Chapter 270 Happy Cemetery

There are four areas in the cemetery. The largest area is the special area. No one has been heard going up there yet. Qiao Song guessed that the prices there are quite expensive and ordinary people probably have no chance to buy it.

And there are only 10 tombstones there, so there are relatively few targets.

There are at least a dozen or twenty players coming in, and the tasks assigned to each person are not too many.

With the experience of the previous two days, everyone gradually became proficient in weeding.

Like Qiao Song, there were also people who encountered saplings appearing in the bushes. It was said that they reproduced very quickly and were very troublesome.

[As long as you wear gloves, the thing can be easily pulled out, but the main thing is to be quick, otherwise one will give birth to two, two will give birth to three, and it will grow faster than grass. ]

[Did you get any rewards after removing the saplings? I got a prop]

The abilities of the players who came in varied. Some were severely troubled by the weeding, while others, like Qiao Song, gained something else.

[I got a musical instrument, it's very powerful, but I'm not very good at playing the ukulele, it would be nice to have a knife or something]

[I got a bone-chopping knife, which is a bit heavy for me, but I can play the ukulele. If you don't mind, let's exchange? ]

[That's great, ok, ok, which area are you in? ]

The person who got the bone-cutting knife was Tang Xiaoxiao, and the ukulele belonged to the delivery boy. She and Chi Xiaoyao quickly agreed to exchange props.

They will receive system prompts after weeding, especially after removing saplings, and the items they obtain are all items left by the previous owner of the tomb, so there is a strong correlation between the professions and they may not be suitable for everyone.

When Qiao Song saw the bone-chopping knife, he suddenly asked:

[Xiao Xiao, what was the occupation of the previous owner of your cemetery? Was he a butcher?]

On the other end of the communicator, Tang Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment. She thought for a moment before replying:

[It is possible that the items left behind by ordinary players, especially props, are not so professional. In addition to the butcher knife, I also got an electronic scale. ]

It is written in the instructions of the electronic scale that this is a butcher's electronic scale that sells pork. After putting items of equal weight on it, you can choose to turn the items on the scale back into pork.

Tang Xiaoxiao thought the item was interesting so she kept it, but the knife was too heavy and she could hardly wield it. Chi Xiaoyao happened to be in good shape and wanted a knife-like prop.

Tang Xiaoxiao learned to play the ukulele when she was in junior high school, and Sister Qiao Song said that her goal today is to go to the Funeral Management Center again to find an opportunity to join the band.

Tang Xiaoxiao wants to give it a try. As long as she can play a musical instrument, she can get in, or there are other requirements. And she wants to try driving today.

She is not the only one in the group who wants to try the coffin cart.

Usually when the day turns to night, players will choose to weed first and then go out to explore the environment. Today there is an additional task of counting tombstones.

Time is running out, and as the data is collected, we will inevitably need to go to a farther place. It would be too dangerous to just walk at this time.

Instead of driving when there is no way to retreat later, it is better to adapt to the world now. With the speed at which everyone’s rooms are shrinking, the room will also become smaller if you are just sleeping. It is better to let the brave ones enjoy the world first.

[Okay, let's divide the area in advance, and everyone should be assigned positions to avoid duplication. ]

After exchanging information in the group and dividing the tasks, half an hour of the night's safe time had passed.

Fortunately, the grass in front of the cemetery does not grow in units of time. Instead, it gradually becomes active after the player goes up, as if these things grow by absorbing human essence.

When Qiao Song opened the coffin and stood up, the grass on the lawn, which was just as high as his calves, suddenly became lively. They first grew a lot taller, and then began to dance in a naughty way.

But today's weeding task seems to be simpler than before.

Qiao Song had been prepared that he might face more saplings mixed in the grass and causing chaos today, but he found that there were fewer than yesterday.

As she used tools to weed, she keenly felt that the land beneath her feet had changed.

A layer of fine, sand-like shiny objects was mixed in the grass. Qiao Song observed that in areas with more of these shiny objects, the grass and saplings grew much slower.

