Chapter 273 Happy Cemetery

Qiao Song suddenly woke up while pretending to take a walk.

The crow's feathers suddenly burned, which was obviously not a good sign. Qiao Song naturally did not expect that Li Yuan had already been on the blacklist of the building in his dream.

After she opened her eyes, she felt that the ceiling was a little low today.

I sat up and took a closer look. Wow, I paid a price for racing yesterday. The house has become much smaller and now looks more like a basement.

Qiao Song checked the group as usual, but today's news came out a little slowly.

[Are you feeling any abnormalities? I woke up today and felt dizzy...]

[The discomfort is secondary. My house is almost turning into a real coffin house...Are we still going to drive out today? ]

[Family members, who can play an instrument? We have found a way to join the funeral home band. All you need to do is bribe the original members and fill out an entry form to get in! ]

[Just bribe, is that so simple? Could it be that the NPC in the cemetery is short of money? ]

[Local residents probably don't have a single soul coin on them. All their liquid assets are probably already in their graves.]

This happens when the player enters the graveyard himself.

When Qiao Song saw this, his eyes suddenly moved slightly, as if he had thought of something.

Buy a grave, write a will, spend all your money, use up all your skills...

What you bring into this world you cannot take out when you die.

Could it be that buying a grave, holding a funeral, and simulating a death is the correct way to clear the level?

But such an attempt requires great courage and there is almost no turning back.

Moreover, there is no clearance requirement for Happy Cemetery, and there is no such thing as clearance.

Its existence is to provide a door.

Qiao Song thought for a moment and briefly described the process of how he joined the band, which was similar to the previous proposal.

[…There is a limit of three funerals per day, and the more funerals there are, the faster the individuals will age. It is not yet known whether this is only affected by the band members, or if all the people who participate in the funeral segment will gradually age.]

There is strength in numbers in the group, and some people will give feedback immediately.

[It should be that attending a funeral will have an impact, I also have white hair today]

[Me too, damn, I got two crow's feet after just one night]

Qiao Song looked for a while and found that these people did show signs of aging, but not to the same degree as hers.

Qiao Song touched his face and judging from the elasticity, he was already close to 30 or 40 years old, with his hands looking even older.

If the cost of joining a band is so high, then why didn't Xiao Cong and Lin Qun change at all when she met them before?

Qiao Song felt that there must be other problems involved.

【Grave Information Summary X379】

[Everyone, I have sorted out the information you have submitted. Please pay special attention to the names that have been marked, as they may resurrect at any time.]

【Pretending to be dead? 】

Players who went to the auditorium to attend the funeral yesterday immediately pointed out that the color of the tomb indirectly indicated whether the person inside was dead or not.

[A tomb where a ceremony has been held is almost the same as an empty tomb. After a while, it will become an empty house and be rented out again, just like when we came here. I estimate that at this rate, the second batch of players will be able to come here soon.]

Qiao Song felt it necessary to remind these people:

[The second wave of tourists will enter the cemetery in five days, but we don’t have much time left. The island will be submerged in less than half a month. At that time, you will only have two choices: stay or return to the ship.]

Qiao Song’s ship is the players’ last resort.

The group was quiet for a while, then became active again:

[It doesn't matter. Life is all about trying new things. After watching a few funerals, I can now let go of them a little. I'm going to apply for a job in a band today!]

【Then I'll go too! 】

【+1】

There was more than one person who could play a musical instrument, so everyone divided up the tasks today. Just like yesterday, some people went to the auditorium and tried to gather the number of people to hold the funeral.

Some people continued to wander around the cemetery, looking for other clues.

At this time, someone chatted privately with Qiao Song again. It was Xin Yue.

As the landlady who briefly provided accommodation during the Blind Box Paradise period, Xin Yue has always been a heartless person whose only pleasure is to argue with her younger brother.

But her tone at this time was obviously a little anxious: "Qiao Qiao, I wonder if that brat Wen Haoqian overslept. He hasn't posted a message in the group today."

There were so many players in the first wave that it was impossible to always observe who was speaking and who was not speaking in the group.

But in Xin Yue's eyes, Wen Haoqian is not only a mean brother who has been treated like a slave by her for so long, but also a little tail that she can't get rid of.

That useless little tail suddenly shut down and stopped talking. Something must have happened.

Qiao Song recalled for a moment: "I remember that Wen Haoqian's grave is not far from me, at the junction of the intermediate and primary graveyards."

Familiar people in the group informed each other of their locations. Although everyone was knocked down to different areas, there were always those who were close.

But Xin Yue didn't come to ask for help or for Qiao Song's help.

