Chapter 265 Happy Cemetery
Weeding your own grave is a novel experience.
After watching the neighbor's sarcophagus being put into storage, Qiao Song quickly took the three sets of clothes in the room and started weeding.
A pair of gloves, a sickle, and a bag of grass.
She checked and found that the gloves were very ordinary gloves, not the kind of gloves that could move on their own like the ones she had seen at the Ugly Cow Farm before. The same went for the sickle and the ordinary sack.
Before entering the village, all the skill derivatives in the players' hands were forced to be sacrificed and dropped, and only then would the coffins in their hands become bigger, and they could successfully enter the village.
It is true that you cannot bring anything with you when you are born and you cannot take anything with you when you die.
Whether it's soul coins, props, or skills, it seems to have the same meaning.
Qiao Song had reason to suspect that directly using skills or props in the Happy Cemetery was not a good choice.
Once you have used up all your skills, the skill book might end up in the garbage dump outside the village.
Qiao Song started weeding right away and found that this job was not as easy as he had imagined. The grass on the grave not only grew fast, but also knew how to hide?
I saw a patch of tender green grass swaying like water plants, and even shaking its waist, twisting its body in unison as if it was dancing a hula dance.
Qiao Song easily cut a bundle of grass with a sickle. Before she started to cut the second bundle, those guys started to circle around to avoid her.
There was no way Qiao Song would let a bunch of grass growing on the ground control him. He raised his foot to speed up, then took the farm sickle in his hand and ran as if he was chasing a ghost with a chainsaw.
The grass on the grave was frightened by her and quickly grew a lot taller.
[Ding ding, the grass growth rate has reached its maximum value! Please go to your grave to weed it in time. Ding ding, warning, the grass growth rate has reached its maximum value...]
When Qiao Song saw the red light at the door, she slapped it to dim the warning light. She discovered that once the grass at someone's door grew to a critical length, the warning light would not only notify the owner of the grave, but also the neighbors around her.
If you don't weed well, won't your neighbors dislike you?
Not to mention, at some point Qiao Song really wanted to take out the chainsaw, as that thing was obviously much more efficient.
But this was only the first day, and Qiao Song didn't feel that he had to use props.
Gradually, hallucinations seemed to appear before her eyes. The ever-growing grass overlapped with certain figures, turning into Boss Cai with strange hair, or Qi Fan with a fake gentlemanly look on his face, or even a few mysterious players whose faces she couldn't see clearly, who whispered to her that they wanted to kill her.
The anger value went up immediately.
There was even a voice in her ear bewitching her:
"Just use an electric saw. These things will all fall down with a single cut. A sickle is so inefficient."
Qiao Song sneered: "Don't try to hypnotize me."
She jumped up, swung the sickle, and used it as a chainsaw. She was so angry that she became more and more powerful, especially those guys who were called her enemies in the stories. They were almost chopped into pieces before she could do anything.
But Qiao Song didn't leave any behind and put them all into the bag.
The shameless hula-dancing grass on the grave was defeated soon. It probably didn't understand how anyone could resist using only a sickle when facing its enemy.
"Don't use such a simple provocation in front of me. It's better to spend more time growing up." Qiao Song began to mock the pile of grass in turn.
She mowed the grass and packed it at the same time, rolled up the grass with a straw rope and threw it into the bag. These things cannot be endlessly long. After the peak period, they seem a little weak in the later period, and the growth rate will obviously slow down.
Qiao Song trimmed the top of his own grave into a flat top. Wearing gloves, he pulled the thin layer of grass stubble on the ground with satisfaction. Not bad, it was short enough.
If there had been some kind of fire in the room, she would have just burned everything. This is how many earthen graves in the countryside are made. Otherwise, the cemetery would have grown into a forest.
However, these grasses obviously have other uses.
Although there is only one sack, every time it is filled with grass, the bag in my hand will be like a hen laying eggs, with a new green bag popping out from the end, and the sack originally in my hand will be empty.
Qiao Song had already piled up nearly 20 green bags on the side, but the thing disappeared as it appeared. Looking from the spot, it looked like a layer of translucent projection.
Qiao Song touched the air that passed through with his hand.
[Ding——Congratulations on completing today's weeding work perfectly. Warm reminder, there is only one hour left before dawn, and you can choose to travel freely. Please note that if you need to go to other levels of cemeteries, you need to take a coffin, otherwise you will be at your own risk. ]
An hour is indeed only enough to stroll around the area.