The effect is that of a saline land.

After weeding, Qiao Song obtained beauty-related items today, but they were not as effective as yesterday's. He only got a mud mask that could change his appearance.

Qiao Song put away his things and looked next to him.

She felt a strong gaze while working today.

Pharaoh seemed to be holding his breath and kept staring at Qiao Song. He knew that this human would not spend a long time weeding every day. The plan to exchange houses with the gold and silver zombies was postponed for one day, and he could afford to wait.

Pharaoh would never lose face to the same person twice.

He just doesn't want to use his skills, it's not like he doesn't have skills and props.

He just couldn't believe that every time the player's stock was used up, it would be less. Could this guy still be as crazy as he was yesterday?

Qiao Song doesn’t have any shoes with wings to use today!

See if he doesn’t hit this guy to death!

Qiao Song clicked his tongue: "You damn thing, you still want to hit me?"

It just so happened that she was planning to drive out today, and her own car couldn't get in, otherwise she could let this damn mummy feel what a real championship car is.

As long as Qiao Song stayed within the scope of his own cemetery, no one else could get in. Pharaoh was about to nail a hole in the floor. Qiao Song leisurely drove out his standard coffin cart for a mid-level cemetery that looked like it was mass-produced.

Compared with the Pharaoh's sarcophagus decorated with gems and gold threads, Qiao Song's artifact looks like it will rot after two years of being buried in the ground, while the Pharaoh's is a cultural relic that can serve as a work of art that showcases the highest level of craftsmanship of that era.

"You are just a good-looking but useless thing. Come and chase me if you can."

Qiao Song calmly gestured, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away in the coffin car.

Before Pharaoh could launch his attack, he was forced to swallow a mouthful of exhaust gas. His expression suddenly became a little ugly: "How come she is so fast?"

Qiao Song couldn't tell him that he had participated in the Deadly Road Friendly Race.

Now she understood why the two little zombies drove a coffin car during the competition. This car was really fun to drive.

After the seat is automatically adjusted to the driving position, the human body fits comfortably in the coffin, making people feel particularly peaceful when dying.

Her coffin lid can also be transformed into an LED screen at any time to display the road conditions ahead and the conditions of the vehicles behind.

The pharaoh's sarcophagus is indeed very beautiful, but it is also much heavier. Qiao Song is mainly on guard against whether the other party will use the same method that was used before to interfere with her return home, and throw out a bunch of stones that can move freely.

In the end, it was useless for this bandage spirit to do anything. He stubbornly followed her car from behind, but his skills were not good enough.

The car was driving so fast that Qiao Song could already see the roof of the Funeral Management Center in the distance.

When she was running for her life in the corridor yesterday, she took the opportunity to write down all the maps of the fire escape.

This house doesn't look big, but there are actually four auditoriums inside, one in each of the east, south, west and north corners.

Qiao Song’s goal today is very simple. If he can apply for the band, he will apply. If he fails, don’t blame her for being ruthless. Just help the management office complete the performance targets in batches.

Funeral, right? Here she comes!

When Pharaoh saw Qiao Song rushing back to yesterday's place without looking back, he immediately hesitated.

What's wrong with this guy's brain? He was chased like that yesterday, and he's still joining in the fun today!

It was true that Pharaoh wanted revenge, but after thinking it over, he decided it was not worth it to go to the management office and fight with the band just for Qiao Song.

Local residents like them can't attend too many funerals, so he and the little gold and silver zombies have an appointment for a later handover today...

Pharaoh gritted his teeth and began to slow down and change his route, obviously not intending to continue chasing.

Qiao Song:?

Did I say you could go?

She turned the steering wheel and suddenly slowed down, suddenly falling behind the pharaoh's coffin, cutting directly behind the sarcophagus, and then accelerated forward again.

With a bang, the two coffins rear-ended each other.

A warning red light immediately lit up on Qiao Song’s coffin lid.

