Chapter 264 Happy Cemetery
Qiao Song felt that there was definitely something wrong with this pricing system. The balance in her account, just in terms of soul coins, was enough to buy half a city, not to mention the real estate she owned.
So this price is totally unreasonable.
Have you ever seen the underworld asking the King of Hell for rent?
Although there is no underworld here either.
There is no complaint phone number on the high-tech coffin lid. Qiao Song missed the novice system in the first copy. The complaining customer service elf only appeared in the first copy, and after that there was only a cold mechanical prompt sound.
After passing through Zootopia, Qiao Song even speculated whether this system was just the human soul acting as a customer service, such as the non-stop workers in the Wu Ma domain and the players in the Zi Shu domain...
"There is no complaint window, which means that no matter whether the price is reasonable or not, it is at least compliant..."
Qiao Song thought for a moment, adjusted the window, closed the dazzling array of advertisements, and finally found a rental window in the corner in addition to the purchase window.
[Cemetery rental, payable on a daily basis, please note that there is a risk of being grazed when renting a cemetery! Please consider carefully]
grazing?
Qiao Song had long felt that the name Happy Cemetery sounded a bit like a ranch, and it turns out that cattle can really be grazed there?
She looked through the rules on the coffin and found that even after taking the coffin, entering the village was not completely safe. She had to complete daily tasks in the coffin, otherwise she would be kicked out at any time.
The daily tasks are as follows, and they seem to be things that you would only do during the Tomb Sweeping Festival:
[1. Remove the grass on your grave on a daily basis. (When you are in a state of near-death, your grave will be more likely to grow grass)]
When Qiao Song saw the first item, he couldn't help but sigh, "Why is everyone in this village burying their dead?"
But the second point made her feel a little confused.
[2. Please move once a day, otherwise the space inside the coffin will be gradually compressed into an urn.]
She looked around the space she was in. It wasn't particularly narrow, and was more like a wardrobe. There was a cool glowing screen in front of her. If the rules were not followed later, and the player couldn't get out of the closet and the space was compressed, it would be dangerous.
[3. Please always check the growth of grass on your neighbors' graves. If you find that no one has visited their graves for a long time, please notify the cemetery manager in time. Unless you can tolerate the grass on their graves growing on your side.]
It's this grass on the grave again.
Qiao Song moved his eyes to the last one and saw an advertisement.
[4. Purchase a local cemetery and enjoy fully automatic tomb sweeping, music playing, and weeding activities, eliminating the risk of grazing. Now you only need to pay all your wealth to get it. You can't bring it with you when you are born, and you can't take it with you when you die. Money is something outside of your body. Use soul coins to buy a fully automatic weeding cemetery, and you can lie down smoothly even after death. If you buy it now, you will also get a cemetery butler~]
Qiao Song clicked on the plus sign at the end of the fourth article, wanting to read the introduction of the cemetery manager.
As a result, all you can see is high-strength mosaics.
[You haven't purchased a cemetery yet, so you can't view the housekeeper information yet. Do you want to purchase it now? ]
The screen was not finished yet, as if it had learned the algorithm from some shopping software, it jumped directly to a sentence -
[Based on your financial situation, we recommend the following luxury packages: a high-rise cemetery by the sea, with a view of the entire island’s back garden…]
Whose good person's garden is in the cemetery.
Qiao Song closed his eyes and clicked the cross.
It's been a long time since I've seen such a pure profiteer who specializes in cheating dead people of their money.
Let her think about it, so the price mentioned above is indeed no problem. This place directly customizes a tomb that can loot all soul coins based on the player's account balance.
It’s not that they can’t afford it, but that demolition is more cost-effective.
She had been to the dungeon before, and compared to buying it directly, the risk of sinking was too high. After thinking for a moment, Qiao Song decided to rent it.
She intuitively felt that this grass on the grave might be a very crucial piece of information.
