Altar of Infinity

Jiang Jichu glanced lightly at Xie Ji.

For trivial things, he was called an artist classmate, and he was called Comrade Xiaojiang. Now that he is in trouble, he even omitted his surname and called him Jichu directly. Those who didn’t know thought they were very close.

But now surrounded by corpses, he doesn't intend to argue with Xie Ji.

He punched the nearest corpse on the chest, turned sideways to avoid the spit out of the corpse's mouth, stepped onto the mortuary bed, grabbed the collar of the corpse with his backhand, and flung the corpse to the farthest south.

With Jiang Jichu opening the way, Xie Ji dealt with the remaining small parts of the corpses, and rushed towards the south wall while explaining: "I remember that it was written in the information room that Ann built this funeral home in the suburbs to let the dead get peace. We have to Let them rest in peace."

Xie Ji arrived at the destination safely, and opened the largest storage compartment, which contained various funeral items.

Jiang Jichu was about to ask how to keep the corpse at peace, when Xie Ji took out a shiny golden... musical instrument from the storage compartment?

Jiang Jichu: "An Ning?"

Xie Ji shook the suona in his hand: "When Niu Kuyin was buried, someone played it beside him, and there is only this in the storage box."

Jiang Jichu wanted to stop it: "No way...!"

But there was still some distance between him and Xie Ji, before he could take a step, Xie Ji opened his chest and blew out the first syllable.

"Woo-la-"

Xie Ji's attainment in music is inversely proportional to his attainment in business.

Obviously the same thing, there are only so many tones on the left and right, and it can always show a kind of destructive spirit in Xie Ji's hands.

Especially when such an instrument with first-class penetrating power and appeal is selected, and when it is in a closed space, its musical level can be maximized.

People play the suona for the funeral of the dead, while Xie Ji plays the suona for the living to die.

The sound waves continuously echoed between the walls, each time getting more outrageous and louder.

Yao Shun covered his chest with his hands, and even Jiang Jichu showed a rare pain. He couldn't help but want to close his eyes and find something to plug his ears.

Fortunately, no matter how powerful Xie Ji is, he is still an individual, and he himself has not mastered the skill of playing the suona.

He needs to breathe.

The melody finally had a brief pause.

Yao Shun panted heavily, as if crawling back from hell, with double surprise on his face: "Stop! Brother Xie, stop! The corpses also stop! They all stop! Brother Xie is awesome!"

The next moment, 54 corpses rushed towards Xie Ji at an unprecedented speed after waking up, without stiff hands or shaking legs, faster than a normal person like Yao Shun.

Jiang Jichu: "..."

It's pretty awesome.

Xie Ji used the suona to knock down the corpse that ran in front of him, and said very displeased: "I don't know how to appreciate it!"

He deftly avoided the five corpses, overturned a mortuary bed forcefully and pressed several corpses under the bed, and supported the shoulders of the corpse on the right, jumped up to the surface of another mortuary bed. The national musical instrument fell into his hand and became a stick with a blossoming end, and it fell on the corpse every time with the wind.

He crossed the huge group of corpses, and landed next to Jiang Jichu unscathed, and played the final value of the broken and unusable suona, throwing it between the eyebrows of a certain corpse, smashing the corpse to lie on its back in the lingering air-conditioning.

Xie Ji: "It's not that I don't respect the remains, it's that they didn't respect me first."

Although it was true that the corpse attacked them first, they had no choice but to fight back, but the words coming out of Xie Ji's mouth now have a different meaning.

Jiang Jichu couldn't help it: "Who is it who disrespects first?"

Xie Ji looked down at him: "Who are you with?"

Jiang Jichu: "You will get different answers if you blow it or not."

Yao Shun said weakly: "Brother Xie, what were you doing just now..."

Xie Ji: "Send them off, don't there be suonas at the funeral?"

Yao Shun: "But people don't play the suona at funerals."

Jiang Jichu was surprised: "Can you tell that he's playing Little Star?"

Xie Ji: "Didn't you hear it?"

Jiang Jichu: "You..."

Yao Shun: "Both big brothers, they're up again!"

Jiang Jichu held back his emotions.

Xie Ji's idea is right. Ann built the funeral home to make the deceased find peace, but Xie Ji playing the suona will obviously have the opposite effect.

Xie Ji: "If you don't eat a toast, you will be punished. If you can't do it, you can come to martial arts."

Yao Shun: "Do you want to fight with them all night like this?" These two people can beat each other, but he can't!

Xie Ji: "Fire."

Yao Shun: "But the two people who died last night were using fire."

Xie Ji: "We can use it in another way."

The corpses are aggressive, but their combat effectiveness is mediocre, and they basically don't contain intelligence, and they rely entirely on numbers to win.

Under Xie Ji's command, the three moved the mortuary bed to form a circle while resisting the attack of the corpse.

Xie Ji: "Niu Kuyin attacked us at first because we could only hear voices. These corpses yearn for peace, so why did they attack us?"