[It is detected that your pipe is damaged, please repair it in time! Each repair of the vehicle requires a large amount of soul coins, please cherish your coffin! ]

Qiao Song, who is stingy in other aspects, never shows mercy when fighting. He just waves his hand and starts to charge money without blinking an eye.

While she was repairing the damaged part, she took the other guy, who was gradually afraid of Pharaoh, and pushed him directly into the funeral home they had entered yesterday.

Pharaoh's face turned green.

"You are crazy, you don't want to live anymore, but I still want to live!"

Qiao Song was puzzled: "You are already lying in the cemetery, and you are still talking about being alive?"

The Pharaoh responded by throwing out a large number of meteorite chunks.

He was reluctant to use too many when dealing with Qiao Song before, but this time he just threw out ten or eight of them. As expected, Qiao Song let go of the back of his car and instead rushed into the band training room with the stone on top of the coffin.

The house in the cemetery can repair itself. The big hole that appeared yesterday had already healed, but another one was created today.

Qiao Song was not afraid of the big stones. As soon as the stones started moving, she waved her hand and was not ready to pick up a few of them, but the stones seemed to be sucked by something and automatically moved to the wall and became part of the material.

Qiao Song: Fully automatic wall repair, so thoughtful?

The first thing she did after getting out of the coffin was to send a message to the chat group on the communicator.

According to the information gathered yesterday, there are only two public buildings in the cemetery besides the cemetery. One is the funeral center here, and the other is the administrator's office.

Qiao Song suspected that the other place Pharaoh was in such a hurry to go was the administrator's office. He should have planned to go there yesterday.

Funeral homes are easy to understand, as they are definitely used to hold funerals.

But the administrator center didn’t know what it was for, so Qiao Song sent a message asking others to keep an eye on it for her.

Before she left the coffin, she applied the makeup mask she got today on her face and slightly adjusted her appearance.

Her Shirobako actually has similar skills, but each time you use it, you have less and less, so it’s better to use the free items first.

After her appearance changed, she immediately stood beside the coffin waiting for someone to cause trouble for her.

She had carefully chosen the location where she would hit the wall today, and it would not be as serious as yesterday, where she would rush into the band's rehearsal place.

But it was enough for others to come and cause trouble.

Qiao Song took out a musical instrument that he had received a long time ago. It was a thank-you gift from a music student in the car-building copy of Raising Dinosaurs:

[Suona music is small but with a big voice: After playing a suona music, the person who hears the music can be frozen in place and automatically enter the mood that matches the music. Please note that to use this item, you need to get a piece of music in advance.]

In other words, without music score, this thing cannot be used directly as a prop.

However, Qiao Song just wants to use it as an ordinary suona! A prop is gone after one use, but if it is used as a musical instrument, it can be used many times!

Qiao Song can play the erhu and suona a little. She saw it yesterday. Although there were many musicians in the funeral music team, the instruments were very simple.

One person even has to be able to do several things. There is an eight-legged tentacle monster that plays the yangqin, the guzheng and the flute. It is so busy that its tentacles are almost tangled.

Qiao Song quickly shook out a large number of soul coins from his right hand.

Although she didn't buy the cemetery directly, she was not short of money.

A group of people quickly rushed out from the next room. Qiao Song also saw Lin Qun and Xiao Cong yawning inside. It was not known whether they did not sleep well, as they had dark circles under their eyes.

"you!!!"

Qiao Song discovered yesterday that, except for a very small number of people, most of the band members had difficulty speaking, and few of them could maintain their human form.

"This is all a misunderstanding. Don't worry, I'm here to apply for a job! This is housing compensation!"

Her hand shook, and a small bag of gold coins was placed directly in front of the guy who was rushing the fastest.

The soul coin offensive worked, and Qiao Song's guess in his heart was confirmed again - the local residents of the cemetery were indeed short of money.

The prerequisite for them to become local residents is that they must have purchased the cemetery directly, and no matter how much or how little money is in their account, not a penny will be left.