"No, Qiao Qiao, I'm planning to go find him. I sent you a message to tell you that the only thing that that brat did that was different from other players was that he had already written his will in advance."

will?

Qiao Song suddenly remembered this thing on which he had only written his name.

Wen Haoqian finished writing this thing as soon as he entered the dungeon?

"He also went to the auditorium yesterday and watched the last bartender's funeral. He came back and finished writing his will. He also joked with me that if he couldn't go out or come home in the future, he should be buried in a grand manner according to his will. In his life, he followed in his father's footsteps and became an untalented suit tailor, which disappointed his father and me. If he has the chance, he still wants to do something he likes."

Xin Yue's tone was calm, but Qiao Song could already tell that her breathing was a little unstable.

"That brat is just crazy. He wrote his will like a thousand-word essay. I've never seen him write so well in the college entrance examination. Qiao Qiao, let me make it clear first. I haven't written a single word of my will. I'm not ready to lie in the grave yet."

"I have sent you the general contents of Wen Haoqian's will. If I fail to return in time today, or if neither of us siblings show up at dark tomorrow, this should serve as effective reference information."

Qiao Song heard the sound of the coffin car starting, Xin Yue had already set off.

The opponent's grave grass was dealt with so efficiently that he must have used a lot of skills and props.

Qiao Song also quickly turned over and left her own grave. She had a hunch that something big might happen today.

The players collected information very quickly, and there must be players from the band who would specially attend today. Qiao Song did not hesitate and prepared to skip work today.

She sent a message to Tang Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, I'm going to the low-level cemetery to do some work. When you apply for the job today, you can mention that the band is short of people, and someone will speak up for you."

Tang Xiaoxiao quickly replied OK, without asking Qiao Song what he was going to do. Instead, she said that she would report the situation at the band to Qiao Song.

Tang Xiaoxiao has completed the prop exchange with Chi Xiaoyao, and now has a ukulele in his hand, while the other party has a knife.

After Qiao Song explained everything, he immediately dragged his coffin out.

The grass on the grave was still swaying and dancing today. Based on the experience of the past few days, Qiao Song had participated in and helped organize funerals, so as usual, various white sand fragments were left on the grass in front of her grave, inhibiting the growth of grass.

Qiao Song dealt with the grass very quickly today. All the props had been pulled out two days ago, and she got nothing today. She drove away directly, glancing at the lawn next door.

Why is the mummy quiet today?

Qiao Song looked in the rearview mirror for a long time and found that the door sign next door had changed. As a stingy person, she did not erect a tombstone for herself or post a photo. This was also the choice of most players these days.

But as a local resident, the neighbor had a lot of decorations on the tombstone before.

The Egyptian-style stones, gold powder and gold threads are all gone, replaced by Chinese-style paper-folding decorations.

Qiao Song frowned and continued driving forward, realizing that the person sitting next to him might have changed.

Considering the previous behaviors of the mummies, can the local residents change the location of the tomb?

The rules of the cemetery are strange and don’t seem fatal, but falling asleep here may mean eternal sleep.

Qiao Song felt that if Wen Haoqian really encountered some problems, this meant that the will, the tomb, and the funeral might be the key to uncovering the secrets of the Happy Cemetery.

As she drove the coffin cart at lightning speed, the first wave of players today also arrived at the funeral center.

The band members all looked unhappy. One reason was because yesterday was too chaotic and the hungry musical instruments got angry and bit their owners' arms, leaving bloody cuts all over.

The second is that there are more players applying for jobs today for unknown reasons.

Lin Qun and Xiao Cong looked anxious and seemed to want to say something, but there were too many eyes in the band.

The time they came in was different from the other players, and their conditions were also abnormal. Qiao Song had grown older after holding several funerals, but these two had not changed much.

Seeing that Qiao Song had just joined the band yesterday and skipped work today, Lin Qun could only muster up the courage to speak to Tang Xiaoxiao and others and let them join the band first.

Xiao Cong knew that Qiao Song must have discovered some important news. Although these players' behavior seemed a little crazy, they were actually organized and methodical.

Fortunately, they knew Tang Xiaoxiao.

"The band is already short of people, so it's no big deal to let these people join. They will pay the price they should pay." Lin Qun was also complimenting him crazily.

Maybe the soul coin offensive worked, and a group of NPCs who were penniless after entering the cemetery had no choice but to turn a blind eye.

Tang Xiaoxiao took over Qiao Song's position yesterday.

The band needed to bring their own instruments, and she used a ukulele. Fortunately, the game world did not require a high level of playing skills. When Tang Xiaoxiao and others were cooperating to hold the first funeral, she found that someone was staring at her.