If there is too much grass on the grave, the grave will be kicked out. The grave must be rented every day, otherwise the grave will be kicked out.
Qiao Song could probably guess the consequences of being driven out, because before entering the village, the instruction manual, which was obviously not a rule, had already reminded him that if he was outside during the day, he had to hide in a mass grave.
There was a lot of garbage piled up at the mass grave, and there were a lot of boxes buried underneath. The garbage was either piled up like that accidentally or intentionally to be hidden inside.
If she guessed correctly, that kind of baggy style couldn't hide from living things, but it could be used to hide from inanimate objects, for example, to block out light.
"I hope it's not the kind of daytime I'm thinking."
Qiao Song knew that in his current state, he had finally become a human being. If he died after being exposed to white light, it would be a huge loss.
After paying the high rental fee of 10,000 soul coins, Qiao Song soon felt his upright coffin suddenly begin to lie back and switch directly into vehicle mode.
The process is very soothing, just like sitting in a 360° reclining massage chair.
[Ding~ Dear platinum customer, you have purchased a mid-level cemetery. Please choose the location you want to go to based on the current vacant area in the cemetery. The Feng Shui treasure land is limited and first come first served~]
Qiao Song saw a map suddenly light up on the screen, showing several vacant areas that looked like train seats.
She glanced at the other places where the ashes had gone down. The largest area was the special cemetery. There were only 10 graves there, but they occupied nearly half of the entire cemetery.
The rest of the areas are distributed in three levels: high, medium and low.
Qiao Song could see that there were several empty seats in his selectable area that were gradually dimming. It seemed that someone was also choosing a seat like him.
However, there are very few empty spaces next to each other. Most of them are sandwiched in a cemetery that is obviously full. The price of renting a cemetery is very expensive, with the low-level price being 5,000 yuan a day, the medium-level price being 10,000 yuan a day, and the high-level price being 50,000 yuan a day.
The special prize is 100,000 soul coins per day.
The price of renting a special cemetery for one day is almost the same as a high-level player's income from completing more than a dozen copies.
Qiao Song chose the middle option because he knew there would be the most players here.
"But this place is almost full?"
After she finished choosing, there were almost no spaces left in the medium-sized cemetery.
Qiao Song was a little confused. This should be the first time the Happy Cemetery was opened, so why was it so crowded? At a glance, there were hundreds of tombs, but only a few dozen were left unoccupied, and they were all scattered and dispersed.
This reminded Qiao Song of Rule 3 above.
[Please always check the grass growth on your neighbors' graves. If you find that no one has visited the graves for a long time, please notify the cemetery manager in time.]
Will the grass on graves affect each other?
It made her look forward to her neighbor a little bit.
When Qiao Song's coffin moved, a voice message "Navigating for you now" rang in his ears. However, in the Happy Cemetery, the other indigenous people who were still able to move freely were not so happy.
"God damn it, we're all half buried in the ground, why are there still new villagers coming in?"
"With so many people coming in, of all kinds, I don't know how much grass will grow on the graves. We won't be able to remove it all!"
A bunch of ghosts sitting in coffins were complaining at the door of the hut where the administrator lived.
Amid the excitement, you can see these guys using coffins as beds and means of transportation, from mummies to zombies, dry corpses, wet corpses, a combination of Chinese and Western styles, from ancient times to the present.
Looking back, you can even see two little zombies in gold and silver.
At the front, a mummy stood up with its upper body as if covered with a thick blanket, loudly questioning: "Who made the rules for entering the village? Why make it so simple! Compared with the village's weed control rules, isn't that just child's play!"
"We can come in just by signing a suicide note and looking for a palm-sized coffin box in the garbage dump. What's the point of us going through so much trouble to get into the village?"
The administrator who was held accountable yawned when he heard this, and said with a nonchalant look on his face: "I'll treat you as a sucker, but I think you have the ability."