The system sells cemeteries to drain their last bit of savings.

There was an eight-legged tentacle that rushed the second fastest. The skinny old man in front had already taken the gold coin and counted it with a doubtful expression. At this time, Qiao Song had already affectionately grabbed one of the tentacle.

"Wow, you can play three instruments by yourself. I'm also here to apply for a job. I'm really good at playing the suona!"

She started performing without any explanation, making the octopus on the other side, who was not very friendly to begin with, completely confused.

"By the way, my name is Song Qiao. I think you guys are hiring. I saw the recruitment notice."

Xiao Cong and Lin Qun, who were hiding at the back and had nothing to do with the matter, suddenly looked at each other.

They carefully examined Qiao Song's appearance and finally reacted.

Song Qiao was the pseudonym that Qiao Song used in the paper-zha town.

Qiao Song, who used the face-changing mask, was different from yesterday. The ghosts around him didn't react for a while.

Lin Qun immediately stepped forward and suggested: "The band has been suffering from a lot of losses. We will have more and more players coming here in the next few days. Why don't we let her try? We won't be responsible if she dies anyway."

Qiao Song understood that Lin Qun was telling her in disguise that joining the band also had risks.

Qiao Song immediately agreed: "I will soon buy a graveyard and join the cemetery. Today, the coffin accidentally broke the wall. I will take out some soul coins to help everyone replenish the incense."

As soon as the incense came out, the expressions of the other musicians changed. They probably didn't expect Qiao Song to be so understanding.

When chatting in the group, someone said that items such as incense and candles have a certain calming effect on neighbors, which means that the ghosts here actually eat these things.

Qiao Song felt that the residents of the cemetery were unwilling to attend the funeral because helping others to be liberated would have some negative impact. They themselves probably wanted to hold a funeral, but certain conditions must be met.

The things that require batch statistics have been handed over to others. Qiao Song will try it out today to see what the benefits of being a musician are that make these people willing to stay despite the huge risks.

The guy who had caused trouble received compensation, so naturally his attitude changed. In addition, although the wall was broken, it had somehow repaired itself for the most part.

The amount of gold coins that Qiao Song took out was not a small number. Now they didn’t need to use them for repairs, but instead could share some among themselves.

After a discussion, several ghosts nodded in agreement.

If more than half agree, players can also join the band.

Qiao Song’s second guess was also confirmed. Those in the band were not necessarily ghosts. In the team that chased her yesterday, in addition to Pharaoh, Lin Qun and Xiao Cong, there was also a human player. This way, five people were gathered to enter the funeral preparation stage.

Thinking of this, Qiao Song did not stay with Lin Qun and Xiao Cong. Instead, he observed for a moment and continued to stay next to the eight-legged tentacle monster. Not far away was an old man playing the erhu.

This guy had grown some big mouths last night and almost bit her hair.

"Hello, does our band have any music? Let me take a look."

The eight-legged tentacle monster shook its head, raised its fleshy tentacles and pointed at a man in the front who was late and had a plastic bag on his head.

The man kept rubbing his face and finally managed to remove the plastic bag.

Qiao Song was not far away and soon smelled a very familiar scent of the facial mask that was added with plants.

Hmm? A fellow face-swapper?

The guy in a swallowtail windbreaker holding a baton nodded, then looked at Qiao Song: "Song Qiao, right? You pick a position. We don't have any sheet music, so I'll be the conductor. If you need to enter a special scene, just follow your feeling. The rest of the time, just practice casually. If you can't keep up at the critical moment, the format will be destroyed."

His attitude was a little too nice, and he even took the initiative to find a very clean chair and asked Qiao Song to move it over: "You can sit on this first. It has been two days since the outsiders entered the cemetery. Others may come in at any time. Everyone should be prepared to perform three shows every day."

