Seeing the figure waving in the white mist, Qin Nuo wiped the cold sweat from his face with a towel and pulled the rickshaw over.

I got closer and saw the appearance of the guest. I was a rough man with a big face, and my thin clothes were swelling with a strong figure.

Similarly, his face was dull, and the eyes in his eyes could not focus.

Behind him was a larger sack, a classic green urea sack.

The horror was that one of the sacks was dyed dark red and blood dripped on the floor.

Qin Nuo put down the handrail and asked with a smile: "Customer, where are you going?"

“Cresthouse No. 30, Shuangyang Street.”

The strong man's expression moved slightly, his stiff face looked at Qin Nuo, and he spitted out these words from his mouth.

"Cremacau..." Qin Nuo thought for a while and found the way out in his memory.

"Okay, let's go." Qin Nuo nodded slightly, and did not ask any more questions.

"I was not the one I gave." The strong man spoke lightly.

Qin Nuo listened to his words and then looked at the urea sack behind him.

The strong man turned around and picked up the man in the sack, threw it in the rickshaw, and looked at Qin Nuo indifferently: "The crematorium closed after 11 o'clock today, I hope you can arrive in time."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand, with two wrinkled bills in his hand.

"Transport the corpse... After I arrive, I will send it to the crematorium to help you deal with it? I don't have this business here." Qin Nuo looked at the sack in the car, wondering if it was an illusion, for a moment, the sack was the sack.

Move for a moment.

"When you go to the place and put it on the ground, someone will deal with it." The strong man said, not caring about what Qin Nuo thought.

Qin Nuo wanted to ask something, but the strong man put down his money, turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the white mist.

Turning around and looking at the sack in the car, Qin Nuo was silent for a moment and murmured: "Forget it, I just pull the car and just take the guests to the destination."

"What does it have to do with me if you are a living person or a dead person?"

Qin Nuo thought about this and felt it was nothing. He grabbed the handrail and said, "The guest sat down." Then he pulled the rickshaw and ran towards the white mist.

Walking through the white mist, a face was howling by the cold wind, like sharp blades cut on the face.

Qin Nuo felt that the handrail in his hand was shaking violently. He didn't have to look back, but he knew that the sack in the car was moving and it was very moving.

"I'm not dead, or a zombie?" Qin Nuo didn't know, and didn't want to pay attention. He looked ahead with his eyes and focused on pulling his car.

While pulling the cart, Qin Nuo discovered something wrong. There were not many townsmen on the street, but whenever they encountered it, they would subconsciously stop.

Then, he looked over with a strange look.

Qin Nuo glanced at them, knowing that they were not looking at themselves, but the person in the sack in the rickshaw.

Even though the rickshaw left, their eyes continued to follow the people and stare until they disappeared.

"Why are they all looking at the people in the sack?" Qin Nuo was puzzled.

Soon, the crematorium arrived.

Qin Nuo put down the handrail, and in the crematorium in front of him, there was thick smoke rolling. The flames behind the iron gate still looked dazzling even through the thick fog.

The hot air completely drove away the cold air around the body.

"The crematorium is so good today?" Qin Nuo whispered, and some terrible thoughts couldn't help but emerge in his heart.

The dark smoke rolled into the sky and filled the white mist, making this area gray.

Qin Nuo grabbed the sack with his right hand and threw it on the ground.

With this throw, more blood oozed out of the sack.

The sack twisted, and a painful and weak sound came from it.

It seemed like he was struggling to death, or it seemed like he was begging Qin Nuo to open the sack and rescue him.

Qin Nuo was silent, never acted rashly, stood aside, looked at the sack, and then looked around.

Soon, a figure walked out of the white mist.

She was wearing crematorium work clothes and her face was wrapped in dirty towels.

Qin Nuo looked at him coming, but the man didn't say anything. He squatted down and tilted his head slightly, as if he was observing.

After a moment, he suddenly reached out and tore open the sack. Qin Nuo saw the person inside, his face covered with blood, and he didn't know what he had suffered in his head, and a large piece of his skull disappeared.

On the skin at the base of the neck, terrifying blood-colored corpse spots can be clearly seen.

These corpse spots were like leeches sticking to their bodies, wriggling in horror, black blood flowing out, and the flesh and blood were torn and rotting.

"Same strange disease..."

Qin Nuo's eyes flashed slightly.

The staff looked at it, grabbed the woman in the sack and dragged it towards the crematorium with one hand.

But the woman suddenly slowly raised her hand and grabbed it in the worker's hand.

A piece of fabric from the worker's sleeve was torn off, revealing half of his arm.

On the arm, bloody red corpse spots also grew, wriggling strangely.

The sack woman looked at the staff, with a plea in her eyes: "I can go and continue..."

The staff member didn't care about his wrists and looked at the sack woman with cold eyes: "You can't do it anymore."

"I have a son who is less than three years old, and he is the only one left in the family. I am dead, what should he do?" the woman asked hoarsely and tremblingly.

“This is the rule.”

“The rules in the town.”

"I'm considering not only your son, but also the people of the whole town."

As he said that, the staff continued to drag the sack woman, continued to take steps, disappeared into the white mist, and walked towards the huge and scorching fire in the distance.

There is no need to say more about what the sack woman will end up in.

Simple scenes, simple words.

Qin Nuo's mind caused various fog problems to burst into his mind.

Why do women in sacks be cremated?

Is it because of a strange disease?

There are also people with the staff, why is he not doing anything?

Considering the people of the whole town, what does this mean?

I remembered that I met the player in the alley who was already tangled by a strange disease and could not get up, and was also dragged away by the game NPC.

Could it be that the strange disease becomes more serious and that it is the end result?

Is it to prevent infection, so did cremation?

There were many problems, and for a moment, Qin Nuo's mind was a little confused.

I simply didn't think about it so much. I took this time to pull out the third guest and complete the copy task first.

Turning around and pulling up the handrail, Qin Nuo left the crematorium.

Back at this side of the street, Qin Nuo quickly pulled the third guest, an old man who got on the car with a cane. In his turbid eyes, he could not see his eyes, but only a few traces of dark luster.

He looked at Qin Nuo and said a word along the way.

"My little granddaughter is dead."

Qin Nuo listened and asked out of concern what was wrong.

The old man always had only one answer: "I was killed by them."

"They suddenly appeared, saw my granddaughter, and slammed her to death..."

The old man repeatedly said this sentence, which sounded strange and made his scalp chill.

He muttered it many times, as if because of the influence of emotions, a thick black liquid flowed out of his turbid eyes...

Then, familiar blood-colored corpse spots appeared on the wrinkled skin.

The dirty liquid flowed on the car bag. Qin Nuo caught a glimpse and couldn't help frowning.
Chapter completed!