Chapter 282 Happy Cemetery
Qiao Song was digging graves again. In total, there should be one or two hundred graves in the new areas she occupied. The neighbors liked to use the coffins of the dead as weapons, but she didn't have such a bad taste.
Qiao Song searched through the coffin used by his neighbor and the one that was going to be used to carry weapons.
Those that had been used had become empty shells, and the burial objects inside had already become props to attack her before, and no one knew where the players inside had gone.
All of these are outside the players' previous screening list. These should be the missing people, and the number is far beyond expectations.
Fortunately, after occupying the territory, Qiao Song added two new robots for free, which are just enough to handle the remaining tasks. If you look from above, three of the circular special areas have merged into one.
At this time, there were many neighbors who did the same thing as Qiao Song. The problem of neighbors encroaching on each other's lawns mentioned by the two little zombies before seemed to have become commonplace. From time to time, some black shadows could be seen being thrown around in the distant sky.
"Using dead people to fight, isn't that too presumptuous?"
With each shovel, Qiao Song dug out a lot of people. She didn't plan to perform one-on-one salvation at this moment. The whole map was filled with music. Qiao Song took pictures directly and asked A Guang to continue printing.
A Guang on the other end was also sweating.
Administrator Yu Guang: [Where were these dug out? There are so many of them, it looks like an archaeological site.]
Qiao Song: [As an administrator, don’t you know that so many people are buried in the special area? ]
Administrator Yu Guang: [You also know that it is called the special zone. That area is generated due to certain forces and is directly managed by the game. I am not qualified to enter.]
Qiao Song knew that this was a hint at the identities of other residents in the area.
A Guang can only do things within the scope of his duties as an administrator, and not touch anything else that cannot be said or done. Otherwise, he would not have been able to stay safe in a secret copy for so long.
The same goes for Li Yuan and the others. As long as they are administrators, they cannot directly leak the questions. There are too many things that administrators cannot do. Players are just the opposite. They can do too many things, but they cannot access the main system.
Qiao Song had reason to suspect that, in fact, many presidents of large guilds already had the ability to be promoted to administrators, and stages like Zootopia were prepared for these players who could be promoted to administrators.
You Yitong is too jumpy, he is almost the same as the old Long from before, Qiao Song has to catch the person behind him.
A new wave of funerals began. Qiao Song saw a crack in the sky and a buffalo rushed down, carrying a target on the eight-person funeral list.
[Ding——Congratulations to all players, you have completed an extra funeral. The remaining quota for today is six! ]
It seems that the players are not willing to sit still and wait for death.
But it doesn’t matter whether they hold a funeral or not. The Happy Cemetery is now full of coffin trucks, as if a large number of local residents are running away.
There were suonas, erhus, pianos, and violins everywhere, and Qiao Song even saw colorful neon balls flying out.
It seems that everyone is hoping for the best. The job list in the band has become longer instead. Players want to try out all kinds of instruments, whether they know how to play them or not. They just play them randomly and send off whoever they can.
This really annoyed Mike Feng. He originally wanted to watch a good show, but he could hardly get a seat, so he had to turn the funeral home into a small open-air square, which was now filled with a bunch of people playing various instruments and singing.
The band members actually accepted everyone who came.
If the vast majority of local residents hate the existence of funerals, then the band is the only one who hopes that there will be more funerals and that everything goes well.
Watching a funeral makes you old? That's just a small matter.
Mike Feng looked at the time, assigned the personnel, touched his face again to confirm that it was still the microphone's head, then he got in the car and rushed to his home.
Several sneaky musicians also followed him, led by the old man who had been hostile to Qiao Song before.
A group of people were driving towards the special area.
Qiao Song did not waste any time. She made so many coffins just to complete the target and send people off to heaven at the same time. The more coffins she completed, the rougher her hands became. The magic of time was making her age little by little.
I had a good sleep before and actually recovered a lot. But with eight funerals today, I guess I will be affected a lot again. No wonder most local villagers don’t like funerals.
[Ding——You received a new message. 】
Qiao Song now has two new neighbors. Before she could explore the area, she received a message from a guy who was not her neighbor.
Resident of No. 10, Special District: [Qiao Song?]
Qiao Song was a little surprised when he saw his name.