When the octopus saw Tang Xiaoxiao looking at him, he lowered his tentacles shyly. In between playing the dulcimer, he actually took the initiative to talk to her: "Hello, I smell the scent of knowledge. Do you have a lot of exercise books?"

Tang Xiaoxiao was confused by the question. She thought the other party was talking about cheese, because the cracks on the instrument that the octopus was holding were drooling.

Tang Xiaoxiao was holding a ukulele, still waiting for the funeral to begin. Sister Qiao Song said that the band members would only attack the players, not their peers. She nodded gently: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Octopus suddenly became a little excited: "Can I exchange some props with you for a few exercise books? They only need to be written ones, they don't have to be props."

"Exercise book? What do you want this for?" Tang Xiaoxiao looked puzzled.

"I'm collecting my burial objects!"

This octopus was much friendlier to Tang Xiaoxiao than it was to Qiao Song. She even waved her tentacles and quietly approached, and kindly reminded Tang Xiaoxiao:

"I'm very civilized. I will only trade with you. Others might snatch it away! Let me tell you, there's an old man who plays the erhu in the band who has been eyeing you for a long time. His erhu has eaten many people before. I don't know if he wants to be buried with you, but if you chase the player in the corridor later, you have to be careful not to be bitten by him!"

When Octopus saw her nod, he immediately became happy: "I am also a student by profession. I am different from those smelly adults. I can smell that you have the same smell as me!

If you agree, we can complete the deal after the first funeral, so that I can have one more tentacle to use! I can leave this damn place right away!"

Tang Xiaoxiao thought about it and decided to give Octopus a few of her exercise books. The octopus then handed her a small fishing net.

[A fishing net commonly used by fishermen at the seaside, with the fearful cries of marine creatures written on it, which has a miraculous effect on any creature living in the water. ]

This thing seems to be of no use to her.

Happy Cemetery is now the only place on the Infinite Highway that has not been submerged by the River of Life and Death. It is like a mountain, and there is not even a pool of water in the cemetery on the hillside.

Tang Xiaoxiao had just thought about this when all the multiple-choice questions for the first funeral were finally answered, and a unique funeral began.

This time, it was a water burial.

In the band, all members except Octopus were stunned for a moment.

Water burst out from the coffin and immediately flooded the entire venue.

Tang Xiaoxiao only heard the showy conductor with a slicked-back hair in the front suddenly raised his hand and yelled, "Everyone stay in your chair. You can go back safely after the performance. Remember, don't leave your chair!"

Tang Xiaoxiao quickly adjusted her posture and state. She played diligently, and occasionally looked up to see notes falling from the sky like snowflakes. She also saw a muscular woman with wheat-colored skin carrying a giant surfboard, jumping down on the notes with a smile on her face.

"Not bad, it's almost 100% accurate to what I described in my will. Thank you all for coming to my farewell ceremony. See you in the next life if we're lucky enough!"

Then the surfer put two fingers together and made a goodbye gesture from his eyebrows.

Tang Xiaoxiao could see a large amount of water directly flooding the funeral site, and then the waves rose. The lady with particularly healthy skin took off the surfboard on her back and stepped on a wave, like a sharp knife or a seagull, freely cutting through the dark sky.

She rushed away, creating a hole in the night sky. Tang Xiaoxiao seemed to see a flash of white light in the hole in a trance.

She hadn't recovered from the shock yet when she suddenly felt her hands aching. Looking down, she felt like she had really grown a centimeter or two taller.

The octopus next to her changed from 8 legs to 9 legs.

The conductor stood on the podium with a somewhat bored look on his face, propping his chin with a white glove, watching the players jumping around like monkeys, constantly triggering new funerals.

The guy he was afraid of was not here today, so he seemed particularly relaxed.

Qiao Song is really restless. It has only been three days. Even though she is not here, her gaming style has been passed down. Not only are the players not going crazy, they are also quite organized. No one dares to trigger the fourth funeral.

What a disappointment for the microphone, he was expecting a good show.

Judging from the time, it’s time for those ghosts to take action. Qiao Song has come to the cemetery, aren’t these guys panicking?

I want to eat some melon seeds and dried fish.

He stood at the best viewing platform so long in advance just to watch the show. Damn it, how long does he have to wait?

Mike's head, which was wrapped in a plastic bag, suddenly shook and caught an unusual note.

In the band, the octopus that had just received a bunch of exercise books from Tang Xiaoxiao and had grown its ninth tentacle quickly waved its tentacles, suddenly jumped out, and shouted happily:

"Great, it's finally my turn this time! I've finally collected all the things in the will!"

