Chapter 274 Happy Cemetery
[There are four members in this round of collective funeral, one of whom is the player. Please note that the funeral will end automatically after dawn. If the funeral is not completed 100% according to the progress bar, one non-local resident in the cemetery will be randomly selected and expelled from the cemetery.]
Being driven out during the day is no different from being dead.
Outside the cemetery is the river of life and death, and inside the cemetery is white light. The only loophole in this system rule is the words "non-local residents".
The previous small chat group has now turned into a battle situation reporting group, and a message in it stands out.
[Qiao Song @ Everyone: Once you are randomly selected to be thrown out, immediately use all your soul coins to exchange for a permanent resident spot! ]
Since only non-local residents will continue to be targeted, once it becomes unbearable, the only solution is to immediately change one’s identity.
This is of course only a temporary solution, but it is better than reincarnation directly.
Qiao Song even had reason to suspect that this rule was established to make players take a desperate measure and buy a cemetery.
This system has so many tricks, it would be a shame not to become a salesperson.
"Xin Yue, stop knocking. You've heard the system prompt. Wen Haoqian can't wake up now. You're his sister, you should understand him. Go find the decorations for his funeral."
Xin Yue wiped her face, not knowing whether she was crying or not. Before leaving, she kicked her brother's coffin hard.
"Just wait, you little brat. When I get him out, I'll beat you up!"
In just a short while, the system prompts resounded throughout the cemetery area, and the conspicuous light pillars in the sky quickly began to shatter, continuously spitting out various bubbles.
Someone in the group was in the funeral home's auditorium before and quickly found the two selected coffins by observing the movement pattern of the cursor on the ceiling.
Some people have already scouted these two areas, but the remaining two are the troublesome ones, one is the player Wen Haoqian and the other is the nine-legged octopus.
Xin Yue has already taken the initiative to inform the group about the location of her brother's grave, and openly shared Wen Haoqian's will.
Fortunately, this thing is different from the diary, otherwise the person lying in the grave would have come back to life out of excessive shame.
[…These are his last words and personal preferences. If you see any related items among the flying relics, you can bring them here.]
The only trouble now is the octopus. Where is her grave?
[Tang Xiaoxiao, Octopus's name is Zhang Yuli, she should be about the same age as me, and she is a student. Among her burial objects there is a book, which should be the exercise book I gave her.]
Tang Xiaoxiao's remarks are just what came as a timely relief.
Someone in the group immediately reported the coordinates, saying they would open the coffin and go over there to stake out the spot.
In the sky, there are continuously balls of light falling. These are the items from the four funerals mixed together. The player's task is to distinguish them and send those items to where they should go.
At this time, Qiao Song also started to play the suona, catching the notes falling from the sky.
A few white hairs began to appear on her temples, just a little more than Tang Xiaoxiao.
The job of a musician is better than being a pure player. The good news is that the funeral music is easy to choose. Qiao Song can feel it when she plays the suona from 4 options. She can directly distinguish the four songs through playing, and then use the elimination method.
Wen Haoqian has made a very good prototype. This guy directly said that he would play traditional Chinese style rap in his band, and the climax part should be in the style of opera.
The suona that Qiao Song was playing found the corresponding icon. Just like playing a classification game, he picked up a little of each of the candies of different colors that fell from the sky, played them to test the sound, and then quickly locked onto one of them.
While Xin Yue was just chatting in the group and confirming the information of her brother's will, Qiao Song had already finished the first part of the suona work. He put the vinyl record that appeared after all the notes fell from the sky in his hand like a puzzle, and placed it directly on Wen Haoqian's grave.
"Good news, your brother is pretty easy going. The music has already been chosen."
Xin Yue said thank you, then glared at Wen Haoqian in the crystal coffin with gritted teeth.
Having said that, Xin Yue's eyes were also red.
"The coffin will soon be joining me nearby. I will finish the funeral of Wen Haoqian first. This will at least eliminate one option."
Qiao Song nodded: "Then I'll go to Octopus and take a look."
Fortunately, the group had already checked most of the tombstones in the entire cemetery, and soon someone found the corresponding grave through the name "Zhang Yuli", so at least they knew where to throw the things.
Xin Yue looked at Qiao Song's face, which was obviously more than 10 years older. She knew that this was the price of joining the band, and her expression suddenly showed some reluctance: "Can't you quit this band now that you've joined? If you continue to play like this, will you..."