There are only 10 houses in this area, and the one Qiao Song bought was number 4. The ones she just bought were number 3 and number 5.
Then why does No. 10 know her?
Resident No. 10 of Special District: [I sensed the badge left by Bai You. It belongs to our guild.]
badge?
Qiao Song took a look at the toolbox copies he had placed everywhere, picked up one at random, felt around inside, and actually found a special badge.
That was the token given to her by the little witch Bai You, who said that all players in the Land of Dawn would have it.
Qiao Song knew that this guild was a big player among the missing players, so he also replied: [Dawn?]
No. 10: [Yes, I am the president of the Dawn Village. When Bai You burned paper money for me, I got the news about you. As expected, you came.]
Wait, what does burning paper money mean?
Before Qiao Song could figure out why, No. 10 sent another message: [The seats in the special area of Happy Cemetery are fixed. When I came in, the last seat was sold, which was No. 10. Later comers can only enter here by exchanging. But I just found out that someone in No. 4 has entered, so I thought it was you.]
Qiao Song pondered the meaning of this sentence.
[In other words, it has been sold once before the 4th? ]
[No, it was not available for purchase until you came and it was sold.]
Qiao Song looked at the message on the message board and realized a problem. Someone had calculated that her destination would definitely be here. Who could have specially left her here from every place?
The guys behind the Newcomer Alliance probably can't do it either.
Is it the main system?
An image of a robot similar to a silkworm emerged in Qiao Song’s mind.
[I have something to give you, but the special area can only be exchanged from the next door. Remember to stay close to me when you expand the area.]
This was said in a somewhat subtle way, almost as if he was saying it directly: when the fight breaks out later, you should hold back a little.
It is difficult for an individual to gather enough soul coins to purchase the soul coins needed for this purpose.
Qiao Song understood that even if the system required the entire fortune to be used for the purchase, not every player would be able to obtain permission to purchase in the special area.
As expected, those who can purchase the cemetery in this area are either individual users who are wealthy enough to compete with the guild, or the presidents of large guilds.
Qiao Song asked about the coffin in the field again, and the other party said: "We are different from you. We can't dig pits and graves easily, otherwise we will gradually approach the state of the dead. Are you getting older now? As time goes by, only when you lie in the coffin can you gradually recover to the state of human youth. Digging graves will only accelerate aging, and the same goes for funerals. 】
Qiao Song frowned: [In other words, those lying motionless in the graves should be the ones who have been in the cemetery for a long time? ]
[That's correct. You should hurry up. My profession is an archaeologist. I can enter this cemetery thanks to my profession and the guild. There is one thing I dug up that I must hand over to you personally. I'll wait for you on the 10th.]
After saying that, there was complete silence over there.
Qiao Song thought for a while and called the two little zombies who were digging a hole nearby.
"Which cemetery did you two live in before?"
Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin looked at each other, and Xiao Jin blurted out, "Number 9."
“When was number 10 sold?”
"It seems like a long time ago..."
"Which number does Mike Crazy live in?"
The two little zombies, not knowing why she asked this, hesitated for a moment: "He lives at number 7, which used to be the Pharaoh's place."
Pharaoh has now exchanged places with the two little zombies and moved to number 9.
Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin had no choice but to wander outside. The two guys actually felt a little regretful, after all, the cemetery became chaotic so quickly, and it was an epic chaos.
But I don't regret it that much, because governing such a large area is bound to encounter all kinds of troubles, like what's happening now.
After No. 4 swallowed No. 3 and No. 5, No. 2 and No. 6 next to Qiao Song also began to attack her lawn with long-range throwing weapons.
Xiao Jin added nervously, "There must be a lot of people coming over from next door, and they're worried that there won't be enough space, so they want to expand."
No. 4, where Qiao Song was, had just finished a battle. The opponent was betting that she had no power to fight back, so he took the opportunity to take a bite of the cake on this wide grassland.
Qiao Song had more weapons than she could ever have, and the whole yard was filled with coffins, but she had no intention of using weapons on the dead for the time being.
"If you two want to live at my place, you'll have to be useful."
The two little zombies straightened their backs immediately, thinking that they were asked to help throw the coffin out, but Qiao Song gave each of them a tablet.
"The butler robots are busy digging the pits. You two will be responsible for helping me take pictures of the faces in these coffins and send them to the cemetery manager."
