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

The frozen white striped chicken is like a hard rock.It hit the ground with a bang, making a loud noise.

After the sound, there was a sudden silence outside, and even the mountain wind that kept blowing over the treetops stopped.

Lin Huan waited for a while and saw no abnormalities, stopped Weiwei and the woman, and walked out the door lightly alone with a bone-chopping knife.

Walking two steps in the moonlight, the bright ground in front of him was suddenly shrouded in an unknown shadow. He couldn't stop his feet, and as soon as he stepped in, a gray mist suddenly appeared around him.

The fog wasn't thick at all, but when he looked around, the original courtyard disappeared, and he seemed to step into the clouds, and the strange fog was all around him.

Just as he didn't know how to retreat, he saw a gray hand quietly protruding from the mist, tightly clasping his forearm.

At that moment, the cold air pierced the skin like ten thousand steel needles and penetrated deep into the bone marrow, almost freezing the soul.

Immediately afterwards, another hand pinched his ankle firmly, another hand gently stroked his vest, and another... another... hundreds of hands completely buried him.

The coldness engulfed Lin Huan like a wave coming from his head. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to stabilize his mind. At the same time, he raised the bone-cutting knife with all his strength and chopped off a gray arm.

puff--

The blade touched the arm, as if cutting into an invisible mass of air.

Lin Huan saw that the cut part collapsed like smoke, and then quickly condensed into shape. During this short process, that hand didn't even let go.

There was a chill in Lin Huan's heart: This thing has obviously gone beyond the material category of dialectical materialism. Could there really be ghosts in this world?

——He forgot that this is not the real world. There are monsters like Ferolo, and of course there are ghosts and gods!

In the stalemate, his body gradually became unable to move, his consciousness began to blur, and his body seemed to slowly sink into a sea of ​​silence.Dark, silent and boundless.

Just when he couldn't understand it, he suddenly heard the sound of chanting from the void. The sound lingered in his ears, murmuring, steady and gentle.

Lin Huan suddenly opened his eyes, his consciousness became clear and he felt the strength again. He struggled to free those hands, retreated into the dormitory building under Weiwei's hard dragging, and closed the door again.

Weiwei was panting: "Lin Huan, why were you surrounded by a cloud of gray fog just now? What happened?"

"I can't tell." Lin Huan leaned against the wall and rolled up his sleeves. There were several blue and black grasping marks on his forearm, and his muscles and bones were still aching from the cold.

Weiwei was taken aback: "Is this someone caught?"

"It's not a person. I can't see the whole picture. Anyway, it's not something you and I can fight against."

Weiwei understood instantly, and nodded with a serious expression.

Lin Huan took a deep breath, looked up at the woman standing quietly by the door: "Thank you, Master, just now."

Jingjue leaned forward and smiled: "It's the duty of a poor nun."

"That thing, what does Master think?"

"Haunting the place where the bones are burned and attacking the living are naturally evil spirits. If they are evil spirits, they are naturally afraid of Buddhism."

Lin Huan admired: "I was reckless just now. It is my blessing to be in the same group as Master."

Jing Jue smiled: "You are all young people, it's good if you don't dislike the poor nun's burden."

Hearing that little yellow hair was still screaming for help outside, Jing Jue looked towards the iron gate and said, "Let me go pick him up." Then he turned and walked out the door.

The door of the building was pushed open again, and the white striped chicken on the ground was still there, but it had turned into a pair of black chicken bones.

Everyone was horrified.

Resisting not to eat when throwing it, is it to catch Lin Huan, a big fish?These things actually have brains and can think.

Jingjue looked at the chicken bone calmly, and walked out the door while reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The wind in the courtyard suddenly began to flow, but the mist only coiled and climbed around her, and she walked away step by step, her figure was very clear.Just like this, she walked to the door step by step, and the mist retreated wherever she went, insisting on making way for her.

After opening the door, the panic-stricken little Huangmao jumped in. Seeing this scene, he was in a dilemma.He covered his head and face, pulled Jing Jue's sleeves tremblingly, and reluctantly returned to the dormitory.

Little Huangmao was frightened all the way, and sat and rested in the kitchen for a while before he had the strength to complain: "Fuck, there must be ghosts in the forest outside, it's so quiet everywhere, not even a bird sings, how can we get there?" They're all going in circles."

Weiwei asked: "Then how did you find it?"

The little yellow hair showed a frightened look: "It's not that old monster. It was dark and he stood in the middle of the road like a ghost. When he saw me, he chased after me. I ran all the way here... Where is this?"

Lin Huan: "The crematorium."

Little Yellow Hair: "Damn it."

Lin Huan mentioned their job application to Xiao Huangmao. Although he looked unhappy, he said that as long as there was a place to stay and not be chased by the old head, even the crematorium could reluctantly accept it.

Little Huang Mao chose the room upstairs, and Chi Rui moved up there too. After tossing around until three o'clock in the morning, everyone finally fell asleep peacefully.

Nothing out of the ordinary this night.

At dawn the next day, the phone rang in the kitchen.

Weiwei's room was very close, so she struggled to get up and opened the door to meet her: "Hello?"

"Morning. Work will start on the main building in half an hour."

