Chapter 266 Happy Cemetery
The white creature looked quite large, and one could only tell from its glowing outline that it was a cow.
Qiao Song knew that there should not be any living creatures able to move around in the white light environment, because the white light environment itself was a channel, a special channel for sending the dead back to the world of the living for reincarnation.
Even animals have to reincarnate.
The purpose of the dungeon they entered was not to complete the game, and there is no such thing as completing the game or not in Happy Cemetery.
Players came in just to know how to act properly in a white light environment, but they didn't expect to get the answer on the first day.
So, what exactly are these cows doing?
Opening the coffin during the day would undoubtedly be courting death. Qiao Song could only lie down and adjust the angle, barely able to see two or three cows eating the grass in her bag.
The cows ate very quickly. I don’t know if they were not fed enough, but they soon finished the whole pile of food and walked towards Qiao Song’s coffin.
Realizing that something was wrong, she immediately pressed the button on the LED screen and sank immediately.
The structure of the player's coffin and tomb is somewhat similar to a small attic and basement.
As soon as Qiao Song hid in the bottom room, he heard the sound of wood being gnawing on the coffin board.
These cows don't have enough grass to eat, so they have to chew wood? That's her coffin after all!
Fortunately, the cattle only took a few symbolic bites and left. Qiao Song listened to the sounds and judged their movements. Finally, he went back and grabbed the skylight-like coffin lid to confirm that the cattle with their tails wagging had already walked to other places.
The roadside of the cemetery was lined with herds of cows. They were leaving from different graves, and seemed to have just finished eating grass. Some of them still had a large piece of shrub in their mouths, and they were chewing it slowly, like unfinished packaged biscuits.
In the shining white light, the cattle flowed on the streets like melting sun.
Qiao Song heard the funeral music again. This time it was not the one she was familiar with, but it was obviously also music used for sacrifices, and it became much lighter.
Qiao Song looked outside through the coffin lid and felt an inexplicable sleepiness coming over him. He yawned unconsciously.
By the time she realized it, she had already found the only bed in the room very consciously.
The whole bed seemed extremely narrow, like the small bed used in the dormitory. Not long after Qiao Song lay down on it, he seemed to start dreaming.
She dreamed of a bizarre and extremely prosperous world, where people were in a hurry, with endless work to do and destinations to reach every day. Standing blankly in front of the traffic lights at the intersection, Qiao Song seemed to be watching the scene in her dream through a layer of film.
She looked down and saw that she was still carrying a plastic bag of hot pot ingredients. She could hear someone talking on the phone in her hand.
"Xiao Song? Mommy wants to ask if you want to eat some watermelon. This watermelon is quite sweet and has no seeds."
Shu Ruyue's voice instantly woke Qiao Song up from his dream.
Mother?
Qiao Song looked around in disbelief. This was different from the illusions she had experienced before.
To put it bluntly, the one created by Li Yuan, Annie and others can only deceive small stones that have not been to the real world. The older the children are, the harder it is to deceive them. After interacting with the players, Qiao Song also knew what the real world should look like.
In the busy city, hundreds of different faces pass by each other on the busy streets, and no one will remember anyone after three minutes.
Even Li Yuan, Annie, A Guang and others combined cannot create dreams for so many characters.
"Xiao Song?"
Shu Ruyue's voice gradually faded. She seemed a little reluctant and knew what was going to happen: "You are going back, right? I finally dreamed of you again. Mom misses you very much."
Qiao Song finally understood what happened: "...Mom?"
Shu Ruyue seemed to pause for a moment, and hummed with a nasal tone: "I've bought the watermelon. I'll put it in the refrigerator later. When you come back, you can cut it and eat it together."
She seemed to be on her way home as well.
Qiao Song stared at the traffic light in the distance. The moment the traffic light came on, he walked to the other end of the street without hesitation.
The surrounding environment was both strange and familiar. It was different from the routes home she had seen before. After all, it was a world created by combining the different memories of several people.
And here, and here...
Qiao Song had started running without realizing it. She didn't know how she passed some landmark buildings, but by guessing, she actually found the correct route home. When she found the community in Li Yuan's memory, Qiao Song even saw a familiar figure walking out of the community, seemingly looking around for someone.
Qiao Song saw the watermelon in Shu Ruyue's hand and saw his mother's expression beginning to change.
Unlike the artificial illusions she had entered before, this place did not have a living person mixed in with a bunch of dolls.
Qiao Song could smell that everyone passing by was a living soul, and Shu Ruyue was the most special one among them.
One that is different from the thousands of souls around it.
Qiao Song ran faster and faster, and just as she was about to step into the glowing community, there was a ding-dong sound, and an invisible hand grabbed her heart.