"By the way, remember to ask him to edit the picture to make it look better."
Is that all right?
Xiao Yin had two huge dark circles under his pale face. He asked, "Aren't we going to throw these coffins away?"
Inside each coffin is a player, with all the professional skills accumulated over a lifetime, which are quite useful.
Qiao Song glanced at him before saying anything, Xiao Jin immediately stopped his brother behind him: "We will never do that if you don't allow us to! We will go take pictures right away, right away!"
Xiao Yin was a little puzzled and tugged at his brother's sleeve: "Brother, why are you shaking like this? Isn't she easy to talk to? I was afraid that she didn't know the function of those coffins, so I took the initiative to tell her."
Xiao Jin patted his zombie hat and said, "Don't be clever. Help quickly. This player..."
After saying "she" for a long time, Xiao Jin finally didn't dare to say his guess.
His brain wasn't as slow as his brother's, and he had come to his senses already. How many players could achieve this?
Although this guy was a little different from the one they saw last time at Hearse Entertainment, and he didn't use his iconic sledgehammer and chainsaw, this style was really rare.
One against a hundred, the locusts leave nothing uneaten when they pass through.
But if I were in the same camp with her, I would feel safe and happy.
Xiao Jin thought with a strange look, no wonder the boy and girl warned them in advance.
Forget it, it was just an accident, as long as I didn't go astray.
Just pretend you didn't recognize her for now. As long as you don't provoke her, everything should be fine.
Xiao Jin even felt that the change in the cemetery was not a bad thing. He and his brother had been lying here for too long. From being disguised zombies, they now looked more and more like zombies. If they didn't maintain this appearance, they wouldn't even be able to walk outside.
There is no turning back after the funeral, so in the Happy Cemetery, some people have already prepared to greet death with a smile, while others are trying their best to avoid eternal sleep.
Qiao Song hopes that those who choose to sleep on their own initiative can sleep more peacefully.
As for those guys who don’t want to sleep and want to disturb others.
"You want to sleep like a baby so badly, huh?"
She counted the skills she had left and quickly used the two most suitable ones, Shadow of the Dog and Shadow of the Rabbit, and flew out one at a time.
This time, neighbors No. 2 and No. 6 were much smarter than before. Every coffin that flew over carried turf.
You can harvest the grave grass in your own yard and use it to feed cows, but don't throw the grass in your yard over here, as that may not be a good thing.
Qiao Song could feel that when the grass and the coffin flew over, a lot of unfamiliar images inexplicably appeared in his mind.
From an extreme sea athlete who rides the wind and waves, to doing business in some special areas, to a special profession that hears gunshots, Qiao Song seems to be split into countless parts in an instant. At the same time, she also has to guard against the attack skills falling from the coffin.
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In an instant, the large patch of grass under Qiao Song's feet surged like waves, and she and the air around her also rushed towards her like tremendous waves.
At the same time, countless metal dots appeared in the air, instantly forming a straight line and collectively attacking every fatal part of her body.
Each piece of grass on the coffin would bring an illusion, plus a whole set of professional chain skills. Qiao Song should have been beaten powerless, but her figure was split into two, and two into four.
Each of them was holding a toolbox in his hands.
This was the monkey hair splitting ability of Shen Hou that she had used before.
"My previous days working in the fantasy world were no worse than these."
At that time, she was just a stone that had just awakened its consciousness, but now she has been in the game for so long, she has studied and tried most of the professions, and she is a temporary worker.
Versatile temporary workers are suitable for all types of jobs.
Qiao Song stepped on a floating coffin lid, but the rolling grass in his yard unexpectedly successfully rolled over a big wave and accurately stepped on another coffin thrown from the sky next door.
There, lying was a man with a terrified face.
And in this coffin hanging in the sky, as if in response to stress, a large amount of grass instantly grew. Qiao Song was dazzled by it for a short time, and countless illusions appeared in his mind in an instant.
There is actually someone who can collect weapons from grave grass. This guy is really good at playing with plants.
Countless figures of Qiao Song circled the coffin.
After the split, it was not so painful for each Qiao Song to accept a fantasy in his mind.
For some reason, Qiao Song suddenly thought of the Crow. That guy seemed to be constantly splitting himself apart in hell. What negative effect was he fighting against?