"What?" Weiwei reacted for a while, thinking that the person who called the morning should be Master Zhou who was on the night shift last night, and immediately became angry, "Master Zhou, right? Were you really on duty last night? I didn't hear that." The phone rings?"

Of course, she was referring to Lin Huan calling the reception room for help.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds: "I heard it."

"Then why didn't you accept it?"

"Precautions have already been said, there is no need to repeat."

Weiwei was almost choked to death by him: "Master Zhou, this class you are on is really easy."

"See you in half an hour then."

The phone hangs up.

Weiwei: "..."

Lin Huan came out to make breakfast: "What's the matter?"

Weiwei said weakly: "It's nothing else, the front office has notified work."

Half an hour later, the four of Lin Huan and Xiao Huang Mao appeared in the small office together.

Wu Shuhua was neatly dressed, with a solemn and solemn expression, as if she had already entered the drama before work started.He briefly assigns the work:

Chi Rui is the only corpse cosmetician;

Xiao Huangmao is responsible for moving the corpses, managing the cold storage room and the memorial hall;

Weiwei is the funeral tutor, responsible for a series of chores such as the identity registration of the deceased;

Lin Huan is the security guard and warehouse manager who maintains order, and is responsible for keeping an eye on those barrels of valuable gasoline;

Jing Jue is a master hired by the funeral home, responsible for the body of the needy families.

Little Huangmao and Chi Rui had the worst luck. They heard that they wanted to get close to the corpse, so they were extremely reluctant, and they had to compromise with the dungeon arrangement.

So a busy day begins.

At seven o'clock, the first group of guests ushered in on the road in front of the mountain.They were dressed in plain clothes, with sad or indifferent faces. Under Wu Shuhua's skillful guidance, they went to Weiwei to go through the formalities, Chi Rui sorted out the remains, passed the cleansing, carried the little yellow hair, cremated Master Zhou, and Weiwei registered the ashes for storage... There were waves of people throughout the morning, and everyone was so busy that they didn't have time to drink.

Lin Huan had nothing else to do except bring a barrel of gasoline to the cremation room for Master Zhou, but he had a lot of time to wander around.

Near noon, Lin Huan passed the small pine forest outside the memorial hall, and heard someone talking softly inside.

Lin Huan has never been interested in whispering, and was about to leave, but was attracted by a few words he heard occasionally.

It was a man and a woman who were talking, and the woman sobbed softly from time to time, and the voice was accountant Xiao Liu.

"...Old Wu, I've put on seven or eight layers of powder this morning, barely covering my face, but the smell can't even cover the sachet, I dare not go out now..."

Then came Wu Shuhua's voice: "Hey, last time I asked you to put on a little more persistence, you must think it smells bad. The old head hasn't pulled anyone for a long time. Not only you, but we can't stand it anymore. At this time, you are making trouble. Nao Nao, where do you tell me to find living people?"

Accountant Xiao Liu cried a few times, and murmured: "...those homeless guys are too stinky, I'm not used to it, we...have a few newcomers here, that girl is very fragrant, I like it very much. "

Wu Shuhua stomped his foot: "Useful newcomers can't move, this is the rule! Last time you crossed the border and lost someone, the police came to investigate for half a month, still think it's not enough trouble?"

"...The big deal is to say that you can't bear the hardships and are afraid of running away. Those who die in the deep mountains and old forests can't be found outside."

"They can't bear it, you can suffer with your delicate appearance? Who would believe it?"

"Useful newcomers... Then make them useless, will they be able to move?"

Wu Shuhua resolutely refused: "Everyone is assigned to work by the superiors, so it's useless! No way!"

Accountant Xiao Liu burst into tears: "Then what do you tell me to do! It's all rotten like this!"

Wu Shuhua was silent for a moment: "Xiao Liu, I don't want everyone either... Let's wait a few days and see."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the old head."

"It's still a tramp!" Accountant Xiao Liu became angry immediately, "Use the stinky tramp yourself, I don't need it if I wear my face!"

She rushed out of the woods angrily, and walked away quickly on her high heels.

After a while, Wu Shuhua came out of the woods with a cigarette in his mouth, frowning, and looked at the slender figure of accountant Liu in the distance and remained silent.

Lin Huan didn't come out of the hiding place until they were all gone. His first thought was to find Weiwei, tell her what he just heard, and remind her to be careful at all times, no matter how the three NPCs in the funeral parlor want to live This usage is probably a disaster for everyone, and Weiwei is the person Xiao Liu Accountant desperately wants, and the current situation is the most dangerous.

Lin Huan walked into the main building, and saw Weiwei and accountant Xiao Liu walking out arm in arm. Seeing Lin Huan, Weiwei said happily, "It's just right, it's lunch time, let's go to the cafeteria together?"

Lin Huan's eyes moved back and forth between Weiwei and accountant Liu: "Weiwei, can I take a step to talk?"

Accountant Xiao Liu was obviously not very happy: "Huh? Want to whisper? Are you her boyfriend? Weiwei, you never said you have a boyfriend. Single dogs express their envy and hatred!"

Weiwei thought it was funny, she looked at Lin Huan, then at accountant Xiao Liu, and smoothed things over: "It's not my boyfriend, after a few words, Xiao Liu, you are my best friend, you don't care?"