Smelly corpses all around.

Zhang Jiao sat up from the iron bed in astonishment and looked around, startled, "Moses, this old gang, is too disagreeable."

As soon as I was injured, I was sent directly to the morgue, and I didn't want to save it!"

At the same time, he was also secretly glad that he was surrounded by dead people when he entered and exited the fantasy realm, and his top secret was not exposed.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously smiled, jumped to the ground, and strolled towards the large iron door of the morgue.

On the way, the monk's soft-soled leather boots stepped on the slippery ground covered with blood, causing an inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and he unconsciously held his breath until he forcefully opened the iron door and came out of the morgue before he began to pant again.

Outside, there is a long road, which is quite narrow, and can only accommodate two or three people walking side by side.

The floor was covered with cement mixed with coarse sand, and the white ash on the walls had peeled, oozing water dripping and giving a choking smell.

At the top of the wall, 15-watt dim light bulbs are hung at intervals of 7 or 8 meters, which is far more intimidating than the lighting effect.

"What the is this place. Zhang Jiao sensed that something was wrong, cursed secretly, and returned to the morgue vigilantly, intending to wait for the injury to heal completely before making a decision.

As a result, the injury had not yet healed, but he waited for an uninvited guest with a cotton hat on his head, a cotton jacket on his body, and a leather pocket tied under his ribs, who was more than 2 meters tall and as strong as a bear.

The man staggered into the morgue, humming like a pervert, picking up the corpses and carrying them to the crematorium at the end of the corridor.

According to the arrogance, fat and thinness of the corpses, every 20 to 30 corpses are gathered, fuel is injected into the incinerator and burned once.

The ashes are then mixed into clay jars and placed on a trolley.

After tossing back and forth a few times, most of the time passed, and the big man who was as strong as a bear felt a little hungry, and was about to start eating after burning the corpse.

Suddenly, he saw a figure flying in front of him from the corner of the morgue, and beckoned with a gentle expression: "Hello." ”

In an instant, he felt that the blood in his whole body had condensed, and the whole person froze like a puppet, and a thought flashed in his heart, "It's over, I've encountered a supernatural spirit."

Finally it was my turn to die, but I died, what about Sunny and the children!

No, no, I can't die, even for the sake of my family, I can't!"

Thinking of this, the big man also showed a dry smile on his face, and beckoned to Zhang Jiao: "You, you are okay." ”

Seeing that he could communicate, Zhang Jiao's smile unconsciously became more gentle, and asked tentatively, "Sir, what is your name and occupation?"

"My name is Du Bo, and I'm a cremator. Dahan hesitated for a moment, and replied in an astringent voice.

"And where is it?" asked Zhang Jiao again.

"The underground crematorium in District 3, Xiangbei City. After answering the first question, the tone of the Chinese language became much smoother.

"The ninth district of Xiangbei City," Zhang Jiaoleng paused, "I know that Xiangbei City has Fude District, Tiantai District, Haijiao District or something, why have I never heard of District 3?"

"It's over, it's still an old ghost who has been dead for a long time as the dominant supernatural. Hearing this, Dahan secretly complained in his heart, but because of the taboo of encountering supernatural events, he had to answer Zhang Jiao's question, "Fude, Tiantai, and Haijiao are all said more than 10 years ago."

Now Xiangbei City is divided into upper 3, middle 5, and lower 7, a total of 15 districts. ”

"10 years ago..."Zhang Jiao was stunned for a long time when he heard this, and almost groaned, and another explanation for the various unreasonable changes in his fantasy realm rose in his heart.

His expression was numb and silent for a while, and he asked softly, "Then according to the calendar of the Eastern Continent, what year is it today?"

"2202020 years. "Dahan Dao.

"It's been 20 years. Zhang Jiao thought silently in his heart, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he blurted out: "Are the priests of Moses and the Holy Light Cathedral still there?"

"Priest Moses, do you mean Archbishop Moses," the big man replied with a swallow and spit, "He was summoned back by the Holy See of the Western Continent three years ago.

As for the Cathedral of St. Light, of course, it is still there. ”

"Archbishop. Zhang Jiaoleng for a moment, thinking about Moses' mysterious ability and showing a relieved expression, "If Archbishop Moses is gone, who is in charge of the Holy Light Cathedral now?"

"The nine-member committee is all bishops, heads of regiments, and believers. The big man wiped the sweat from his head.

Zhang Jiao, who was full of worries, noticed the abnormality of his expression, and asked in surprise: "In such a cold place, there should be no extraordinary strength in your movements, how can it be so hot?"

"It's hot, I'm not hot, it's not hot at all. The big man shuddered.

Zhang Jiao has a lot of brains, seeing his performance, he thought about it carefully, and suddenly understood, "You don't think of me as a spirit, right?"

"What, what kind of supernatural," the big man's eyes widened, "What is the supernatural?"

As soon as Zhang Jiao heard his answer, he immediately confirmed his conjecture and said with a smile: "I am a preparatory monk of the Holy Light Church, and I was sent to you because of fake death, not a supernatural spirit. ”

"Hey, hey. Dahan continued to play dumb.

Zhang Jiao reluctantly stretched out his hand to cast a 'Radiant Technique', "You have always seen the monks of the Heavenly Father Sect perform this kind of indiscriminate magic technique, think about the ability of the spirit to cast a divine skill." ”

Although the big man was stimulated by the bright light of the Radiance Technique, he showed a look of ecstasy, and his mouth couldn't stop complaining, "Oh, Lord Monk, people are scared to death!" and sat down on the ground.

Zhang Jiao had no intention of paying attention to this unlucky bastard, jumped out of the morgue, walked through the corridor, pushed open an iron door, and returned to the ground.

The above-ground part of the crematorium is an ordinary workshop.

In the modern era, living in a dangerous ghost place like Nanyang, you must be frugal in all aspects, so the lights here are also very dim.

Zhang Jiao looked around and saw a dressing room separated by a cloth curtain against the wall on the right-hand side, and next to it was a wooden cabinet for clothes.

On the left-hand side is a wooden table with a sign-in book and a pencil in it.

Directly opposite is the wooden gate that goes out.

He took a few deep breaths, walked forward after doing a good job of psychological construction, pushed the door and walked out.

It was dusk, there were few pedestrians on the road, and the occasional car drove by, although it was well maintained, but it could be seen that the condition had been in good condition for a long time.

The buildings on both sides of the street also look like they have been in a state of immaculate condition like the road surface, but they still have an indescribable and inexplicable sense of desolation.

Let people know that they are in a city that is slowly declining.