Qiao Song clapped his hands, ignored the pile of grass on the grave that looked like data, and took out the communicator he was carrying with him.
When Qiao Song finished the first round of weeding, the other players who were dispersed and entered the community were also busy solving problems.
In a small group called [Go Home for the New Year], there was only one message from Qiao Song at this time.
[Qiao: I have finished mowing the lawn in the middle area. How is everyone doing now?]
There was no reply for a long time. When Qiao Song was already at his neighbor's grave and had read the other person's life story on the tombstone, a new message appeared in the group.
[This damn weeding job took me two props and one skill derivative to finish. Everyone, please note that you must not use any skills or props during the weeding process. Just use the cheapest tools provided in the room! ]
[You're too late... one of my skills was also eaten...]
Although most players only have 1 or 2 professions, a profession can produce many skills.
For example, Qiao Song has a toolbox with many different tools, and Tang Xiaoxiao’s academic skills allow him to have many different books and even make up his own questions.
[Sister Qiao Song, are there any strange objects in the grass over there? I just found that the test papers were automatically refreshed in the grass when I was weeding.]
Tang Xiaoxiao's speech caused a huge uproar.
[God damn it, a test paper appeared while weeding a grave. This is too hellish! ]
Below this there is also a voice message from Mr. Chai. The old man types slowly, so he sends voice messages most of the time.
"I was just like that little girl. After I had finished mowing the grass with my sickle and baled it, I found a lot of eggs scattered on the ground. They were still warm."
Others were a little uneasy while cutting grass in front of their own graves, but Mr. Chai, who ran a chicken farm, had already bought a cemetery and placed a coffin for himself in the countryside due to his age, so he didn't shy away from the issue of death.
Weeding one's own grave is just like working in the fields. One needs quick hands and feet, and can do it quickly without the need for any props.
Mr. Chai actually picked up eggs in the grass?
Those in the group who were currently weeding or had already finished the work were all excited.
A small number of players who did not rely on any props or skills and directly dealt with the grass came to a conclusion that if they did the work honestly, items similar to their own skills would appear randomly refreshed on the ground.
"I picked up five eggs in total. They said I could use them as tribute to build good relations with my neighbors."
[Tang Xiaoxiao: My test paper has a short-term hard control effect, which is similar to my previous skills. ]
But the players' bitter lessons have shown that once you use personal skills in the cemetery, the related items will drop from your body immediately after using it once, and you will never be able to use them again.
[Good fellow, no matter what I say tomorrow I will have to grit my teeth and use a sickle to weed.]
Qiao Song frowned: Wait, then why do I have nothing?
She even wanted to go back, open the coffin, and question the system background.
How bold! Is this because he took her prop kickback?
Most people in the group haven't finished their work yet. The communicator is the only thing that won't be taken away even if it's used. Those who have completed the weeding task are either farm veterans like the old man, or players with top qualities in all aspects.
In addition to those who are still sharing their situations in the group, a small number of people, like Qiao Song, have also started going out to explore.
[I want to ask everyone, how many people went to the advanced area? ]
Three or four people in the group responded immediately.
Special area, no need to think about it, it seems that Qiao Song is the only one in the entire group who is eligible to purchase, and there is not necessarily any vacant seat.
The group reported numbers to each other and counted the number of people in each area, and found that the medium-sized areas had the largest number of people.
Qiao Song is also in this area.
[Joe: This place is bigger than I thought. I’ve been out here for 20 minutes and haven’t seen anyone I know]
[Tang Xiaoxiao: Add one]
Qiao Song had to reserve time to go back in advance, so he planned to walk around for another 10 minutes and then go back. However, after passing through one square cemetery area after another, which were almost copied and pasted, he seemed to see a white house with a pointed black roof in the distance.
From a distance, Qiao Song noticed that there was a strange musical instrument pattern on it.
Um?
If I am not mistaken, that is a suona and an erhu?
She remembered the music she heard when the door was closed before, and thought that this place might really have formed a funeral music band. When she entered the village before, she saw that the list also said that relevant talents would be recruited. Could it be that she could find a job in the cemetery?
From the house she was staring at, there happened to be the sound of melodious suona and erhu playing. It was not funeral music, but just very ordinary music.
Qiao Song's steps became lighter unconsciously, but not long after, she frowned and noticed something was wrong.
