Chapter 268 Happy Cemetery

"You have to pay for my coffin!!"

The Pharaoh was quite angry at the moment. His most precious jewel, the Jinling sarcophagus, was actually covered with a large piece of cartoon character sticker of unknown design.

This was blasphemy to him.

“This is an insult to my aesthetics!”

Opposite him was Mike Feng, who was putting a plastic bag on his head. "What's there to be angry about? It was just a funeral gift. It disappeared in half an hour."

Although he said it didn't matter, Mike Feng also put some cartoon stickers on his face. Seeing that he knew to put a plastic bag over his face, Pharaoh became even more angry: "Did you deal with the player as I told you to? That guy actually dared to attack me on the road!"

Mike touched his head frantically, making sure it was all blocked so he wouldn't be recognized.

"Our band only deals with funeral matters. For neighborhood issues like this, you should go to the cemetery manager."

Of course Pharaoh knew that the administrator would take care of this matter, but he was in the wrong now. He was rushing to perform the house handover ceremony, so how could he let the gold and silver zombies know about his problematic neighbors.

"No, you can definitely handle it. You've cheated me so many times at the gambling table before..."

"Hey, stop it," Mike put on his white gloves, blocked his hand, and immediately drew a line between himself and this guy. "It's a good quality to admit defeat. I advise you to let go of the previous matter as soon as possible. After leaving the gambling table, we all have to admit our mistakes, right?"

Seeing that the Pharaoh was so angry that the gold powder on his face was beginning to turn red, Mike Feng quickly added: "How about this, I can help you smooth things over. You know, our team is not just full of ghosts. There are always players who want to sneak in to participate. The player you want to deal with can make the musical instrument hungry..."

Before he could finish his words, a quarrel suddenly broke out in the hall next to him. Then the door was pushed open, and a nimble and agile figure quickly rushed out. Pharaoh saw the target coming and quickly pulled the person in: "It's her! This person is so bold that she dared to stop my car. Can't your band just use her to feed..."

Pharaoh only felt a gust of wind blowing behind him. Mike, who had just hypocritically said that he could help him a little, was now waving two white gloves, waving his hands left and right as if he was cutting vegetables, and running very fast.

Pharaoh was furious: "You bastard, you bluffed me again!!!"

Pharaoh thought he was just fooled by his former opponent at the gambling table, but he didn't know that Mike himself felt his scalp tingling and wanted to shout for help.

It seems that this dead mummy has provoked Qiao Song. Does this bastard Pharaoh know the identity of the living King of Hell? !

Mike Feng knew that Qiao Song would definitely come back to Happy Cemetery, but this was too soon.

If he knew that the other party would come to the band management office of Happy Cemetery today, he would not come even if he skipped work! If he was recognized at this time, it would be over... He remembered what happened to the administrators who went against Qiao Song.

No, I have to change my identity first.

The structure of his face began to distort. Mike Feng pressed the floating flesh granulations on his face through a plastic bag and quickly found a room to break into.

After Qiao Song kicked the door open, he just saw a piece of black clothes quickly disappearing into the distance.

She only saw the pharaoh with two-dimensional stickers on the sarcophagus: "What a coincidence, it's you again!"

What a coincidence, you big-headed ghost!

The Pharaoh has already started crawling into the coffin. He feels that the sarcophagus is the safest place at the moment. If he fights one-on-one, he may not be able to defeat the opponent.

He has been lying in the cemetery for so long that he has lost most of his skills. This new guy who is not quite normal in his brain but not lacking in abilities is simply his nemesis!

Qiao Song wanted to say hello, but he heard the sound of a guitar being plucked from behind.

A fishy-smelling wind had rushed into her nose, as if countless mouths were dancing to the melody, slowly opening wider, ready to bite her at any time.

Qiao Song knew that the instrument was obviously hungry.

Doesn't it say that once a musical instrument starts playing, it can't stop?

