About two hours later, I saw that the ghost baby had completely changed. Not only did the wrinkles on his face have increased, but even the originally round belly has disappeared a lot at this time.

I frowned and asked, "Uncle Quan, isn't this ghost baby's belly full of evil spirits?"

"You kid is not stupid, okay, go and light up the Kaitian Furnace!" Uncle Quan said lightly.

Well, it seems that since I came, Uncle Quan has hardly done anything about turning on the furnace and making a fire. As long as it is a job, it basically belongs to me.

After I secretly despised the bureaucracy that Uncle Quan had killed people at the first level, I immediately piled some firewood into the Tianfu, and then picked up the lighter and lighted it there with gasoline.

After a while, I was reborn in the fire in the Tianfu, but when Uncle Quan looked back and looked at the fire in the stove, his eyes almost killed me directly!

"Silly boy, do you really think that these firewood can be cut from any mountain?" Uncle Quan stared at it, his eyes were not kind.

My scalp tingled and he laughed, "Of course not. These firewoods are obviously not from the mountain, they are obviously from the roadside."

"Come here!" Uncle Quan said with a slight smile. The fingers on his left hand were already pinched together, obviously he was lying to me to go over and knock on his head.

"I'm kidding you, why are you so humorous!" I touched my nose and secretly distanced my distance from Uncle Quan.

也怪不得我这么谨慎,只是这世界对我太说实在太过危险；这泉老头最爱坑我和揍我,一旦有什么不小心,我肯定又是没有好结果……

Uncle Quan snorted coldly, then grabbed the ghost baby who had lost a lot with one hand, and threw it into the burning furnace.

And with Uncle Quan's throwing, I saw the ghost baby tied with red ropes almost making a very shrill cry. The sound was heard in my ears, which made me cry...

But when I thought that this guy had abused me a lot before, the only thing left in my heart was that pitiful moment.

At this time, I teased the little tomatoes that were stealing tomatoes in the corner, and then took the initiative to lean against Uncle Quan.

I smiled and handed Uncle Quan a cigarette and lit it for him.

"Uncle Quan, are you thirsty? Why don't I open a bottle of beer for you?"

"No need." Uncle Quan sat on the table without raising his head.

"Uh, it doesn't matter if you are not thirsty. Are you hungry? I brought you some cold dishes tonight, why don't I get them?" I said again.

When Uncle Quan heard this, a smoke ring spit on my face and said unhappily: "If you have nonsense, just say it quickly and don't mess with me."

"Okay, it's still Uncle Quan understands me, so I won't hide it." I showed a charming smile, and then said, "Now, when I opened the coffin today, I sucked an air from the coffin. Everyone in our village called this evil spirit, and there were also a few people who opened the coffin because of this. Uncle Quan, I just settled the ghost baby, and I really don't want to die again."

"No hope, look at you like that!"

Uncle Quan took a deep breath of cigarette, then a trace of undetectable treacherous flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly said to me: "Nah, I'll keep it for you. Pour some in the bath water every day and wash it for a week or two to ensure that you have no worries about your life."

"Damn it, don't you? Do you want me to take a shower and use your urine to wash it?" I was stunned, and then I blurted out.

"I just put forward my opinion. Whether you do it or not, it's not your own death at that time, it's your own." Uncle Quan said.

Well, buddy, when I heard Old Man Quan’s words, I felt a burst of tears in my heart.

Uncle, I thought Old Man Quan would give me some good idea, but I didn’t expect that I would ask me to take a bath and use his 60-year-old collector’s version of boy urine. This is not a flower dew that can make you more fragrant...

When I thought about it, I couldn't help but tremble. It's great, taking a shower and urinating. This is a bit disgusting.

I didn't get into trouble with Uncle Quan. After a while, Uncle Quan patted his butt and said he wanted to go home to sleep, so he let me be on duty alone.

I naturally despise people like Uncle Quan, but I dare not say it.

Originally, the venue stipulated that Uncle Quan and I took turns on duty, but I found that since I started working in the night shift, Uncle Quan has not given me a few turns, and I was almost alone in the night shift.

Fortunately, there are usually no customers coming to the crematorium at night, so I didn’t suffer any losses, so I just treated it as a different place to sleep.

I closed the iron gate of the crematorium in a daze and then prepared to go back to bed.

But when I returned to the incineration room and lay down and slept for a long time, I heard a scream outside the iron gate.

Most of the sleepiness in my head was swept away. I stood up lazily and walked towards the crematorium gate, unable to help but feel depressed.

Why are there people here today? Look at the time, it’s almost three in the morning.

Why don’t you sleep at this time?

I slowly came to the big iron gate, then looked out the door, and suddenly I saw several figures standing outside the big iron gate.

Under the dim light, I could clearly see two men and one woman among these figures, and behind them was a small van. The rear compartment of the small van was opened, and there was a coffin inside.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but scream bad luck!

I have been on night shifts several times and it was very good, but I was not lucky tonight and even had a "night traveler"!

There was an unwritten call in the venue, which was the body sent during the day. We called the guest, and when we delivered at night, we gave it another name, called Ye Xingke!

This is the first time I bumped into this night walker. Uncle Quan said before that there are usually very few night walkers. After all, no one will not sleep in the middle of the night and send the body to the crematorium.

So, sometimes some night tourists are actually not normal in the coffin.

People in the venue are naturally familiar with the word "unusual" and do not need to explain it much.

However, when ordinary outsiders hear these words, they must be confused and confused about what they mean.

But I, a young corpse burner who has been working in the crematorium for less than a month, has grown into an old fried dough stick in the venue, so I naturally feel the common sayings and words in the venue (what are the common abnormal night tourists? Here I will briefly introduce several types: some people died suddenly and were incomplete; some people were stubborn because they did bad things; some people were priests who felt that the corpse might be transformed at any time, so they hurriedly asked their families to send it to burn it. As for more abnormal night tourists, everyone will gradually realize that I dare not say more in the middle of the night anyway, because it is really scary...
Chapter completed!