"Why are you flying in the sky all the time? It seems you are number 2."
Qiao Song wasted no time and grabbed the other man's neck. Seeing the guy's expression of disbelief, Qiao Song's eyes began to show whirlpool shapes.
"Tell me, where are the people from the Black Iron Guild and the Newcomer Alliance in the cemetery?"
"No, I don't know."
"Oh? Do you think that now Tianmei makes it impossible for me to restore you to factory settings?"
A thin line of water began to pour out of Qiao Song's toolbox.
She held the toolbox in her hands and gently flicked out two drops.
The man, who seemed to have taken root and grown together with the coffin, screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
"I really don't know about the Newcomer Alliance! Black Iron, the vice president of Black Iron lives in No. 5!"
Vice president?
Fu Chunyou and Fu Chunsheng, judging from their names, should be brothers. It seems that Fu Chunyou once served as the vice president of Heitie, but later they may have fallen out due to differences in ideas.
He is still so rich even after the fallout, so one can imagine how rich the president of the Black Iron Guild is.
"The water in my box is the same as the water outside the cemetery. Your coffin looks like a bathtub. After pouring the water, you should be able to experience bathing in the river of life and death very soon."
As she spoke, she poured water into the cemetery. The man, who was covered with tree roots and completely unable to move, struggled violently and yelled, "I really don't know! The presidents of those two places don't even live here. I don't know where they are lying. They all like to conduct agent experiments. There are rumors that they have found a passage to leave the cemetery and go to another safer place, free from the constraints of their bodies."
"I really don't know anything else, please let me go..."
Qiao Song looked at the guy begging for mercy. There were lush plants growing on his body. This appearance reminded her of a guild called Wild Grass that she had encountered a long time ago.
Plant department?
She dodged another group of grave grass that was controlled to fly towards her from behind, and mercilessly poured a large amount of water from the River of Life and Death into the box.
The whole coffin seemed to be poured with Coke, and a large amount of bubbles popped out instantly.
Qiao Song discovered that there was a glowing tip in the fan-shaped area below, and the wall belonging to her house below also began to move, and it seemed that it would soon swallow up this area.
The door to the yard was open, and a group of coffins that had just come in were fleeing again.
Qiao Song ignored those guys and ran directly to look at the name on the tombstone.
[Yuan Feng, president of the Wild Grass Association, tropical plant research enthusiast, employee of a herbal cosmetics company...]
Qiao Song skipped over a long section of the useless repetitive biography and quickly got to the part at the end.
The more words that can be engraved on the tombstone, the more information should be included as the time goes on, because this is the last place where words can be written on the tombstone. Sure enough, Qiao Song saw a very strange record.
[…It’s a pity that I didn’t join them earlier, but it’s also a good thing that I didn’t join them. I don’t want to lose the final outcome and use my body as someone else’s new clothes. It would be great if I could go back. If I can’t, I’ll just see them in my dreams. My balcony, the plants I like, if I can go home and see them every day, wouldn’t that be a kind of resurrection?]
From this perspective, the Newcomer Alliance and Black Iron should have invited this guy, but he backed off.
After joining, there is a risk that your body will be taken away by someone else. Is this body the identity of the player in this game, or is it...
Qiao Song thought of an even crazier possibility.
A possibility even crazier than resurrection.
At this time, next to her, because the attack here was not too intense, Qiao Song came over first to deal with No. 2. When she went to No. 6 next door, the various cleaning equipment floating in the sky stopped in an instant.
A huge dog is tearing into a coffin.
Each time the zodiac's ability is used, there is a time limit. Qiao Song is not yet proficient in using the hypnosis skills on the Sheep, so she uses coercion, inducement and hypnosis together. She was planning to use the same trick again this time, but a middle-aged woman in the coffin suddenly blinked wildly when she saw her.
Qiao Song saw large clusters of mushrooms growing out of the coffin, followed by a huge, glowing, colorful longicorn beetle stepping on the mushrooms and holding a white note in its hand.
【Don’t attack your own people! 】
There was also a lifelike black bird drawn on the note.
Qiao Song hesitated for a moment, as if realizing the problem.
Don’t tell her, this middle-aged woman is Miao Tingting?
Then, was the identity that she just speculated was just the identity of the player?
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