My rival fell in love with me at first sight [Unlimited]

The driver took off his hat, and only then did he notice the little yellow hair beside him.

He picked up the hat and put it on his head with a blank expression, slowly raised his eyelids and closed his eyes with the little yellow hair, acting like a ten thousand year old turtle.

Seeing that he was indifferent, the little yellow hair thought it was easy to knead, so he stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, and raised his voice half a point: "Hey, you old bastard, you can't understand human speech without half your head, right? I asked And you, where is this car going!"

The driver was like a stone, and after a while he said in a dull voice: "The crematorium!"

The little yellow hair stared: "Bah! Unlucky, what kind of crematorium are you going to die for your mother! Turn around!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, and the little yellow hair was thrown onto the windshield unexpectedly.

The car stopped steadily, and he got up awkwardly with his hands on his waist: "Old bastard, you don't want to mess around anymore, do you? I want you to taste the strength of your Master Huang..."

Before the harsh words were finished, the driver stood up suddenly, grabbed the little yellow hair by the collar and dragged it under the car.

When he stood up, everyone noticed that his body proportions were extremely uncoordinated, his legs were short, his arms were thick and long, and his hands were ridiculously big. When he picked up the little yellow hair, it was like a big crab claw A skinny rickety shrimp.

The little yellow hair had some tricks at first, but when the driver's long arm picked him up, he couldn't get close to his body, so he was dragged under the car helplessly.

Shocked and angry, the little yellow hair struggled, swearing dirtyly about his ancestors, was pinned to the ground by the driver, and punched black eyes.

This punch was too heavy, most likely it broke Xiao Huangmao's brow bone, he rolled from side to side and howled to avoid the pain, blood flowed down his face in an instant.

Lin Huan and Weiwei stood up at the same time - if they didn't care, if there was another punch, Xiao Huangmao's head would be crushed.

Just as she was about to speak to stop her, the woman in the hat in the front row opened the car window first, clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, this little gentleman has already been punished for his bad tongue, sir, please spare his life."

After the Buddha's name was exported, everyone knew that she was a nun.

The driver glanced at her, left the little yellow hair behind, and strode into the car.

It was too late for Xiao Huangmao to follow, the bus whizzed by in front of him, and the dust smeared his face.

He covered his wound and chased after a few steps, seeing that there was no hope, he jumped up and cursed at the top of his voice, "I fuck your mother!"

In a blink of an eye, he was left far behind.

The carriage returned to silence, the driver concentrated on driving, the woman chanted to Buddha in a low voice, and the man with glasses shrank behind the seat. For a while, no one in the car talked.

Lin Huan silently put away the resume, hugged the briefcase, put his head on the car window and closed his eyes quietly.

He went through the scene just now in detail in his mind.

According to the system settings of the last dungeon, NPCs who have more contact with players or have particularly weird personalities and appearances will play an important role in the dungeon. This driver shot at the player from the very beginning, just like Mr. Zhang's hands-on bear picture.

Lin Huan didn't understand. Players who have passed the first level should know that this kind of NPC cannot be eliminated under certain circumstances.

About two hours later, the bus approached a hidden building built among the hills.

At this time, the sun was westward, and the temperature in the mountains suddenly dropped. The driver seemed to be in a hurry to go back, and drove Lin Huan, Weiwei, the woman, and the man with glasses out of the car. Without saying a word, he closed the door and drove away on the same road.

Everyone had nowhere to go, so they had to go to that building for the night.

The outer wall of the building is four or five meters high, and two thick iron gates block the way. The tall and lush pines and cypresses above the iron gates hide the bright yellow old-style tile roof, and the environment is very quiet and solemn.

Lin Huan rang the doorbell, and it took a while for someone to answer. A man opened the small window on the iron door.

His face was very thin, his complexion was not very good, and his mood was even worse, he looked them up and down: "What are you doing?"

