The black plastic bag oozes red to black liquid from underneath and drip down the bed to the floor, forming a puddle.

The surface of the bag squirmed, and the zipper on the top was pulled open little by little.

"Hiss ......"

The sound of zipper sliding is infinitely amplified in the dead silence of the crematorium.

Qin Wu was standing at the door, as long as she wanted to, she could immediately grab the door and go out.

However, her hand that had been on the doorknob fell, and she turned to fold her arms, looking coldly at the wriggling black bag.

In this fantasy world, it's not uncommon for corpses to move.

Qin Wu thought.

The zipper was pulled open a little, very slowly, and the bag slipped a little lower, revealing black hair, condensed into tufts.

Immediately after, it seemed to be stuck there, and it didn't go down for a long time.

The bag squirmed more and more, but it never came out.

Qin Wu was impatient, and just wanted to be a good person and help him pull it down, the bag seemed to have sensed something, and it was miraculously quiet and motionless.

Qin Wu's hand stopped in mid-air: "......"

The sound of grinding teeth sounded, and a hoarse and eerie voice sounded from the bag: "I...... Die...... Earth...... Good...... ...... wronged"

"I died unjustly."

"I died so unjustly!"

One after the other, and finally into a hysterical scream.

Qin Wu raised his eyes and saw that the temperature of the cremation oven had reached, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and pushed the morgue bed forward neatly, the black bag fell into the crematorium, the stove automatically closed the cover, and the fire was engulfed instantly.

Never mind.

What does his death have to do with me?

Qin Wu stretched lazily, ready to go out and ask Qilin if every corpse sent by him likes to act in a scene when it is about to be destroyed.

"Boom!"

The weight hit the lid of the crematorium hard, and the contents seemed to want to come out, hitting it like crazy. The movement became smaller and smaller, and finally, a pile of ash came out of the cremation grate.

Zhou Chun was illiterate, Qilin helped him complete the formalities, and finally showed the collection code: "Support satellite and fortune treasure, of course credit card and cash are OK." ”

"I'm not tender, what a star, what a baby." He put his hand into his clothes and took out for a long time, and finally took out a few crumpled hundreds, and pulled one out of it and gave it to Qilin: "Find money." ”

Qilin sighed: "The cremation fee on our side is 888, and after giving you a discount, it is 688." ”

"What? Why are you so expensive?! ”

Zhou Chun was shocked and began to reason with the Qilin, obviously the Qilin had experienced a hundred battles and did not fall behind at all, Qin Wu came out of it and saw such a scene.

She noticed that the clothes Zhou Chun was wearing were still the old style from more than ten years ago, with patches on the sleeves, and said: "88." ”

She said in a light tone: "Do an event today." ”

Zhou Chun was overjoyed: "Medium, medium!" It's still Miss Nen, who is beautiful and kind-hearted! ”

He smiled at Qin Wu: "My son, have you turned into ashes?" ”

This question seemed a little strange, recalling that Zhou Zhong said that he had died unjustly before turning to ashes, Qin Wu looked at Zhou Chun's gaze and condensed slightly.

"It's gone."

"Thank you, then."

Zhou Chun opened his arm and moved it twice, as if he had been stretched, he opened his mouth wide to breathe, and showed a pleasant smile.

"I'm so embarrassed." Zhou Chun tilted his head to the left, stretched his neck, and put his entire left ear on his shoulder, and the smell of burning emanated from his shoulder, followed by sparks.

Following the area of his face, the left side of his face quickly climbed into black lines, and his teeth and claws took root, sucking blood, and the entire left side of his face dried up, revealing the shape of a skeleton.

He straightened his head with a little bit of brute force.

"Who made you unlucky, I was chosen."

He grinned, his bones making a crisp sound.

"Go and bury my son!"

Qin Wu looked at him quietly, Qilin also looked at him quietly, witnessing the entire mutation process, Qin Wu couldn't help but ask, "Does this happen often?" ”

Qilin raised his head: "Actually, it's not. It's the first time I've encountered it. ”

Zhou Chun was stunned, how could these two people be more calm than the other, not at all like a normal person should look like when he sees him.

He was so angry that he dared to ignore him?

Zhou Chun continued to roar: "Give me death!" ”

Qin Wu sighed softly: "Actually, it's us who should say I'm sorry." ”

Qilin took a step forward, formed a fist with five fingers, and faced Zhou Chun who rushed over, and hit it out very casually.

Zhou Chun felt ridiculous, so he casually threw a fist, just wanting to knock him down? It seems that their calmness is based on ignorance.

Then let him teach these two poor ignorant humans a lesson with naked blood!

Zhou Chun didn't retreat or dodge, and hit Qilin's fist straight away, and then, the sound of bones breaking came from his face, leaving bright red blood behind.

Zhou Chun: "......"

Zhou Chun: "Ahh!!h ”

He covered his face and jumped and jumped, almost fainting in pain.

The Kirin threw his fists and kicks expressionlessly, picked up the rope and tied him tightly.

The entire living room echoed with Zhou Chun's pig-like screams, and after a while, Zhou Chun hid in the corner shivering, crying silently.

At this moment, he finally understood why Qin Wu said that it was them who should say sorry.

Shouldn't they be?

Qin Wu leaned on the edge of the table casually, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Zhou Chun as if he were looking at some kind of fresh object.

"The Able?"

Zhou Chun was shocked: "Yes...... Be. ”

He was honest: "D-class zombie ability." ”

Even with the ability to turn into a zombie, Qin Wu asked, "Why haven't you changed your whole body." ”

"Not enough." Zhou Chun was a little aggrieved.

"What's the matter with you and your son?"

Zhou Chun replied honestly: "Actually, this is a very long story. ”

"Our father and son's main business is to work for the farm owner, but the little money from plowing the field is not enough for us to spend, but my son is in his thirties and has not yet married a daughter-in-law......

"The Guardian Alliance will absorb the powerful, why don't you go to work in the Guardian Alliance?" Qin Wu interrupted.

Zhou Chun resisted: "What I do is a terrible job, I just want to eat and wait for death, I don't have that ability." ”

He went on to say, "So we father and son, in our spare time, will go to earn some extra money, for example, to help some innocent and poor little girls who have been hacked, who have been violently assaulted by school, who have been harassed by hooligan bosses, and who have been entangled by ruffians to scare those wicked people......"

At the same time, in the investigation department of the branch of the Federal Republican Council in Hwasaki S, under the huge projector, a man in a white shirt and a suit vest with his hands in his trouser pockets, his back to the door, quietly stared at the picture in front of him.