Qiao Song looked back and saw the tentacle monster who had played the yangqin before, and an old man who played the erhu. The two of them were one in front and one behind, squeezing and chasing her in the corridor. There were more than one drooling mouth on each instrument, as if they were competing for food.

At this point in time, Qiao Song saw the Pharaoh's coffin that was about to start moving, and just like seeing a free taxi that was about to start, he jumped over.

"We'll settle our accounts later, let's move forward first! There are too many mouths behind us, and even one bite won't be enough to share. Neither of us can escape."

The Pharaoh had already opened the sarcophagus: "Then you better take the knife off my neck first!!!"

Qiao Song glanced at him and said, "I'm already doing you a favor by not using the chainsaw directly. Start it quickly."

For some reason, Pharaoh was actually a little afraid of the madman in the band. Qiao Song had just noticed that this guy only talked to the guy in the black windbreaker and was a little afraid of other members.

Qiao Song said bluntly: "Who was the person who just spoke to you? And what's going on with this band? They don't even let the local residents go?"

Pharaoh backed his car into the garage and rushed into the yard. "I'm not afraid of them. I just don't want to attend the funeral!"

funeral?

Qiao Song thought of the two-dimensional funeral he had seen before, and soon saw the stickers on the Pharaoh’s car. Normally, attending a funeral would also give one certain souvenirs, but at the previous funeral, the things he received obviously did not make the mummy happy.

His beautiful cat's eye gems and pure gold decorations were all blocked by the cartoon characters made of laser stickers.

It just happened to stick to the coffin lid, and he couldn't even see the road ahead!

Qiao Song couldn't get into his coffin, but just stood at the front of the car.

Pharaoh was desperate and shouted, "If you don't want to be caught, give me the direction!!!"

Qiao Song was shocked by his train of thought: "You are so scared now, why did you drive straight in before?"

Pharaoh's mouth was like a colander. He didn't need Qiao Song to get any information out of him. The information just came out. He yelled, "Because we couldn't get five people together to hold a funeral before. How could I have known that it would be triggered as soon as I entered today!"

"It's all your fault, you outsiders! I hate attending funerals! Hurry up and show us the way! We need to drive straight out!"

Now, the situation suddenly became strange.

The Pharaoh, who had just been telling tales to Mike and trying to trick Qiao Song, now relied entirely on Qiao Song on the roof of the car to navigate him as he ran around in the funeral procession's comfort center.

"Can you give directions? Why are we getting more and more remote?"

Pharaoh's expression gradually became terrified. He had thought that Qiao Song, who was being hunted like himself, would at least think about escaping first and solve problems on the way. Who knew that this guy actually took him around in circles and broke directly into the base camp of the band management center.

Pharaoh already knew that the guy above him was unreliable. Qiao Song was obviously trying to trick him, but the stickers on the car would not disappear until half an hour later. "Are you crazy? If I can't get out, neither can you!"

Qiao Song looked at the increasing number of pursuers holding musical instruments behind him and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't go out. Aren't those guys chasing me too hard? They're running around during work hours. I'll find them some work to do!"

When Pharaoh was gradually hesitating and unwilling to follow Qiao Song's command and rush forward, the girl on the coffin lid finally found the target, jumped down, and kicked open the double-pull wooden door in a corridor.

Creak, and another brand new auditorium appeared before our eyes.

The auditorium! ?

Don't even enter this place!!!

Pharaoh had already stepped on the brakes in advance, but due to inertia, the car still rushed forward half of its front end, and the pursuers behind, like bowling balls, crashed into it one after another. Finally, Qiao Song, the mummy sarcophagus, and the band pursuers entered the new auditorium one after another.

And Qiao Song, as he wished, heard the prompt sound coming from his ear.

[Ding——It is detected that the number of players present has reached 5 or more, and a random funeral will be held. ]

The lights in the room suddenly lit up, but just like before, all that was visible were will-o'-the-wisp lights.