This was a bearded man with dark circles under his eyes and a shovel on his shoulder. "Some decisions can't be made by me alone. Didn't you add a few clauses to it? If you're still not satisfied, just go to the main system."
"But you are the only one who can touch the computer! The most crucial information is not written by you! Can you answer our question directly? What should we do with the new players who have moved in? Are we really going to let them complete the rules and live here for 10 days or half a month? Wouldn't that turn them from living people into local dead ghosts?"
The administrator glanced at his watch. It was still some time before dawn, before the blazing white light came out. He didn't know how long the coffin ancestors around him would continue to scold him.
"Wouldn't it be nice to have a few more local ghosts? Our cemetery is so lifeless right now. A few new faces would liven up the atmosphere."
"How can there be a lively atmosphere in a place full of dead people? Are we going to have a disco on the graves?"
The mummy was so angry that he slapped his coffin lid, which flew away a lot of yellow sand and also loosened the bandages, revealing his bandaged chest.
A scarlet eye, through the gaps in the bandages that had slipped off, stared at the cemetery manager in the middle:
"Don't play dumb! Although we can't go out, the flood outside a few days ago was visible to both humans and ghosts. It's good that our cemetery can move autonomously, and local residents can go out occasionally, but how can players get in?"
"The main system's alert sound hasn't been heard in 800 years. When the flood came, the system alerts were ringing everywhere. And you still say it wasn't you who did it?"
The administrator glanced at him in confusion and said, "Weren't you happy playing with the coffin lid as a tablet before? The system prompt just didn't sound, but it has been running in the background all the time."
"Besides, players can't go to the special zone. Whether they buy that place or rent it for ten days or half a month, it is not affordable for ordinary people. The system will not recommend it to them at all."
He didn't know what he was thinking about, so he clicked on the map of the entire Happy Cemetery and took a look: "Hey, Pharaoh, don't you live in the special zone? Why did you move?"
The mummy was hit on the vital point, and the bandage suddenly turned red: "Why, I can't ask for an explanation for the neighbors in the middle area?"
The private laughter and looks coming from all around made Pharaoh very angry. Although everyone disliked the administrator, some ghosts took the initiative to tell the administrator the reason.
"Didn't a crazy Mike come in a few months ago? That guy has special abilities. He somehow got into the funeral procession and is now the top mourner there. He also has a lot of money in his coffers and I don't know where he learned a set of weird gambling table games from."
At this point, the cemetery manager realized that all his graves were being exported.
The fixed assets have been purchased in full and can still be exported. Is this stupid or foolish?
You, a mummy with thick eyebrows, big eyes and plump pectoral muscles, are actually a hidden gambler with very poor luck and skills.
The cemetery manager finally understood why the mummy was so angry today. It turned out that he was forced to move to a middle-class area and found that there were new neighbors next door.
"You bought a permanent cemetery. There are also automatic weed-removing machines in the middle district. Don't worry too much."
The administrator yawned again, as if he didn't get enough sleep every day: "Pharaoh came to complain because he moved. Aren't you two still in the special area? Why did you come over to join in the fun?"
He was asking about the gold and silver zombies nearby.
The two children were wearing matching costumes from classic TV zombies. They were a little embarrassed when they heard this: "Well, we just wanted to come over and ask if we can move too?"
The Pharaoh who was complaining nearby paused and stared at them with a puzzled look on his face: "The location of the special zone is so good, you will never have to worry about your soul being 'herded', why are you in such a hurry to move?"
The two little zombies couldn't say that they received a message from a good friend saying that a very special player was coming to their area, right?
I don’t know if the boy and girl were possessed by evil spirits, but they said a lot of nice things to a player for no apparent reason these days.
The older zombie was a little disdainful when he heard the name in the nursery rhyme, but after listening to most of her story, his golden face almost turned pale with fright.
Is this the guy they met at Hearse Entertainment a long time ago? How did he become like this in just a few months?
