That blow was like a bomb had hit the entire Corpse Burning Chamber, leaving it a complete mess, broken bricks and shattered tiles everywhere. It was practically the same as tearing a house apart.
This isn't good. Qin He frowned. Seizing the brief opening before the dust settled, he swiftly moved the corpse into the furnace, splashed two ladles of fire oil over it, and set it ablaze.
The fire oil ignited the corpse and the coal beneath it. Qin He stomped hard on the bellows, and the flames roared up.
The high heat quickly scorched the corpse beyond recognition, and the puncture wound in its forehead soon blurred away as well.
Only then did Qin He let out a slight breath of relief.
Bang!
The next moment, before Qin He could make any adjustments, the doors to the Corpse Burning Chamber exploded open, shattering into dozens, perhaps hundreds, of fragments of all sizes.
Immediately afterward, a cold-faced young scholar clad in white entered with his hands behind his back.
Seeing Qin He, he paused slightly. His icy gaze carried a hint of scrutiny. "You? It's you again?"
"G-Greetings, sir!" Qin He hurriedly lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with White Yama. The inspectors of Sin City were almost all brutal officials. Offend one even slightly, and if you did not die, you would still lose a layer of skin.
"Did the corpse mutate?" White Yama asked.
"Yes, sir. It did, but it wasn't very fierce. This lowly one subdued it," Qin He replied. Everything at the scene was plain to see. The Corpse Purification Platform had been smashed to bits; there was no way to lie.
White Yama stepped forward, inspecting both sides of the Corpse Burning Chamber as he asked, "Just arrived?"
"Yes, sir. This is my second