[Random death character selection...]

[Ding——The target mission has been selected. Please hold a qualified funeral for him! ]

On the ceiling, the same map appeared, and a cursor flashed again and began to jump.

Qiao Song noticed that the square where the 2D pianist's funeral was located had gone dark and was not among the options this time.

The same process went on quickly. After completing this selection, Qiao Song’s eyes blurred and he appeared in the same blank hall as before.

However, the progress this time is different from last time. Last time, everything from wreaths to various preliminary decorations were completed, even the coffin and the tablet were already placed. She just had to go over and choose a piece of music.

This time, the first thing Qiao Song saw was a large male corpse.

[Ding—Your assigned task for this round is to arrange the objects on the platform.]

There was only a bright white light in the dark space, shining from top to bottom, making it look solemn and dignified.

A table soon appeared in front of him, followed by wreaths that slowly began to appear in the distance. Qiao Song felt as if someone had already started making choices, and the surrounding environment was constantly being improved.

Qiao Song was still thinking about what happened before.

When she was being chased by the musicians before, she wondered whether the rules that Xiao Cong had asked her to read would only take effect once they entered the auditorium.

Sure enough, whether it was a performance or gathering five people to start the funeral, it had to be done in the auditorium.

But, Pharaoh, that little fool... little cutie, seemed to have his brain dried up by the wind, and his IQ wasn't very high. He probably had never entered the auditorium before, but he had seen others suffer losses, so he knew some rules, but not much.

Qiao Song had reason to suspect that funerals were not held often in the Happy Cemetery, otherwise the mummy would not dare to barge in directly.

So, the pursuers plus her made up a total of five people.

These five people might be living people or human players, otherwise there wouldn't be such a big cemetery. Apart from anything else, these guys are rehearsing when they have nothing to do, so it's impossible that they can't get this many people together.

After she rushed out the door, Xiao Cong and Lin Qun must have followed her. Including her, there were only three of them. Who were the other two people?

Qiao Song even thought that this mummy might be one of them, otherwise why would his coffin be covered with stickers from a two-dimensional funeral like a souvenir.

Qiao Song actually also received a souvenir, which was the record of the Strong Army War Song in her pocket.

It was confirmed by the timid lady before that it is a red song that can dispel all fears!

But she wasn't really afraid of ghosts. Aren't ghosts just a few blades of grass that swam around in her pond every day? What was there to be afraid of?

Qiao Song walked around the male corpse twice and saw a diary in his hand.

No, it’s not a diary, but a thin biography.

Qiao Song watched as the thing turned into a huge poster that looked like a will and flew out and unfolded itself.

[He Haiping: National Class II long-distance runner, owner of Ocean Fitness Center, heir to Tiantian Supermarket... He has won many provincial and municipal awards...]

These introductions were a bit boring, so Qiao Song just glanced at them casually.

At the end was a real handwritten will, which was somewhat similar to the paper that Qiao Song and the others had written before entering the cemetery.

He Haiping's will reads: It is a pity that I have not been able to win glory for my country and participate in international competitions in this lifetime, but I will never regret choosing this path... My life is a long-distance race with no end. Even if I retire, my legs are still there. If I run to the finish line first this time, I hope my baby can come a little later.

Qiao Song looked through some of this man's belongings, from some trophies he had in elementary school to the gym he opened after graduation, which he even turned into a chain. His business kept getting bigger and bigger, and his family also ran a chain of supermarkets, so long-distance running was more like a hobby for him.

But this hobby took up the largest space in his personal will.

The will consisted of only a few short lines. Apart from an ugly portrait of his wife and children, all that was left were the awards that he had listed so well.

Qiao Song had never lived or died. She had only seen the photos taken by A Guang, which recorded some scenes of human festivals.

People are always very particular about the things they like. The biographies mentioned above do not seem to be written by the person himself, but more like a condensed background introduction of his entire life.