Qiao Song: "I can't quit. Don't worry, they won't just die of old age. I can feel that this aging is superficial and won't involve the soul. And in this round, there is a funeral for a member of the band. Both she and Wen Haoqian took the initiative to choose to hold the funeral. I want to see what the difference is between the two of them."
She turned around and comforted him, "Xin Yue, holding a funeral is not necessarily a bad thing. The cemetery is where the dead rest. Since Wen Haoqian wrote a will in advance, follow what he wrote. Maybe we can find other breakthroughs."
Qiao Song felt that the overall style of Happy Cemetery was not like a rule-based story. This was not a game and there were no rules for passing the game. Those rules felt more like reminders to her.
Xin Yue sniffed. The sadness was short-lived. Now she was "full of murderous intent": "Then I will definitely give him a grand ceremony, so that if he really can't come back, it will be worthy of his will."
Qiao Song: ...She is indeed my biological sister.
Qiao Song had already heard the sound of other people's coffin carts, so she quickly climbed onto her own coffin. However, she did not start the car immediately, but sat on the coffin board, looking for direction while always ready to continue playing the suona.
The notes in the sky are different from those glowing balls. They only float towards the musicians.
The band members seemed to be playing a glass bead picking game remotely in the sky. Beads of four different colors were mixed together and they had to be sorted and picked out.
Qiao Song had just made a choice, and the people in the band were still cooperating with her remotely, otherwise, they would not have been so fast and found the disco music for Wen Haoqian's grave.
Next, she was going to Zhang Yuli's tomb.
At the funeral home, Tang Xiaoxiao has now taken out the props left by the first surfer who held the funeral, and is ready to use them at any time.
After the Octopus Zhang Yuli's light column broke, many parts fell out. Tang Xiaoxiao was still playing at the time and didn't pay attention to it, but her eyes were firmly fixed on those things.
The players in the funeral home were no pushovers either. After hearing the group message, they immediately realized what the items that fell out of the light column were, and started fishing for them while shouting slogans.
"Isn't there a fisherman among our members today? Hurry up and bring out the props!"
"Don't rush me, don't rush me, it's already been done, it's just disposable! Be economical!"
Once the surf funeral is over, everything in the auditorium will be washed out, so now is the time to salvage it!
Good news, most of the items near Tang Xiaoxiao should be left by Zhang Yuli. Some players have already recognized her and are approaching this side.
The bad news is that after Tang Xiaoxiao saw a dark shadow swimming around inside, she discovered that there were actually living things in it.
It just so happened that Qiao Song had already confirmed the funeral repertoire for Wen Haoqian. After he picked up the fragments bit by bit remotely, others also cooperated to help. Tang Xiaoxiao took advantage of this break and decisively cast a 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. ]
The black shadow in the water was indeed alive. Tang Xiaoxiao pulled the fishing net out and ended up dragging out a creature she had not expected.
A girl whose upper body looked like hers and who looked like a high school student was in the net, but her other half was a raw fish covered in tentacles.
From a distance the girl looked like a person, but when you got closer you saw that her body was made of soaked paper, wrinkled, and each of the tentacles under her held a pen.
"Practice questions, I want to practice questions."
After saying this, the octopus stayed in the air for 30 seconds and immediately turned into a card.
[Study Cards, a slice of a certain all-round academic master, can directly improve writing ability within one minute after use. Writing on stone and writing on human body also counts as writing. ]
What is this?
It is hard to describe the shock Tang Xiaoxiao felt at that moment.
Aren't the player's relics supposed to be buried directly in the grave as burial objects? Why did they become props?
Doesn't this mean that players need to find a variety of props, not steal any of them, and put them safely in the tomb?
Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly shuddered. Even she felt the greatest test of human nature.
There are so many players in the cemetery today. As long as someone secretly buys a tomb and becomes a local resident, it doesn't matter if he has no money. At this time, he can fish in troubled waters and gain a lot of props.
Are all the people who came out today trustworthy?
Tang Xiaoxiao quickly calmed herself down. She might not be able to completely trust those people, because many of them were Qiao Song's acquaintances, not hers.
But she believed in Qiao Song.
Tang Xiaoxiao quickly shared the news in the group.
When the group was already in an uproar after learning that funeral relics would become props, Qiao Song also arrived at the grave of the Octopus Zhang Yuli.
This girl was also from a medium-sized cemetery area, and Qiao Song soon discovered a difference. This girl had actually bought a cemetery and became a local resident.
There is only a name written on Octopus Zhang Yuli’s tombstone, no photo.