It was that damn alarm clock that could wake people up from sleepiness early in the morning. It rang at some point.
Shu Ruyue and the community in front of him disappeared in an instant. Qiao Song's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he opened his eyes unwillingly and looked at the gray ceiling.
It's the bed in the cemetery.
She actually fell asleep and dreamed.
No, no—
Qiao Song sat up suddenly.
There was also a system prompt repeating in my ears: [Congratulations on successfully passing the first day safely, because you used enough grass to feed the cattle, and they carried you into the collective dream of the real world.]
[It's dark now, now is the safe activity time, pay attention to today's weeding work~]
[It is detected that you still lack a tombstone and a portrait. We now recommend a package for taking portraits at the entrance of the village...]
This time, Qiao Song didn't even click on the advertisement. He took some time to calm himself down and immediately opened the communicator. As expected, the group was in an uproar.
[Everyone, I seemed to have had a very beautiful dream last night...]
[To be more precise, it was during the day. I would also like to add that I also dreamed about it.]
[Damn it, I almost went home to drink the soup my mom cooked, but I ended up searching for my keys at the door and woke myself up! ]
It seems that many people have the same experience, but the order in which each person wakes up is different.
[Are all your dreams this long? I woke up not long after I entered the dream.]
The person who was speaking was the guy who had used props and skills to barely clear the grass on the grave.
Qiao Song glanced at his ID, which was called "Maintaining Peace and Security".
Isn’t this the little security guard?
Qiao Song suddenly remembered something. The things in her toolbox were always very mixed, including living and dead things. The little security guard's boss who was in a strange state was still in her box.
Wang Anning continued to speak in the group: "And during the day, the white light couldn't get through. I quietly went up to take a look and saw something gnawing at my coffin. It took away a big piece in one go. If I hadn't hidden in the house in time, the roof would have leaked on the first day!"
It turns out that the unlucky guy who had a large piece of wood bitten off was him.
Qiao Song thought carefully about what Wang Anning said, and it was indeed correct.
They are sleeping in the tomb now. The coffin lid is like the ceiling, so it is not impossible to say that the roof is leaking light.
Qiao Song typed: "Did anyone else receive the same system prompt? It said that the cow was full and carried the soul into the collective dream."
The group was like a tape recorder, with a large number of additions added in an instant.
It seems that the herd of cattle in the white light can really bring people's souls into dreams.
For other people, this was the first time to experience such a thing, but Qiao Song had become a human being in a similar world before and grew up little by little. She knew that there was a very critical problem in this dream.
Living people in the real world are also in this dream.
Although Qiao Song only cared about Shu Ruyue, who was the most special to him, she still saw countless souls wandering in the dream world.
If the dream hadn't ended halfway, once the acquaintances had met, it would have been as terrifying as a dead person sending a message to the living in a dream.
There are many smart people in the group, and some have already started discussing the passers-by they met when they were returning home in their dreams.
"The neighbor's uncle was watching the morning news. It was five years after I fell into a coma."
"I passed by the supermarket outside the community and saw that the puppy he raised had grown into a huge dog."
If they hadn't been woken up by the alarm clock, they would have even thought they had returned to the familiar real world and it wasn't just a dream.
"Almost, almost. I can go home to see my wife and children."
"I was even worse off. I was lost in thought in the ward. I woke up just as my wife was about to come back with some water."
At this time, a unique speech came out from Mr. Chai:
"I didn't realize it was just a dream. I thought I could go back. When I came out, I was in the hospital in our town. I walked back home and cleaned up the chicken coop, but I found that the factory doors were locked."
When Qiao Song saw this, he became more and more certain that, rather than dreaming, the previous experience was more like using dreams as a stage to allow the souls trapped in the game to meet the people they missed in dreams.
Mr. Chai once said that he lives alone now, has no relatives, friends, or children, and raises chickens and ostriches in the countryside near the mountains.
He also said that if he returned home, what he would miss the most would be the chickens, ducks, geese and ostriches in the chicken farm.
This description doesn't sound like a dream at all. It's just like a dream shell that allows the dead souls to return home.
Qiao Song finally understood why such a huge cemetery was already full. If he could really go back in a dream, then all those sleeping in the cemeteries on this entire map were probably souls waiting to return home every night.
Qiao Song looked for a while but didn't find any message from Tang Xiaoxiao. She frowned and was wondering whether to open the single chat window when a message from Tang Xiaoxiao popped up. It was a private message.
"Sister Qiao Song, I talked to my mother in my dream."
Qiao Song paused for a moment while typing, then continued:
"Xiao Xiao, where did you appear? Is it a hospital or your home?"