The conductor, wearing a white glove, raised a finger and shook it:

"Oh, you are also a foreigner, but once you join the band, your identity will be different. Remember to complete your performance task well, otherwise, you will become one of the three incense sticks in front of the deceased."

It was the tone of voice and gesture habits that made it easy for Qiao Song to not expect them to be some special NPC.

But except for those who fled outside, most of them have been recruited by her into Zootopia.

White gloves, band, conducting skills...

When Qiao Song began to think, the commander above quickly seized the opportunity to distract her attention.

"Yesterday, two more residents in our community left us forever. Unfortunately, they were not able to return to their hometowns, but we will still send them off. For this, everyone needs more practice."

"Now everyone has noticed that there are many different styles of funerals nowadays. Especially for those who can lie in the cemetery, many are young people. I suggest that you expand the style of your music library. This is the new song I purchased today. Everyone follow along and take a look."

Qiao Song finally understood why there was no music score. The black clipboard in front of her where the music score was placed suddenly turned into a glowing screen.

A song mini-game that is not uncommon in game halls appears.

[It is detected that you have successfully joined the soul band of the funeral home. Please start your song practice game! ]

Qiao Song only felt that the surroundings suddenly darkened, and all the musicians disappeared, leaving only her and the screen in front of her.

And several glowing suona icons had fallen from the sky just like on the screen.

She roughly knew how to play this thing, and immediately blew the first note to try it out. The glowing screen in front of her flew up and tried to catch the suona pattern falling from the sky.

Depending on the different tones that Qiao Song blows each time, the position of the flat plate will be different.

Qiao Song quickly caught a basin full of glowing suona icons, just like playing a music game of catching gold coins. She was a little worried that if she played a whole song like this, the prop would be activated directly. As a result, before she finished practicing, she heard the conductor's exasperated voice:

"Why did this group of players come so early today? There are 5 of them all at once."

Qiao Song felt the surroundings light up again. Her new colleagues reappeared, and the conductor had already begun to complete the final preparations in a hurry:

"Remember, guys, once you start playing, you must not stop. If you stop, you will be burned like incense, understand?"

Then he raised his baton and waved it gently. Qiao Song changed his perspective and saw the process of a funeral being selected and then held.

The players in the group were really awesome. This time they formed a small team and came directly over, actively triggering the selection scene that Qiao Song mentioned.

If all goes well, at least three of the four auditoriums will be busy today.

This time, Qiao Song sat in a dark position, like a bystander, looking at a completely dark space with a small grid lit in the middle.

At first, only the middle coffin and the surrounding area were lit.

A player appears and starts selecting burial items. In addition, there are funeral decorations, such as wreaths, elegiac couplets, funeral background music, and the style of the tombstone, all of which are chosen by the player.

As a bystander this time, Qiao Song directly saw the appearance of the five people who came out to answer the multiple-choice questions.

There were two people she knew, both players, but to her surprise, the unlucky Pharaoh showed up at the player's funeral again, looking dejected and as if he didn't want to live anymore.

Although the word "unlucky" was written all over his face, his choice was quite good. Among a group of wreaths of different shapes, he boldly picked out two quite traditional festive red and white flowers.

That design doesn't look like a funeral, but a wedding.

There are also ribbons on the edges, connecting several wreaths together.

Qiao Song looked at other people's options in confusion for a while. The other players were not fools. Most of them carefully read the biography and will of the tomb owner, and finally chose things that looked very old.

Enamel cups, enamel bowls, and a bunch of old photos.

Qiao Song couldn't see the appearance of the player in the coffin, so she guessed that it might be an old man.

The other selections are still being made simultaneously, music is the last step, and after this is chosen, the band has to get to work.

However, when Qiao Song turned around, he saw that in addition to the player and the Pharaoh, there were two other guys who were also pulled in.

There were two zombies, one gold and one silver, dressed in cosplay-like costumes.

He looks familiar. Isn't this the guy who appeared in Hearse Entertainment and was beaten by her?

Can the residents of Happy Cemetery still come and go freely like this?