppetry seems to be unreal, it is the life of the deceased.

The deceased was a scholar, his father was the county magistrate of Longchuan, his family background was not bad, he was extremely intelligent since he was a child, and after ten years of hard study, his writing skills were excellent.

On the day of going to Beijing for the exam, the elders in the hometown saw them off from ten miles away, and the deceased was also very high-spirited, waiting to return home in full glory.

However, God's will is not good, and the scholar who rushed to take the exam for the first time failed, and returned home sadly. When his father was involved in a joint case, he was dismissed from office and soon died of depression.

The "elders" who had been sending each other off for ten miles changed their faces in an instant, ridiculing, mocking, and sarcasm. They were so enthusiastic at first, but then they had a vicious tongue behind them.

The scholar was hit hard, his heart was broken, and it was difficult to write an article like a god.

Fortunately, a childhood sweetheart woman often comforted him, which made him regain his fighting spirit.

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

The childhood sweetheart parted with tears, saying that she had persuaded her parents that no matter what the result of the rush exam was, the day of returning home would be the time of the bridal chamber.

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

It's a pity that the bridal chamber is already a blessing, and the title on the gold list is another blessing. The blessing is unparalleled, and the scholar can't bear it.

Before reaching the capital, he died.

The scholar first drove to the canal in a horse-drawn carriage, and then entered Beijing by boat. The boat sailed to Tonghui. Suddenly, a strong wind whipped up a water dragon, and the boat sank. The scholar couldn't swim, so he drowned to death.

The wooden pole is moved, the shadow puppet shows the struggle and unwillingness of the scholar when he drowns, and there seem to be monsters cruising around the sunken ship.

The body was not picked up by river patrolmen until three days later, and because they could not find identification, they dragged it to a mass grave and buried it hastily.

But the scholar was obsessed with his unmarried wife and refused to go into the soil, so he crawled out of the soil that night and became a corpse.

After going through many twists and turns, they were finally sent to Qinhe. Even though they were unwilling, they could only be reduced to ashes.

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

The shadow puppet lamp fell into the weighing pan, and the man in black raised it slightly.

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

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

The message of this fruit appeared in my mind: this is a fruit from the abyss, it will make you full of strength.

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

Burning corpses, weighing souls, rewards... Isn't this the standard equipment for time travel in the legend - cheats?

I just don't know if it's a system or a miracle.

The black-robed man looked like a 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 strong fruity aroma rushed into his lungs, making his mouth salivate.

Without hesitation, he swallowed it in one gulp.

The fruit turned into sweetness in the mouth, and went straight down the throat into the limbs and bones, and the muscles of the whole body suddenly crackled and swelled.

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 but let out a cry.

After swinging his fist a few times, his strength more than doubled, and he couldn't wait to burn another one.

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

It's a pity that it's not possible for the time being. Only a few corpses brought in before the crematorium closes will be burned, and it won't be until tomorrow when the crematorium is finished.

In the distance came the watchman's watch drum, and it was five watch.

The time for burning corpses was arranged by the government office at night. It was said that in the middle of the night, the soul of the deceased could only walk to the underworld after losing the corpse.

Qin He didn't understand these things very well, anyway, that's what the government said, and the corpses were delivered at night, never during the day.

After the fire was extinguished and the ashes were shoveled into the iron bucket, it was already dawn.

"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

With the sound of a gong, the large iron gates leading to the crematoriums opened one after another.

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

"No. 6 crematorium is vacant!"

The voice of the officer on duty sounded again.