A farewell letter constitutes two different lives: one in your own eyes and the other in the eyes of others.

The two combined allowed Qiao Song to get to know the complete He Haiping in just a few minutes.

A new dialog box has appeared in front of you.

[Please select suitable burial objects for He Haiping's altar]

Only then did Qiao Song remember what those round objects, various handwritten picture books, and a small piano score placed on the table at the two-dimensional funeral he had attended before were used for.

That's something that someone else has already chosen.

So when she entered the 2D funeral before, she only had to choose the music, because the other things were already prepared?

A large number of objects suddenly appeared in front of Qiao Song's eyes, at least thirty or forty of them.

[Please select 3~5 items from the following]

Recalling what he had just seen, Qiao Song picked out a ladies bracelet, which was a token of love between He Haiping and his wife. Then there was a photo of a ribbon-cutting ceremony at the gym, the first long-distance running trophy He Haiping had won, the child's birth certificate, and finally a family photo of the whole family.

[All your choices are correct. Congratulations on getting the best gift: the long-distance running shoes that never give up! ]

The scene in front of me began to move faster, starting with the items on the altar being placed, followed by photos, wreaths, elegiac couplets and eulogies, music, and finally the list of attendees at the funeral.

Just like before, when everything was ready, the music started.

The melodious tune is brisk and unrestrained, just like the day one summer when a sweaty teenager first learned the joy of running. He looked at the podium on TV and imagined that one day he would be able to wear the national flag.

Even though he never won the highest level medal in his life, and he later became the owner of a gym, the husband of his loved ones, and a father, he still remembered the dream of that afternoon.

He likes running.

The background music is still not the traditional mourning music.

With the blessing of music, a funeral that didn't seem very sad began.

Qiao Song even saw a lady pulling a little girl to the crystal coffin and talking in a low voice.

The two of them kept crying only at the beginning, but later on, they talked about something and their expressions gradually softened. They even hugged their daughter and smiled at her father.

"Xiaobao seems to have inherited your talent and has recently started to practice sprinting. But your daughter is much better than you. She has already passed the second-level certificate. In the future, she will definitely win more trophies than you."

There were not too many earth-shattering sounds of pain or a heavy atmosphere. Qiao Song did not expect that a human funeral would be like this.

A Guang also boasted that the documentaries he shot were all realistic. This is not very realistic. He was very relaxed at two consecutive funerals.

Or is it because the deceased himself is the one who designs the funeral?

Qiao Song said a few words to his former teammates, and was soon bounced out of the funeral.

This time, as soon as she came out, Xiao Cong, who had been chasing her, grabbed her arm quickly: "You can't go on. It won't be long before dawn. Go back quickly!"

The previous pursuers have all entered this new small dance hall. Various strange musicians, with instruments in their hands, are still playing a song that has not yet been completed.

After Xiao Cong finished speaking, he stuffed a note into Qiao Song's pocket: "Each person can only attend three funerals a day, and there will be another chance later. You have been targeted by them today, so leave first!"

This time, Qiao Song did not threaten the Pharaoh again. The other's sarcophagus had already sunk into the wall. It was obvious that the surrounded musicians had vented their anger before entering the funeral.

"Don't come over here, I'm a dried corpse and I'm not tasty! Damn it, I told you my arms are dry too, go and gnaw on them, there's a human over there, gnaw on her flesh!"

Seeing that Qiao Song was about to run away again, the resentful mummy immediately waved his hand and pointed at the human who was ready to escape in the corner.

After putting on his running shoes, Qiao Song gave a push with his middle finger, then smashed the wall with a hammer and rushed out into the hall which was already riddled with holes.

【Never give up long-distance running shoes】

[This pair of shoes can maximize your physical potential, and is particularly good for long-term running. "There is no race in the world that must reach a specific finish line. When you finish the race, you have already won the scenery."]