Compared to the nursery rhymes, Tong Nan's mouth was like a colander. Thinking that he couldn't let his friends repeat the same mistakes they made back then, he simply repeated everything that Qiao Song had done in the past few months.
Although it was not an exaggeration at all, the zombies living in the mansion were frightened and suffered from insomnia that night.
He slept for a short while while lying in the cemetery during the day. When he thought that Qiao Song would also come to their copy, he was afraid that his grave would be dug up.
"I feel that I have lived on the top of the mountain for too long. There are few neighbors and it is not lively. I want to go to a high-class or medium-class cemetery."
The grave sites in Happy Cemetery are constantly moved. Sometimes they are moved by the administrator himself, like evacuating in a game of mahjong, and sometimes they are moved by the administrator himself, and sometimes they are moved by the administrator himself.
After all, those who bought these cemeteries in full and became local residents would not have extra soul coins. Unlike the high price of leasing, when the system sets the price, it sets a number that can directly drain everyone's balance.
It fits the style of “you can’t bring anything with you when you are born and you can’t take anything with you when you die.”
From this we can see that the reason why Pharaoh, the gambler, lost to Mike Crazy was either because he was tricked or because his calculation ability was too poor and his luck was bad.
Pharaoh immediately came up with a plan: "Why don't you trade with me? I also want to move!"
Thinking of the threat of weeding that he would face after moving to the medium map, the mummy lost all his dignity as an elder and spoke in a tone that was almost like coaxing a child: "I have other precious burial objects at home that have not been exchanged yet. I can exchange them together and make up the difference for you."
The two zombies were a little hesitant. It was true that they wanted to move, but they mainly suspected that the special area was too conspicuous. It occupied half of the map and looked like a wealthy dog farm.
I learned about Qiao Song’s style from Tong Yao. If the house is to be demolished at that time, I guess none of the ten buildings on top will be able to escape.
They choose to live in seclusion.
The original goal was to reach a high level, but it is not impossible to move to a medium level area.
"If you really want to swap, then hurry up. It's almost dawn and I'm busy finishing today's grazing work."
The administrator yawned, put down the shovel and urged.
The party with a higher level can take the initiative to exchange their place with the lower level party. Mike was able to move into the special cemetery before he went crazy, which really blinded the eyes of others.
Pharaoh was already embarrassed, and this time he finally found an opportunity, but the administrator took the tablet in his hand and added: "Pharaoh has moved once before, so he should know the rules. Wait one more day for it to take effect."
The mummy, who was wrapped in bandages all over his body, finally breathed a sigh of relief this time, as if a life-and-death issue had been resolved: "It's okay, it's only one day, I can wait!"
If you live in a medium-sized cemetery for a day, you won’t be immediately bullied by your neighbors.
Although grave grass is troublesome, it is not so powerful.
Just one more day and he will be back to the top. This time he will definitely win back the glory that belongs to the Pharaoh family from that damn crazy Mike!
The little zombies who exchanged with him had no idea what the gambler was thinking. They secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was only one day and Qiao Song would not attack them.
After a couple of days, I can move to a place with more tombstones and hide there, which will be safer.
I just hope Qiao Song has forgotten the zombies he encountered in the fatal road race.
Medium cemetery area.
Qiao Song was like a piece of cargo in Huolala, being dragged to his temporary residence for the next few days.
Along the way, she studied how to use the screen in front of her and quickly adjusted its transparency, turning it into a translucent window that allowed her to see outside.
The outside is just like the cemetery in the real world, except that most of the things underneath are coffins instead of urns.
But Qiao Song still felt like a sucker.
"Ten thousand soul coins a day, for a place this small?"
In front of Qiao Song was a flat, pale yellow area that covered the ground like a soda cracker. There was a groove in the middle, which looked like it could just fit the coffin that she was dragged over into it.
While waiting for the coffin to automatically reverse into the garage, she observed the surrounding environment again.