As soon as Octopus finished saying this, the faces of several members of the band suddenly changed. Tang Xiaoxiao noticed that the old man playing the erhu that Octopus had mentioned to her before suddenly took out a bottle from his arms and took a few gulps from it. Then he seemed to have a last burst of energy and instantly looked 10 to 20 years younger, with even his hair becoming a lot darker.

Others had similar reactions. They didn’t know what magic medicine they had taken that made them look much younger in an instant.

Only Tang Xiaoxiao, Lin Qun and Xiaocong were suddenly submerged by a burst of light without any preparation.

[Ding——Congratulations on triggering Zhang Yuli's extra funeral! It was detected that the other two halls also met the funeral triggering conditions. Now merge the three funerals! ]

The moment Tang Xiaoxiao heard the prompt tone, she understood that this was not good. Sister Qiao Song had said before that there could not be more than three funerals a day, and now, because the members inexplicably wanted to start holding their own funerals, this would be the fourth one!

What does it mean to have a combined funeral?

Tang Xiaoxiao felt as if there were pillars of light exploding around her, with several luminous bodies. The light was so dazzling that it seemed as if day was coming early.

Just when she thought the situation couldn't get any worse, the system prompt stuck and sounded again.

[Ding——Congratulations on triggering the extra funeral of player Wen Haoqian! A funeral that is already being merged has been detected. Now continue to merge and start the collective funeral mode! Players, please make the right choice and don't confuse the deceased's tomb and item information! ]

At this moment, all the players, whether in the auditorium or outside who were still collecting information among the tombstones, were completely confused by the prompts in their ears.

Especially the players who did not go to the funeral home, they all looked at the glowing building.

Three white beams of light pierced through the roof, and then glowing bubbles appeared in the sky one after another.

[Ding——The first wave of collective triggering, please put the correct burial objects, epitaphs, wreath decorations, etc. into the correct tomb before dawn! If you fail, the cemetery will randomly reclaim some players' tomb shelters during the day. ]

Damn, isn’t that just like sending someone to reincarnate at random?

The players in the group were all in an uproar.

The more observant people realized that in addition to the three glowing light beams at the funeral home, there was also one in the cemetery area.

Finally, a player remembered: "Wait, if I remember correctly, in the last supplementary explanation just now, didn't it say that a player named Wen Haoqian would also have a funeral?"

Xin Yue and Wen Haoqian are not lone wolves, and many people know them. Some players also recalled that they did not see Wen Haoqian speaking in the group this morning.

At this moment, Tang Xiaoxiao, who was at the center of the band, also figured out what Sister Qiao Song was going to do today.

The player has actually taken the initiative to trigger the funeral.

But, for a funeral, don't you need to prepare a lot of burial objects in advance? Otherwise, why did this octopus wait until it grew its ninth tentacle...

Before she could think more, all kinds of icons flew out from the sky, and the ukulele in Tang Xiaoxiao's hand started moving on its own like a clockwork toy.

From previous experience, each funeral in the cemetery has different music, but this open collective funeral is like a bottle of mixed and stirred drink, causing the band's instruments to actually emit all kinds of chaotic and strange tones.

Tang Xiaoxiao didn't even have a choice. No matter what icon floated down from the sky, she would be forced to play the corresponding ukulele.

As different music played alternately, Tang Xiaoxiao felt that she was growing up. Her skin condition, bones, various organs, and even energy levels reached their peak when she was about to turn 30. After crossing a certain age threshold, Tang Xiaoxiao finally felt the taste of aging.

Her strength began to decline rapidly, and her breathing was not as easy to adjust as before.

Compared to her changes, the other people in the band first became younger and then older.

Tang Xiaoxiao also understood those weird people in the band and why they drank some strange potions in advance to make themselves younger.

She felt her life slipping away. At this rate, Tang Xiaoxiao didn't know if the player could complete the task before daytime. She felt that if she had to complete a few more funeral music tasks, she might just die of old age!

Qiao Song felt the same way at this moment.

There was a whole band playing at the funeral home, and even though she didn't go to report it, notes were falling from the sky, and the reason was very simple.

Xin Yue was lying in front of a grave at this time, surrounded by scattered grass on the ground that had been properly cleared by the two of them.

The owner of the grass on the grave has not woken up yet, and his sister Xin Yue is hammering a crystal coffin frantically, trying to wake him up: "Wen Haoqian, you little bastard, who told you to write a will secretly! Open the door!"

It was obviously useless to shout at the dead to open the door. Her brother, who was wearing a short-sleeved suit, was lying in a crystal coffin with his hands crossed in front of him, as if he was really dead.

Qiao Song and Xin Yue both heard the system prompt.

Wen Haoqian's funeral is about to begin.