After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 227

"Wei Wu!"

"Brother Wu!"

Gong Tianxing and others were shocked and hurried to help Wei Wu.

Wei Wu lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Help him up and take a look.

Good guy.

A cow hoof print was imprinted directly on my face, causing it to swell up visibly.

"Why did your cow kick people?" Wei Yuanji questioned Qin He.

Qin He looked innocent: "What can I do if a cow rubs its hooves? Can I move that place?"

"you……"

Wei Yuanji suddenly felt that what Qin He said made a lot of sense, and was speechless for a moment.

Yes.

Cows are animals, so it's normal for them to be hit by a hoof when you tease them.

If you were to use a donkey, don't even think about teasing it, it would kick you with both hooves if you get close to it.

"You two, since the taste doesn't match, then I, Feiyuwei, will not accompany you anymore." Gong Tianxing's face was a little dark. He wanted to scold Qin He, but he couldn't find a reason for a while.

What’s more important is that Qin He, this kid, has a shiny gilded copper coin hanging on his chest.

There is nothing we can do about it. We are all crematorium officials. How can we let outsiders laugh at us and watch our internal strife?

As the second-in-command of the Corpse Cremation Hall, Gong Tianxing's awareness in this regard is naturally higher than Wei Yuanji's.

Moreover, it seems that his senior brother Tu Baishou wants to transfer him to the Corpse Crematorium.

"Help Xiao Wu go back and apply a facial mask!" Gong Tianxing waved his hand unhappily and said to Qin He, "You also stay back. You are not allowed to leave the camp unless necessary."

"Yes, sir." Qin He agreed quickly.

Everyone then helped Wei Wu and entered one after another.

Xu Changshou, Li Tie and others who were waiting inside the camp gate also hurried out and surrounded Qin He as he walked back, and they also took the cow away.

They were afraid that the monks and Taoists would suddenly attack and hurt people.

Once the camp gate was closed, only the monks and Taoists were left standing in the cold wind, at a loss as to what to do.

Gong Tianxing works in the crematorium, burning corpses every day. He really doesn't need to give much face to Jinguang Temple and Lingyun Temple like the ten great detectives who are roaming around.

Anyway, we don't have much to do with each other, so if you feel unhappy, just go find Shen Lian.

During this period, Shen Lian's petty-mindedness has caused the Corpse Crematorium to have a lot of work.

"Ami, you whole family, it must be that kid riding a bull who hit us!" The big monk looked crazy. When he recognized Qin He at the first sight, he felt that he had found the right person.

Things that seemed vague before are now remembered again.

There are no such coincidences in this world.

"Since you are sure it is him, why do you say it has no smell? Why don't you just bite it and kill it?" The Taoist looked at him as if he was a fool.

"Hey, this Buddha is upright and righteous, and has no shame in heaven or earth. I am upright and have never done anything wrong. How can you forcefully point fingers at me and ruin my practice?" The big monk looked righteous.

"Alright, alright, put it away." The Taoist priest looked disgusted.

"What should we do?" asked the monk.

"I also feel like I've seen this guy somewhere before. It must be him." The Taoist priest pondered and paused before saying, "Never mind. Let's get down to business first. As long as we know who he is, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"okay."

After saying this, the two of them quickly left towards the city gate.

"Brother Qin, why did those two people say you hit someone?"

After returning to the tent, Qin He spread out his bedding and a group of cremators gathered around him again.

"How would I know? Maybe his brain was damaged." Qin He rested his head on his head, looking comfortable.

"Maybe it was really the calf that hit him. It's very strong. It kicked Mr. Wei far away with just one hoof." Liu Sanjin looked thoughtful.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

As soon as the words fell, two palms slapped Liu Sanjin on the forehead at the same time, and they shouted in unison: "Shut up!"

Liu Sanjin covered his head and looked, and saw that it was Lao Liangtou and Li Guizi again.

He immediately shut up and dared not speak anymore.

"Uncle Liu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want." Even Gu Sihai, who was one of the last people to enter the crematorium, said this. Looking around, all the cremators looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Liu Sanjin suddenly didn't dare to speak anymore. He covered his mouth and squatted beside the wall, thinking about the past.

"Brother Qin, what's the matter? Let's continue?" Li Quezi started to pat Qin He's shoulders again.

"Come on, use some strength, don't show mercy to me." Qin He spread his limbs.

……

The civilization of the East is very old, and no one can tell when the burning of mutated corpses became a rule.

Only a very small number of scholars can know from the words between the lines of ancient books that in the distant ancient times, there seemed to be no such practice as cremation of corpses.

Crematoriums of all sizes came into being. No matter which dynasty or era, as long as there was a larger settlement, there would be a crematorium.

A small town may have only one or two crematorium workers, or they may work part-time. Larger county towns, prefectural capitals, and smaller state capitals will have relatively professional crematoriums with several crematorium workers.

When you go to Dazhou City, you will find the crematorium.

Above the crematorium are the crematoriums of the two capitals, among which the Kyoto crematorium is the main crematorium with the highest specifications.

There is some confusion about the Dali Cremation Hall and its subordinates. Small places may be managed by county magistrates or gentry, larger places may be managed by the Military Affairs Department, the border may be managed by a general or a prefect, and the capital is managed by the Feiyu Guard.

But no matter how chaotic the crematorium's subordinates are, the entire crematorium system is sound and operates normally, because no place can afford the consequences of a chaotic cremation.

As a port city next to the canal, Linqing City naturally has a crematorium.

The Linqing crematorium was staffed with five crematorium workers, three of whom were actually employed.

As night slowly fell, a group of soldiers escorted five large carts and slowly entered the small and dilapidated crematorium.

The wheels rolled, causing the iron chains to collide with each other.

The three crematorium workers who were waiting to receive the corpse turned pale when they heard the sound.