Weiwei looked at each other in dismay - how should I answer this?It can't be said that we are players, you can arrange the plot quickly, right?

The young people saw that they were hesitating and unable to speak, and they were even more impatient: "This is a crematorium, not a farmyard or a small villa, and you can't stay overnight! You can go back where you came from."

When you're done, close the window.

Lin Huan stopped him and said politely: "We are here to apply for a job, please ask who is the leader here, he should understand this matter."

The young man's face suddenly changed, and he smiled: "Oh, so you guys are here, look at me." Then he closed the window, opened the iron door from the inside, and warmly led them in.

Weiwei followed behind, surprised in a low voice: "Lin Huan, we really came to the crematorium to apply for a job? How did you know?"

Lin Huan: "Based on your resume and luggage, I guess."

Weiwei: "..."

The young man is very chatty and talkative. He introduced himself as Wu Shuhua, a receptionist of this funeral home, and is mainly responsible for receiving explanations from family members. In the future, we will all be colleagues, and we will have time to get along slowly.

Talking along the way, they walked through a spacious yard surrounded by pines and cypresses, and came to a small two-story building. The small building also had a bright yellow tile roof, but underneath it was a modern building inlaid with white wall bricks, which looked nondescript.

"This is the dormitory building of our funeral parlor. The rooms are all cleaned up, one room for each person, you can choose as you like."

The man with glasses mumbled in fear: "No way... to live in a funeral parlor at night?"

Wu Shuhua smiled awkwardly when he heard this: "Originally, the funeral parlor doesn't allow employees to stay overnight. There's no way. Our place in the deep mountains and old forests is too remote, and the new employees don't live here and have no place to live. Let's just make do with it, so don't be particular about it."

Lin Huan took advantage of the situation and asked, "Most funeral parlors are in the outskirts of the city, why is this one built in the mountains instead?"

Wu Shuhua clapped his hands together, and said proudly, "This is the strength of our funeral home. This is the site chosen by our Fengshui master. Evergreen land, haven't you guys heard of it?"

Lin Huan and the others shook their heads.

"It's a mountain with extremely good Fengshui. It is said that people who are cremated and buried here will live forever."

Weiwei chuckled: "How can you live forever after being cremated? Isn't this a feudal superstition?"

Wu Shuhua was choked, and he hesitated for a long time before saying: "Hey, it's just a gimmick to live forever, after all, it's a blessed land, Chang'an for the dead, and it can also bless future generations."

"This place is so remote, even if Feng Shui is good, is there really a business?"

"Yes, there are a lot of jobs in the nearby big cities. We are busy going around every morning, and we don't have enough eight hands and eight mouths. But the funeral home is all morning work, and the motorcade from the city at noon As soon as we leave, we will cremate some homeless homeless people in the afternoon, which is more leisurely, and you will know these things after a long time."

Wu Shuhua didn't want to say more, he lowered his head and looked at his watch: "Well... the front yard is about to get off work, you put down your things first, and I will show you to meet my colleagues while they are here."

After being settled, the four of Lin Huan followed Wu Shuhua to the front yard.

The main building in the front yard is an elegant ancient building in the style of a palace. It is tall and spacious. The parking lot is as big as a football field, but it is empty without a single car.

Entering the main building through a small door, the interior decoration is very modern. The two farewell halls are like small theaters. The procedure area, family waiting area, and cremation room are clearly pointed out. The back building has a morgue, ashes storage room and storage for funerals. The warehouse for supplies and the office area are relatively cramped.

In a gloomy office, they met two other colleagues, the petite accountant Liu and the cremator master Zhou who was indifferent and expressionless.

After everyone shook hands, Lin Huan asked unintentionally, "The driver who brought us here, isn't he from here?"

"Old head?" Accountant Xiao Liu looked out nervously and lowered his voice, "He is sent here from outside the mountain, both the living and the dead. Strictly speaking, he is not from our funeral home. people."