There was a large green lawn and there was indeed no so-called grave grass. The neighbors around were all very quiet, as if they were sleeping forever in their graves. Each grave was about 10 meters apart. Qiao Song could see that there was a neighbor next to her, and the house was the same as hers, with a groove exposed, as if the coffin was not at home.
Considering the way she traveled just now, was she driving a coffin truck?
She inexplicably remembered that she had encountered the same car when she was racing in the hearse entertainment.
Those zombies actually came from this instance? Otherwise, how could he drive so skillfully?
Qiao Song didn't know that she had guessed the truth. Before her coffin was backed into the garage and the door was successfully closed, she seemed to hear a faint sound of music coming from afar, like gongs and drums, playing some kind of classic music.
The tone was majestic and familiar, like the funeral music played at certain events in the real world.
Qiao Song remembered the recruitment notice before entering the village. In addition to mentioning unwelcome administrators, it also said that people related to the funeral industry were needed.
"I've helped people carry coffins, cried at funerals, and swept graves before. Does that count as experience?"
The price for these things is quite high. Qiao Song has been there more than once and has become very skilled at the job.
The coffin was successfully stored in the warehouse. Qiao Song felt herself spinning in the big wardrobe, and then she returned to her original standing position. Then a fairly spacious underground area appeared in front of her.
It was actually different from what she had imagined. This was really an activity area like a basement. No wonder the intervals between the graves were so large. There was actually an ordinary living area under the tombs.
There is a toilet, a kitchen and a bedroom. The area is not very large, but it has everything.
She took a look around and roughly guessed that all the houses in this area should be of the same type, which was consistent with the distance between each grave she measured outside.
Qiao Song searched through everything in the house and quickly found some strange tools.
There are sickles, sacks and even flamethrowers, and these things are just like the portable card house she once bought. Since they are rented instead of bought, they all have to be rented to use.
Qiao Song roughly calculated the price, opened and closed his eyes, and cursed the businessman as a profiteer in his heart.
Considering that weeding was a very important job, she unlocked everything at once so that she could use it later.
When she came down just now, she had already seen the notice on the coffin lid. It was two hours before dawn and she couldn't go out during the day. If she wanted to weed, she would have to wait until night.
It's just that when she just came in, she didn't see any weeds outside, but in just a short while, several strange green progress bars appeared on the coffin panel.
[Current status of your tomb——]
[Integrity of the house: 100%, no intrusion at the moment]
[Outdoor tombstone: None. In addition to dying in a proper place, one must also have a name and a complete beginning and end. Please build a tombstone for yourself in time! (The following is a list of recommended tombstone crafts...)
[Grave grass outside the house: 0.5 meters, expected to grow to 3 meters in one hour, please deal with it in time. 】
Qiao Song's gaze lingered on the line of grass on the grave for a while.
How can this thing grow so fast?
And this tip, how should I put it, always gives me a very annoying feeling.
Qiao Song picked up the sickle and kicked open the coffin lid. Like a female ghost crawling out of the basement, she crawled to her own grave with a resentful look on her face, wanting to tidy up the cemetery.
But as soon as she came out, she bumped into her new neighbor.
A stone coffin of quite simple style and completely different shape suddenly drove past her, and reversed into the garage smoothly. It was so flexible and smooth, completely different from the ordinary coffin that Qiao Song had reversed slowly like an antique before.
Qiao Song even saw some decorative ribbons floating on the coffin.
Qiao Song, who was also born from a stone, began to envy him for some reason.
The coffin is made of stone, and there are gold threads, gems, pearls and shells on the outside.
Kind of want it.
The Pharaoh, who felt unlucky when he first met his new neighbor, lay on his sarcophagus bed when he felt a cold wind blowing inexplicably in his house, which made him shiver.
"Damn poor neighbor, you better be more diligent in weeding. If that piece of shit dares to mess with me, even if I don't complain to the administrator, I will kill her!"
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