Xiaotao and Dali screamed in horror and were about to bolt. The man stumbled and fell on me. I supported him with both of my hands. His body was wrapped up in white shrouds and his hands were stretched forward stiffly like a zombie. It seemed that it was another case of post-mortem spasm.

“What is there to be scared of about dead bodies?” I laughed.

“You’re the weirdo, dude!” Dali shouted. “What kind of question is that? What could be scarier than a freaking walking corpse?”

I looked around and found another corpse in the room. I pushed the walking corpse to the side and walked into the room. There were three large iron furnaces in the crematorium. One of them was still burning, while the other two were locked. Glowing red light radiated from the mouth of the furnace, illuminating the whole room even though no light was turned on. There was a faint scent of roasted...