But in the group, there was already the [Learning Card] that Tang Xiaoxiao took, which showed a girl writing furiously.
"Octopus, the ninth tentacle has grown at the back..." Qiao Song recalled the clues provided by Tang Xiaoxiao and what he observed in the band, and believed that Zhang Yuli should be a child with many talents.
When she first joined the band, she discovered that this guy could control 2 to 3 instruments by himself.
Qiao Song came to her tombstone to look for clues, to see if there was a will similar to Wen Haoqian's.
It would be much easier to hold a funeral in the funeral home's auditorium because the will would be placed directly on the counter, whereas in previous large-scale mass funerals, after the light column was broken, everything, including the will, was mixed together.
Therefore, Xin Yue was both angry and relieved that her brother had left a backup will with her in advance.
The information from Wen Haoqian was the easiest, and the progress was already being reported in real time in the group. As an elder sister, Wen Xinyue actually knew that her brother had never really liked the handmade suit shop left to him by his father, and that he had to follow in his father's footsteps due to pressure.
But Wen Xinyue had no chance to tell Wen Haoqian that their silver-haired father was already looking for a talented apprentice. She hadn't figured out how to say it because she was afraid of hurting her son's self-esteem.
If she hadn't entered the Infinite Highway and such a fantasy world, Wen Xinyue would never have thought that her arrogant brother, who was always serious about making suits, actually dreamed of making Hanfu in this life.
"Do you really think you are a second-generation rich? You want to start your own business and open a shop, jumping from western clothes to Hanfu. Aren't you afraid of pulling your waist?"
"Even the music at the funeral was changed to traditional Chinese music. Who were they hiding it from?"
Despite the scolding, Wen Xinyue rubbed her red eyes, collected and sorted out the Hanfu fabrics picked up by her companions, some design drawings and pattern-making tools that she had never seen before, and rushed to her brother's grave.
She must be the one with the fastest progress now. Time is passing by, and the will has been confirmed. Wen Haoqian's funeral must be held as soon as possible.
Can't wait until dawn, can't wait until dawn...
Everyone was keeping a close eye on the timeline, including Qiao Song. She also mentioned in the group her speculation that the octopus Zhang Yuli was very likely to be involved in three musical instruments: the yangqin, the Huaxia drum, and the bamboo flute.
Soon someone found a strange creature that was similar to the one Tang Xiaoxiao had encountered before, half of its body was an octopus, and the other half was a girl, with a musical instrument in its hands.
After being witnessed and discovered, this thing will instantly turn into a card.
Qiao Song actually thought the same thing as Tang Xiaoxiao. Once any friendship or close relationship is tested by interests, there will be unknowns.
She doesn't ensure that everyone will believe her, but she chooses to believe in others.
Stone is never wrong when she judges people. There is no soul in this world that is completely pure and white. The people she keeps around her are those who may have flaws, but those flaws cannot cover up their brilliance.
Especially the first group of people who entered the cemetery, they were the ones who had been told that they might really die, but were still willing to enter the dungeon.
Happy Cemetery, if this level is intended to test a group of guys who will be attracted by interests and cannot let go of life and death, Qiao Song can understand it.
But she successfully waited for the first group of people to receive the prop cards.
Even Chi Xiaoyao’s coffin is different from others’, as he comes with several insulated boxes.
"Don't worry, sir. My coffin insulated box can be locked just like my takeaway truck. I don't have to worry about being robbed!"
Not all of the players in the graveyard are familiar with each other. Of course, they will be wary of each other, but they are wary of others turning against them, not of themselves going the wrong way.
Qiao Song looked at him as if he was guarding against a thief, handed the things to him, paused and said: "Have you visited all the cemeteries in the past two days?"
Chi Xiaoyao nodded.
He lived in a high-end cemetery. Except for the special area, which he could not enter, he had visited all other areas because his coffin was faster than anyone else's.
Especially in more urgent situations, such as those with time limits, the speed will be even faster.
The player's coffin should also have hidden attributes, which fits the profession. Qiao Song was relieved and even imitated the system's tone to add: [When the order has a time limit, the delivery boy's electric car will surpass all other means of transportation, and of course it will be the same if it becomes a coffin. ]
"Boss, what are you mumbling about?"
Chi Xiaoyao is still a little impatient.
Qiao Song came back to his senses: "You should have been to the administrator center, right? Is there a photo studio there, or a place to carve custom tombstones?"
Chi Xiaoyao slapped his forehead and said, "Now that you mention it, it's true. The management center is different from the funeral home. It's designed as a small bungalow."