"It was the hospital. I opened my eyes a little, moved my fingers, and called my mom. She held my hand and kept crying."
Then she was immediately popped out, and her head was buzzing with the sound of the alarm clock.
Not only Tang Xiaoxiao, starting today, many people will probably hate the alarm clock that wakes them up.
Qiao Song guessed that there must be a reason why Tang Xiaoxiao did not directly post her experience in the group.
As expected, Tang Xiaoxiao said that she had done something very risky: "Sister Qiao Song, I did an experiment. After mowing the grass yesterday, I took the initiative to use my skills on my neighbor."
Tang Xiaoxiao's neighbor is an older grave. In the entire Happy Cemetery, it seems that players are the only ones who have not permanently purchased the graves here. Once they purchase them permanently, there will be an automatic weeding system.
Tang Xiaoxiao's neighbor's tombstone was badly weathered, and his face was difficult to see in the photo. Even the lawn mowing system at the door was in a half-dead state.
"I used a geography book to mow what grass was left of her yard."
Tang Xiaoxiao owns nine encyclopedias. She had lost one at the door before, and this time she lost another one, so there are seven left.
She had never used her skills on her own lawn, but she took the initiative to use them when she went to someone else's house because she didn't dare to step into someone else's grave by herself.
Since she was not too far away from her grave, she returned home just in time before the white light arrived, just in time to see that the grass she had harvested next door had also flown into her own yard.
Then, just like Qiao Song, he bravely saw the buffaloes eating grass on the grave when the white light descended, but the grass in Tang Xiaoxiao's yard was obviously more than that of the others.
If we use the most similar method of comparison, both Tang Xiaoxiao and Mr. Chai did not use any props and only relied on sickles to cut the grass on the grave.
The reason why Tang Xiaoxiao didn't say it in the group was very simple. If she mowed the grass in other people's yards, she could stay in her dreams longer and talk to the person she missed. This would easily cause internal strife.
Most of the players rent graves, and the grass on their own graves needs to be cut manually, but all the local residents have automatic lawn mowers at their doorsteps, which does not give the players any chance to cut the grass.
After listening to Tang Xiaoxiao's analysis, Qiao Song was a little relieved: "Well, our Xiaoxiao is great."
Although most of the players coming in this batch have been selected, you should never show your back to someone you don't trust.
Especially when you have just entered the graveyard for one day and have discovered so much information, don't test the players' hearts with the things they desire most.
Qiao Song recalled the information Tang Xiaoxiao had just given him, and compared it with what he had seen while strolling around: "Local residents do indeed all use machines to mow their lawns, and the degree of dilapidation of each tombstone is different."
It seems that the local residents do not travel by walking, but instead weld themselves into coffins. Qiao Song also plans to try opening the coffin and going out today.
But first of all, we have to go out and solve the problem of grass on the grave.
As soon as she climbed out of the coffin, Qiao Song noticed that there was an obvious gap at the position of her armrest, as if a small piece of wood had been gnawed off.
It must have been eaten by the cow last night.
Tang Xiaoxiao brought enough grass so that no cows would gnaw on her coffin during the day, and after eating, the cows brought her back to reality, closer to her missing soul.
The young security guard is a completely opposite example. He used props when mowing the grass and failed to finish mowing the grass. A lot of props were lost, and in the end a big bite was taken from the coffin. He was bounced out not long after he entered the dream.
It seems that grave grass is indeed important, but this cannot explain why the local residents dislike the grave grass of outsiders like them.
Qiao Song, that "good neighbor", even went so far as to trip her up last night, trying to send her to reincarnation early.
She glanced at the next door, pretending to be dead as if all was well.
This bitch had better not go out today. If she finds a chance...
Qiao Song opened the coffin and began to prepare for today's weeding work.
After yesterday's experience and lessons, today players should only use the ordinary tools in the room instead of using their own skills.
Qiao Song was more skilled at mowing the lawn than yesterday, but she soon discovered that there was obviously more than just grass today.
In the green and lush grass pile that was dancing like a group of grasses, several small saplings that had just sprouted branches soon emerged.
This thing can't be cut with a sickle.
Qiao Song pulled hard with his gloved hand, and soon heard a system prompt: [Ding - It is detected that your last neighbor left some of her inheritance here. Please dispose of these wastes properly, otherwise it will cause Niu Niu to have a bad meal today, and it will also cause all the grass under the tree to wither.]
After the sapling emerged, it grew rapidly, while the grass around it gradually turned withered and yellow.
Qiao Song felt his scalp tingling and he quickly exerted force with both hands, as if removing a blackhead, and pulled out a small sapling that had formed a fairly standard inverted triangle of soil.