No matter how close she tried to get to the building, she could not get close. She felt like she was trying to catch a dead horse.
Qiao Song wanted to keep walking forward, somewhat unconvinced, but he paused and subconsciously glanced at several tombstones on the roadside.
The tombstones here were just like house numbers. Qiao Song clearly remembered that she had just passed by these tombstones, even the names of the tomb owners, their life experiences, and the faces in the photos...
Wait, Qiao Song suddenly felt that the photo of a face on the tombstone closest to him was slowly melting.
The man had a fairly upright and sunny smile, but the corners of his mouth slowly drooped, like a piece of chocolate melted in the sun.
The surrounding temperature was still cold and the sky was dark. The huge island of Happy Cemetery was illuminated as if it were daytime thanks to the lights.
To be precise, the sky of the entire island seems to be embedded with some luminous, not particularly bright artificial light sources, and combined with the street lights that are always on on the roadside, it feels like it is always daytime.
But Qiao Song knew that the announcement in the cemetery that outdoor activities were prohibited during the day would not be just like this.
The light in the world of white light, even in her stone age, would want to carry a sunshade box for herself.
Qiao Song ran back immediately. Only then did she realize a big mistake. There was something wrong with the passage of time in this damn copy.
She has always been a person with a strong sense of time. Whether she was looking at the time on her mobile phone, counting her own heartbeats, or feeling the passage of time, she was very sure that less than half an hour had just passed.
Qiao Song picked up the communicator and saw that a piece of dry grass leaf had been stuck on the corner of the small square box, which was almost the same as a mobile phone, blocking the time.
I picked off the grass leaves and saw that the time on the phone was correct. There were only 5 minutes left until dawn!
She calmly accelerated and ran back, while sending a message to the group: [Pay attention to the time, don't go out easily, it will be dawn soon! ]
At the same time, she began to detect when she was infected.
Qiao Song quickly tried several options, each with its own problems. In addition to the communicator that could record electronic time, her own perception of time was also disrupted by the previous music.
Qiao Song even counted his own heartbeats silently and found that his heart seemed to be beating a little slower than usual.
At least one third slower.
Putting aside the question of whether she is human or not, how could a normal player's heartbeat slow down so much in such a short period of time?
Qiao Song touched her skin and found it was getting cold quickly. Her limbs were also gradually becoming stiff. If she hadn't discovered the problem in advance and rushed home, she would have turned into a zombie with stiff limbs halfway through the journey.
She ran wildly all the way, in the increasingly cold environment around her, it seemed that the sky had become much darker, the temperature around her was getting lower and lower, and even the faces posted on the tombstones on the neighbor's land gradually became gloomy.
The photo seemed to melt due to the high temperature, but a layer of frost condensed on the tombstone, which was contradictory and weird.
Qiao Song had already located her own cottage based on the tombstone, but she heard a clicking sound in her ears, a bit like the sound of the coffin lid opening when she crawled out of the grave before.
She looked around. In the bare graves around her, there was a crack behind almost every tombstone, which quietly opened from the ground level, revealing a scarlet eye inside.
The neighbors she had visited before but who had been pretending to be dead and not moving suddenly chose to secretly observe her desperate run, either because they found it interesting or because they wanted to see if she could get back home within the stipulated time.
Qiao Song's eyes were cold as he silently memorized the house numbers of those guys who were watching her show, preparing to visit them one by one when the time came.
At the last minute, before dawn, a system prompt sounded in my ears.
[Ding—It is detected that you are not lying in your own cemetery. Warm reminder that daytime will come in 60 seconds. If you cannot get home in time, you can knock on the door of your neighbor nearby and pay a certain price to ask him to take you in. ]
【…59, 58, 57…】
Qiao Song could already see that his family’s grave was very close. He only needed a few steps to get back safely into his coffin.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, her good neighbor, whose coffin was made of stone and painted with gold lines, suddenly threw out a bag of rough stones from his own cemetery.
These guys who looked like small stones soon opened their mouths and rolled their heads towards her to bite her.
Under normal circumstances, Qiao Song could easily dodge those things, but now even if she delayed for just a few seconds, it would almost kill her. You have to know that she is in human form now, and she doesn't know if she can survive under the white light like before.
Qiao Song raised her legs almost instantly, and with a movement that ordinary people could not do, she accurately stepped on the only safe gaps. Even so, her body was still hit by many stones, and several of them even opened their mouths to bite her.
