One Room, One Corpse Burner, One Corpse

The Demon Suppression Division had long since prepared everything for the arrival of the corpse burners.

They had emptied more than twenty Cages once used to imprison demons and devils. When burning corpses, it would be one corpse burner, one corpse, one Cage, with the doors shut and locked.

If a corpse rose, the corpse burner could fight if he could. If he could not, he would be buried in the corpse's maw.

In short: Corpse burners could die, corpses could rise, but the corpses absolutely could not be allowed to escape.

With a single arrangement, the status of corpse burners was laid bare. Before the dynasty's ruling institutions, human lives were worth less than nothing.

The expressions of the corpse burners, Xing San included, naturally could not have been pleasant.

One corpse burner, one corpse, one room had always been the rule of the corpse-burning trade, but the premise was that the corpse burner had room to choose. If he felt he could not handle one, he could refuse it or recommend it to a more capable corpse burner.

Even if he truly could not beat it, he would not lock himself inside with it. At the very least, he would set up some measures to buy time to escape.

Afterward, either remedy the situation, or pay compensation if it could not be remedied.

At its core, it was no different from any other trade.

Even a butcher who slaughtered pigs had a chance of being kicked to death by one.

Let alone a corpse burner.

But here, it was entirely a matter of luck.

More fatal still, the mutations of Demon Corpses, as well as the ferocity after mutation, were far beyond ordinary corpses.

At this moment, the only one who felt no pressure was probably Qin He.