Lin Huan didn't understand: "Is the living dead?"

"The living people come to apply for jobs just like you, there will be so many every month..."

"Cough." Wu Shuhua covered his mouth and coughed.

Accountant Xiao Liu knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he immediately shut up.

Wu Shuhua smoothed things over and said: "Well, the funeral home has a high salary but can't keep people. Everyone thinks it's unlucky and runs a lot, you know. The dead are homeless homeless people who died in several nearby cities. Every once in a while, the old head A batch will be sent."

Lin Huan remembered the matter of Xiao Huangmao: "One of us got off the car on the way here." Then he mentioned the matter of the afternoon.

Wu Shuhua's expression changed: "Oh! I can't survive that! Walking around in the old Fengtou's territory at night, isn't it courting death?"

Weiwei asked: "Is he scary?"

Accountant Xiao Liu had a good impression of Weiwei, who was also a girl, and took a step closer and said, "You don't know, he is actually a weirdo, and his domain is outside the walls of the funeral parlor. It's okay during the day, but it will kill you if you run into him at night. Just stay away from him."

When she approached, a special smell wafted along, like some kind of fragrant flowers and herbs from the mountains. It should be faint, but it was extracted extremely strong, even a little pungent, which made people have to pay attention.

Weiwei asked curiously, "What kind of incense did you smoke? It smells so special."

Accountant Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly: "Ah, this is called Changqinghua, and there are many in the nearby mountains. I wear it all year round, and it has the effect of exorcising evil spirits." She took a small incense stick from a nearby drawer. Handed the pouch to Weiwei, "I'll give you one if you like it."

Weiwei doesn't like incense, but she can't refuse, so she reluctantly accepts it and asks, "Is it not peaceful here?"

"...Well, if you follow the rules, it's fine."

Wu Shuhua added: "The rules are very simple. No matter what you hear or see at night, don't take it to heart, and don't leave the dormitory building. This will ensure everyone's safety."

Everyone still wanted to ask a question, so they heard the wall clock in the room strike five times slowly, and Wu Shuhua's expression immediately relaxed: "Heh, it's time to get off work!" After speaking, he began to pack his things and put on his coat.

"Aren't you going back to the dormitory?"

"We are all old people, we have cars, so we don't live here." Wu Shuhua said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, the three of us will keep a vigil every night, just in front of the duty room, mainly to guard against thieves, don't worry. He stole the only valuable gasoline in the warehouse. He is the one to call tonight." He pointed to the expressionless Master Zhou who hadn't said a word from the beginning to the end.

In order to take care of each other, the four of Lin Huan chose four adjacent rooms on the first floor.On the side of Lin Huan and Weiwei, the windows faced the yard, on the side of the man and woman with glasses, the windows faced the pine and cypress trees in the backyard.

They cooked some meals by themselves in the kitchen at the end of the first floor, and went back to their respective rooms early to wash and rest.

The room in the single dormitory is small and the layout is very simple. All the furniture is a single bed against the wall, a small wooden table and a small swivel chair under the south window.

Lin Huan unpacked the luggage and made the mattress. Seeing that it was still early, he sat at the table and planned to look at the contents of the briefcase again.

Below the job application resume is a copy of the information from the Internet, which is about the introduction of Changqing Funeral Home.

Lin Huan looked at the ten lines at a glance. The first part was mainly some news about the site selection and foundation. From the middle part, there appeared some content marked with a marker pen, which talked about a rumor about a Fengshui master surnamed Zhai playing in Changqing Mountain.

It is rumored that this feng shui master brought several apprentices and leaders of relevant departments to visit the mountains and rivers. He happened to fall in love with this sunny hillside, and asked for the right to develop it. He planned to build a farmhouse. Solicit business from city people, and make yourself a good place to retire.The weather was fine at that time, and he was happy to find the auspicious place, so he planned to stay here for one more night to investigate.

Unexpectedly, something happened this night.