And in the area where she pulled out the trees, three new saplings suddenly emerged and began to grow.
It was not her illusion. There were indeed several signs hanging on the sapling, saying skin care water, skin care cleansing mask, etc.
The last sister buried here, was she a beautician?
Qiao Song did not intend to waste time. Although new seedlings would sprout soon after the first removal, the second sprouts would obviously not grow as fast as the first. If there were too many trees, the grass would die. What he wanted to do now was to take advantage of the time difference.
Qiao Song did not hesitate at all and decisively gave up the idea of fighting alone. He rummaged through his pockets, grabbed a few small paper figures that had quickly taken shape on the ground, and together they skillfully pulled up the saplings.
Qiao Song himself was still using a sickle to cut grass and pack it, while the 10 paper figures behind him were grunting and pulling out a bunch of brown saplings.
After the final settlement, there was a little less grass than yesterday, but there were a lot of saplings.
Even with so many people on the job, Qiao Song could clearly see that some of the saplings had already grown along the original dividing line between cement and tiles in the cemetery and were almost climbing to the next door.
The Pharaoh's good neighbor has his machines on the lawn ready to go, as if if any saplings dare to come here, they will crush the tree and its owner together.
Qiao Song's eyes darkened and he packed up the things on the grass. The grass pile was still semi-invisible at night. Qiao Song estimated that once this thing was cut down, it would no longer be able to move.
But saplings are different. After leaving the ground in the yard, their branches and leaves gradually wither, but their roots still retain some activity.
After Qiao Song had dealt with all the grass on the graves, he conducted an experiment and found that even the smallest saplings could grow after coming into contact with the soil in front of the graves.
Take root quickly.
If it weren't for the purpose of cutting grass to feed the buffaloes, I'm afraid some players would choose to directly block the grass to prevent this annoying tree from growing in clusters again and again.
Qiao Song turned over the labels on the saplings and looked at them carefully. Sure enough, he saw words such as hyaluronic acid, hydrating injection, eyebrow tattoo and eyeliner tattoo, and even some corresponding pictures.
Qiao Song had been holding those saplings, not letting them take root. Not long after, the saplings in his hands completely withered and turned into a pile of ashes, floating into the sky, and only those few signs were left.
[Ding——Congratulations on completing today's mowing work and harvesting the props left by the previous tomb owner. ]
Among a pile of facial masks and potions, there is one that looks quite powerful.
[Eternal Youth Medical Beauty Set: The secret to staying young is to stop time forever, or even go back. Use a whole set of injections on any area in one go to complete the miracle of turning back time]
[Please note that this product cannot be used on living or dead people, and can only be used on objects. After all, the medical beauty industry in the underworld has not yet been licensed.]
Qiao Song was finally enlightened. Medical beauty in the underworld is more legal and ethical than that in the real world?
The props in the Happy Cemetery are quite precious. No matter how good the effects are, they can only be used once. Qiao Song put them all away, and then he heard the sound of a coffin being opened in the yard of the neighbor next door.
One of the reasons why the Pharaoh didn't like the intermediate tomb area was that it was too noisy during the day. A lot of souls lying in the tombs wanted to return to the human world and have a sweet dream.
The big house on the top of the mountain is still better. The grass cut from such a large lawn is enough for the cows to stay for a long time.
The rewards were enough, and the dreams were exceptionally real, no different from when I was alive.
So of course he wanted to go back to the top of the mountain as soon as possible.
Since it got dark today, Pharaoh has been on guard against the player next door, fearing that the saplings and weeds on her side would grow here. If he fails to deal with them properly, he might not be able to exchange them with the gold and silver zombies.
Fortunately, this player was quite capable and didn't cause too much trouble. Pharaoh glanced at the guy who was staring blankly in the yard as if he were an ant.
Outsiders are so poor that they don’t even have a machine.
His luxurious sarcophagus quickly crawled out of the grave and drove out of the tomb in a swagger, ready to go to the office to handle the transfer of ownership with the little zombie.
Who knew that Qiao Song, who had been studying the beauty skill card, finally found a suitable prop solution and poured it directly on the sarcophagus that was about to leave.
"Let you go, you bandaged old bastard?"
Under the Pharaoh's incredulous gaze, he didn't even see the other party's movements clearly, Qiao Song jumped up and stepped on his sarcophagus inlaid with pearls and painted with gold lines in a particularly arrogant manner.
A large amount of asphalt-like volcanic rock mask has covered the outside of the sarcophagus.
[People are always most vulnerable when doing beauty treatments, so do not move before the mask solidifies]
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