On the left and right are the photo studio and the tombstone carving area filled with stones.
Qiao Song seemed to have heard someone mention this in the group before.
"Okay, go and print out a photo of Zhang Yuli and Wen Haoqian respectively."
Funeral procedures certainly do not include putting photos on tombstones.
But Qiao Song felt that this was a collective funeral, and it had suddenly changed from a ceremony in the auditorium to an open-air one, and the burial objects had to be placed in the tomb. So the funeral process must include everything from unearthing to burial.
She also reminded Chi Xiaoyao who was about to leave: "Remember to edit the photo a little bit to make the girl look better, but not too distorted. She has to look like her."
Chi Xiaoyao immediately revealed a straight man's doubt: "I don't know how to do it."
Qiao Song was very confident: "You don't need to know. There must be a photographer there. Just relay my words to him."
Chi Xiaoyao, who was completely confused, left without hesitation.
Wen Haoqian's progress was very fast. As for the Octopus Zhang Yuli, Qiao Song didn't have to wait long before he got the prop cards that were sent by others.
They all looked left and right as if they were guarding against a thief, and did not feel at ease until they handed the things to her.
"Qiao Qiao, people's hearts are hidden in their stomachs. Although I don't trust others, I believe in you!"
After handing the item card with the octopus Zhang Yuli’s portrait printed on it to Qiao Song, players left one after another quickly to continue catching up on their progress.
There is only half the time left until dawn, and there are still two of the most difficult unknown tombs left.
Qiao Song counted the funeral prop cards in his hand, there were 9 in total, each with a girl with different expressions and holding different items.
She really is like an octopus, and seems to be good at a little bit of everything.
She has good grades and many talents, but not every card shows a smiling face.
Qiao Song spread out the cards one by one and placed them in the empty tomb.
The tombstone, which originally had nothing on it except the name, suddenly began to automatically generate small words. Those were the epitaph that Zhang Yuli wrote for herself.
[I have liked too many things in my life. I learn everything very quickly. It seems that I am good at everything, but it seems that I can't do everything best. But if you ask me what I would like to do if I could leave this world and live again, I would tell others loudly that I want to learn folk music and yangqin! Being the first in age can't make me happy forever, but yangqin can! ]
[It is my weapon for survival on the infinite highway, and it also supports me to keep going even in the most desperate times. ]
[Of course I have a lot of things that can be turned into props, otherwise I wouldn’t be called an octopus or a tentacle monster by my classmates. ]
[If I could live again, I hope that when I leave, the tombstone will read, 'This is Ms. Zhang Yuli, the greatest yangqin teacher of this century.' I have been here, I have listened, I have tried, next time I will not leave any regrets, I will do my best to love myself and be myself! ]
Qiao Song put the last picture of the octopus Zhang Yuli playing the yangqin into the card, and all nine prop cards lit up. One card turned into a tentacle, and finally it was combined into a complete octopus. The octopus waved its tentacles, and finally it changed into a girl lying quietly inside.
She is indeed very similar to Tang Xiaoxiao. They are both at the same age as flowers, resolute and strong, but also have the worries and sorrows that belong to this age.
They are both senior high school students. No wonder they feel so close to each other as Tang Xiaoxiao. They must have sensed something similar.
In fact, many problems that elderly people cannot figure out in their entire lives are discovered by children early on, because the third year of high school is already a major watershed in career choices.
I have been lost and perplexed. If I could do it again, I would like to unwaveringly choose something that I will not regret.
Qiao Song heard the sound of a coffin cart coming from behind. It was Chi Xiaoyao, who came back very efficiently.
"Boss, here's what you want!"
Chi Xiaoyao saw the glowing girl in the coffin. Qiao Song took the photo without hesitation and put it directly on the tombstone.
That smiling face remains at the best age.
Zhang Yuli seemed to come alive suddenly. The photo glowed little by little and then burned. Chi Xiaoyao, who was standing behind, suddenly took a step back and subconsciously covered his eyes.
A glowing human-shaped ball, like an elf, instantly flew out of the coffin and even turned around twice on the spot.
Qiao Song also felt a little uncomfortable, but she saw the girl in the light clearly. Zhang Yuli smiled at her and seemed to say thank you from her lip movements.
The girl continued to fly upwards. Although it was not yet daytime, a crack appeared on the artificial dome of the cemetery. A white cow flew down from the ceiling, carried the girl on its back and took her to the sky.
[Ding——Congratulations to everyone for completing a special funeral! 】
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