High-profile King

There are smelly corpses all around.

Zhang Jiao sat up from the iron bed in amazement and looked around, startled. "The old gang of Moses is too ridiculous.

Am I sent to the morgue as soon as I am injured, and I don't want to rescue it! "

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that he was surrounded by dead people when he entered the fantasy world, and his top secret was not exposed.

The corner of his mouth unconsciously smiled, jumped to the ground, and walked towards the large iron gate of the morgue.

The soft sole leather boots of the preparatory monk on the way stepped on the slippery wet ground, which caused him to feel an uncomfortable discomfort in his heart, and unconsciously held his breath until he pulled open the iron door and went out of the morgue. pant.

Outside is a long corridor, the area is quite narrow and can only accommodate two or three people walking side by side.

The ground is covered with cement mixed with coarse sand, the white gray on the wall has peeled, and the water oozes out and chokes.

A 15-watt dim light bulb hangs every 7 or 8 meters on the top of the wall. The scary effect is far better than the lighting effect.

"What the **** is this **** place." Zhang Jiao felt that something was wrong and secretly cursed. He was alert and returned to the morgue. He planned to wait for the injury to be completely healed before doing any worries.

As a result, the wound has not been cured, but he came to a head with a cotton cap, a cotton jacket on his body, a leather pocket under his rib, and a height of more than 2 meters. He was a sturdy and bearish guest.

The man staggered into the morgue, hummed like a pervert, picked up a body, and carried it to the incineration room at the end of the Yongdao side.

According to the arrogance, fatness and thinness of the corpse, every 20 to 30 pieces are filled, fuel is injected into the incinerator and burned once.

Then the ashes were mixed into gray clay pots and placed on a trolley.

After tossing around a few times in this way, most of the time passed, and the sturdy man felt that his stomach was a little hungry, and was planning to burn out the body of the furnace and start cooking.

Suddenly I saw a figure flying from the corner of the mortuary to himself, beckoning with a very gentle expression: "Hello."

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

Finally it was my turn to die, but I died, what should Sonny and the children do!

No, no, I cannot die, even for my family, I cannot die, no! "

Thinking that there was a dry smile on the big man's face, he beckoned to Zhang Jiao: "You, you too."

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

"My name is Du Bo, a corpse burner." The big man replied hesitantly.

"So here?" Zhang Jiao asked again.

"The underground crematorium in the 3rd district of Xiangbei City." After answering the first question, the Chinese language became a lot smoother.

"The ninth district of Xiangbei City," Zhang Jiaolen looked a bit, "I know that there are Fude District, Tiantai District, and Cape District in Xiangbei City. How come I have never heard of District 3?"

"Finished, still a long-dead old ghost as the dominant spirit." Dahan Wenyan secretly groaned in his heart, but because of the taboo of the spirit incident, he had to answer Zhang Jiao's question, "Fu De, Tian Both Thailand and Cape are the same as they were 10 years ago.

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

"A few years ago..." Zhang Jiao froze for a long time, almost moaning, and raised another explanation for the unreasonable changes in his fantasy.

The expression of numbness remained silent for a while, and then asked softly: "So what year is it today according to the calendar of the Eastern Continent?"

"2202020." Dahan Road.

"Has it been 20 years?" Zhang Jiao thought silently, with a bitter smile on his face, blurting out: "Is the priest Moses still with the Holy Light Cathedral?"

"Priest Moses, you mean Archbishop Moses," the big man swallowed and replied: "He was summoned back by the Holy See in the Western Continent three years ago.

As for the Holy Light Cathedral, of course it is still there. "

"Archbishop." Zhang Jiao let out a moment, thinking about Moses' mysterious and inscrutable expression again, "If Archbishop Moses is gone, who will control the Holy Light Cathedral now?"

"The 9-member committee is represented by the bishop, the head, and the believers." Dahan wiped the sweat from his head.

Zhang Jia, who was full of thoughts, only discovered the abnormality of his expression, and asked in surprise: "How can it be so hot in such a cold place, seeing your movements should have no extraordinary strength?"

"Hot, I'm not hot, not hot at all." The big man shuddered.

Zhang Jiao's brain was psychic, and after seeing his performance, he thought about it carefully and realized, "You wouldn't treat me like a spirit?"

"What, what's so strange," Dahan's eyes glared round, "What's so strange?"

Upon hearing his answer, Zhang Jiao immediately confirmed his conjecture and smiled and said: "I am a preparatory monk of the Holy Light Church, because the fake death was sent to you, it is not supernatural."

"Hey, hey." Dahan continued to pretend to be silly.

Zhang Jiao reluctantly reached out and exhibited a ‘blaze spell’, “You’ve always seen monks taught by the Father to cast this kind of overwhelming divine art. Think about the magical powers of magical abilities.”

Although the Dahan was shed by tears stimulated by the glare of Yaohui, he showed ecstasy, and he kept complaining in his mouth, "Oh, monk, scary people will scare people!" On the ground.

Zhang Jiao had no intention of ignoring this unlucky egg, flew out of the morgue, crossed the Yongdao, pushed open an iron door, and returned to the ground.

The above-ground part of the corpse room is a common workshop.

Since the modern era ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ lives in a dangerous place like Nanyang, it must be frugal in every way, so the lights here are also extremely dim.

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

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

Directly opposite is the wooden door to go out.

Then he took a few deep breaths, walked forward after the psychological construction, pushed the door and went out.

It was dusk and there were few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally a car drove by. Although it was well maintained, it could be seen that the condition had been long.

The buildings on both sides of the street also seem to have been under repaired for a long time. Although they are kept spotless like the road surface, they still have a sense of unspeakable and unpredictable sense of decay.

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

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