Before Qiao Song had time to get angry, he was forced to pack a bag of stones and slid into the depression of his own tomb.
[3, 2, 1... The cemetery is closed! ]
Qiao Song, who was lying on the tombstone with her face facing the sky, was gasping for breath in the coffin house. The LED screen on the coffin board had lit up. She raised her hand and pressed the button to open the door. The coffin then continued to sink and put her back into the house.
After what happened just now, Qiao Song first observed the surrounding environment.
Very good, the room has become a little smaller than before. If this trend continues, it might end up becoming a coffin room.
Not only does this broken copy have problems with the flow of time, but even the size of the items is changing little by little.
Qiao Song had a clear idea in his mind, so he pulled off the stone heads that were still biting his legs one by one.
When she was angry, her eyes unconsciously changed color. She didn't know if it was because of the daybreak. The moment the white light shone on the earth, the temperature gradually rose. However, the stone heads that she held in her hands, which were as crazy as dogs, felt that the body temperature of the humans holding them was becoming colder and colder.
The goal that Pharaoh set for them was to kill as many neighbors as possible and leave the houses next door empty.
Who knew that this human player was so thick-skinned that he actually dodged in that situation.
After several stone monsters entered the room, their bodies gradually changed. A crack soon appeared on their bald heads, and two small eyes grew out. Parts similar to limbs began to appear on their bodies.
They turned their heads and eyes, and were thrown to the ground like tadpoles, growing limbs, and then they met a pair of eyes with a hint of gold in them.
She didn't have any props in her hand, but only a simple sickle, but her expression was as if she was holding a sledgehammer to break stones.
"I saw someone in the group say that the sickle can cut the grass even though his props can't."
Qiao Song rushed into the room with a sickle and quickly dealt with the stone monsters she brought in, chopping them down one by one.
Playing tricks in front of the Stone Ancestor?
Twenty minutes later, there was a pile of rubble in the room, most of which had been crushed into powder.
In his left hand, Qiao Song grabbed a stone monster that had just grown back its limbs after being chopped off. The stone monster had now turned back into a sphere. He grabbed a handful of the stone limbs and crushed them into powder in front of him.
"If I remember correctly, my good neighbor's name is Pharaoh, right? I don't know if it's his real name or a fake one. Tell me, why did he ask you to come here?"
The thing in his left hand felt the pressure gradually coming from his brain, and for a moment he couldn't understand why someone could mold the stone of the River Styx into such a horrible shape.
The stone was supposed to have no intelligence, but Qiao Song's eyes became brighter and brighter, turning into a golden color.
The stone, which was not supposed to speak, suddenly mechanically emitted an electronic voice similar to that of AI:
"Lord Pharaoh wants to remove the hidden dangers in advance to prevent the weeds in your yard from affecting him."
"Every neighbor in the cemetery will affect the sleep quality of every eternal sleeper around him."
After saying that, the stone shattered into a pile on the spot without Qiao Song using any force.
Qiao Song clicked her tongue. She didn't really like this kind of captive that could only be used once. She squatted down and picked up the pile of fragments, crushed some powder and smelled it, and soon discovered that the stone powders were indeed different.
Very similar to what she had encountered in the river when she was still a stone.
But, these are more like quick-made products.
It takes tens of thousands of years for a pebble to be nurtured in the river of life and death, and then it takes countless souls to cleanse it before she is born.
Could it be that the person next door is from the same industry?
Li Yuan had told her many stories about the god of death before, but this was also an alien ghost?
Qiao Song remembered that her neighbor had become her enemy at a critical moment, but now she could let it go and crawled back into the coffin.
During the day, this LED screen becomes a little too hot. On the contrary, the cold feeling in the tomb is intensified, as if it is indirectly helping the souls inside to resist the heat of the white light outside.
Qiao Song continued to reduce the transparency of the coffin lid, and finally he could see the scene outside like before.
The white light was filtered through the LED screen and seemed less glaring. Qiao Song didn't even have time to compare it with the light he had encountered before, as he had already noticed a strange scene in his yard.
The green bags that were previously drawn translucently have now become solid.
It was daytime and there shouldn't be any living creatures active outside, but there were a few white creatures, glowing all over and almost blending in with the environment. But judging by their outlines, they looked like cows, gnawing on the bags.
It was filled with grass that she had cut from her own grave.
Something really came to eat the grass.
Qiao Song was a little puzzled. Is this a happy cemetery or a happy ranch?
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