A pair of shoes with wings just carried Qiao Song forward.

She quickly adjusted her body shape. She didn't expect the shoes to be so powerful. With one force, they almost took her to the sky.

It seems that this is not a prop, but more like a player skill. It falls off directly after death, which is why the effect is so good.

Qiao Song actually used several skills today, including the hammer and paper man, and he probably won’t be able to use them anymore.

But it doesn’t matter. After she took over Zootopia, she still had the powers of the twelve zodiac animals that she hadn’t used, so she could afford to use them.

Qiao Song saw the direction and immediately retreated back home. Xiao Cong reminded him in time that it was indeed getting late.

The funeral band was more difficult to organize than she had imagined. She had not expected that funerals could be held in this area. Moreover, it seemed that funerals had rarely been held before. They couldn't even get five people together. This could only mean that the so-called "five people" were definitely not local residents.

In addition to the one she knew, there were two other living people present at the time. Who were they?

As Qiao Song skipped forward in his long-distance running shoes, he heard the whistling sound of the sarcophagus behind him.

The bacon covered with various spices had been eaten into pieces. The Pharaoh had never hated the burial techniques in his hometown so much.

Those guys who can only play a few tunes actually thought it was a flavored meat product!

This is intolerable. It is too late to move today. He has remembered this grudge and will find a way to take revenge tomorrow!

The sarcophagus was originally shaped like a car and was traveling at a very fast speed. The pair of shoes on Qiao Song's feet were just disposable items, but concentration is the essence, and he actually returned home earlier than the Pharaoh.

This was enough to make the mummy who had been following him and wanted to hit him to death so angry that he smashed the steering wheel and cursed in a foreign language.

There was a piece of cloth stuffed in Qiao Song's ears, so he couldn't hear the mummy's swearing and couldn't understand it.

Before dawn, although the guys in the band did not chase out, the funeral home band seemed to have a performance mission and started playing music according to the previous plan.

The music spread throughout the Happy Cemetery, and also struck the players who were rushing home.

But this time, Qiao Song was not affected by the music.

She calculated the time accurately and quickly returned to her own tomb. She even had time to tease the Pharaoh about the nicks on his body: "Neighbor, you look pretty good, but you got bitten so many times."

The Pharaoh was so angry that he dared not do anything as it was only a few seconds before dawn. He quickly opened the tomb and went back inside.

Qiao Song calmed his breath and waited for dawn, preparing to observe the movements of the buffaloes today.

But what was beyond her expectation was that today, when the familiar light fell, in addition to the buffaloes in front of her, new characters appeared at the door of her house.

At the moment of dawn, two human figures appeared on the cows that came directly from the roadside to the grass in front of the grave like white water drops and began to eat grass.

One was a lady wearing a strange wizard costume and a wig with an exaggerated shape and colorful eyes.

As a pianist, she certainly loves the piano. She is holding a small toy made of black and white piano keys in her hand, but her clothes are very similar to the two-dimensional costumes that appeared at her funeral, serious and playful.

The decorations on her body are the same as those placed directly on the counter, there are even a few shiny bajis, and there is also a pain bag on her back to display the surroundings.

The only thing that could be seen to be related to her profession was the piano ornament on her body.

Qiao Song recognized her. This was the girl who played various 2D songs at the funeral.

The other one, of course, was a long-distance runner who was carrying a trophy on his back and was in the process of taking something out of the trophy and throwing it to the ground.

The two men seemed to have come to deliver something to Qiao Song. They rode on cows, circled in front of the grave, and soon left with the herd of cows.

These two people, who were lying in coffins and looked dead, appeared with the cow after the funeral...

Outside the coffin, the white light was dazzling, but the cattle and the souls of those who had held the funeral did not melt. Instead, they walked side by side along the cemetery, not knowing where they were going.

As Qiao Song watched, he felt himself being pulled into the dream again.

Oh, by the way, today, she can go see her mother.