Jiang Jichu: "Because we are human...fire...temperature!"

Xie Ji responded.

"Yes. We have them, and they all have them, but we are human beings, and the body temperature of human beings, in a place as cold as the morgue, the more we fight with them, the more heat is emitted from the body, and they are getting more and more active."

"When I came to the morgue in the morning, I observed that two colleagues on the night shift were not killed by corpses, but were suffocated by fire.

"They died by the door, which was also the place where the fire was the least smoky, but the place where the body lay was the place where the fire was the most.

"The corpse has no intelligence, but has the instinct to attack. Why not attack, but moths to the flame?"

The tranquility provided by the funeral parlor is the peace of mind after cremation. Both cremation and burial are the key to tranquility.

There are no graves in the morgue, but people have the body temperature that represents "alive". The fire produced overwhelms the temperature of the human body, creating the necessary conditions for tranquility.

Yao Shun: "Then won't we be burned to death too?!"

Xie Ji: "Yesterday those two were too angry, we just need to let the fire attract their attention."

Yao Shun: "But this is just your guess."

Xie Ji: "Is it true that you will find out after trying it out? Do you have a better way?"

Yao Shun resentfully shut up.

Xie Ji looked at Jiang Jichu again.

Jiang Jichu: "I remember there are still many torches in the storage compartment."

Xie Ji smiled and said, "For the sake of your support for me, I decided to repay you."

An ominous premonition arose in Jiang Jichu's heart.

Xie Ji pointed to a corpse lying on his back: "Did you see that?"

Jiang Jichu said truthfully, "I'm a little face blind."

Xie Ji said "Oh": "That's your fiancé, remember that in the information, he is very bad, bullying men and women everywhere, and even playing tricks to marry you home, I will avenge you!"

Jiang Jichu gritted his teeth: "You remember so clearly, why don't you go and have a ghost affair with others by yourself."

The wall formed by the mortuary bed could not trap the corpses, and the two did not continue to argue. Xie Ji found a rope from the locker, fiddled with it a few times, and handed one end to Jiang Jichu, and pointed to Wei Wei who was among the corpses. Yan: "You were supposed to go. Since you are blind, I will tie him up first. You hang it on the ceiling, and then come and change shifts with me."

After confirming that Jiang Jichu would cooperate, Xie Ji took the rope and moved away from the mortuary bed farthest from them.

Corpses poured out like a tide.

Xie Ji grabbed the other end of the rope and walked left and right among the corpses. Countless pale fingers and wide-open mouths brushed past him, but he didn't touch a corner of his clothes.

Yao Shun was terrified when he saw it, but Xie Ji was able to handle it with ease. After kicking over an unknown number of corpses, he tied the rope firmly around Wei Yan's waist, and wrapped it around his legs and ankles a few times.

He called out: "Jiang Jichu!"

Jiang Jichu was not idle here either. He dug out a lot of useful things from the storage compartment. Using bows and heavy objects, he broke several large holes in the ceiling, successfully found the beams inside, and tied one end of the rope. Successfully bypassed the beam on □□.

After receiving the signal from Xie Ji, he pulled the rope to hang Wei Yan up.

He handed the rope to Yao Shun: "Tie it to the handle of the storage compartment, and wear a few more handles."

After speaking, he jumped into the group of corpses and handed over to Xie Ji.

The two didn't meet face to face, they didn't even make eye contact, and the other quickly left after one entered the group of corpses.

Just like Xie Ji, even if he wanted to tie the rope to a specific corpse, he had to attract the most corpses to create a chance for him to damage the ceiling. Jiang Jichu also led back all the corpses facing Xie Ji, preventing them from approaching Xie Ji. half an inch.

Xie Ji ran back to Yao Shun's side: "Is it tied up?"

Yao Shun said nervously, "It's tied, it's very strong."

There are many kinds of torches in the storage compartment in the morgue, and Xie Ji specially picked the thickest and largest one.

The moment the torch was lit, the bright flame easily overwhelmed the artificial light, changing the color of the morgue.

The corpses that were temporarily trapped by Jiang Jichu on the mortuary bed surged again and again.

Xie Ji put the torch on the attack, narrowing one eye slightly.

The strings are full.

Arrow out.

The flames pierced through the sky like meteors in the chaotic morgue, piercing Wei Yan's bound legs with a whizzing sound.

The group of corpses immediately let Jiang Jichu go, ignored Xie Ji and Yao Shun, and huddled together and stretched their hands towards Wei Yan who was hanging in the air.

And Wei Yan's hands and feet were bound, and the only part of his body where he could struggle was his head. It kept shaking and tried to touch the place with the highest temperature of the torch, but he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Xie Ji breathed a sigh of relief, found a random mortuary bed and sat on it, took a sip of water from a thermos, and enjoyed the wonderful scene of "hundred corpses on fire".

Yao Shun froze in disbelief, still unable to react: "This... is this the end?"

Xie Ji: "Is it possible to fight them for three hundred rounds?"

Yao Shun: "No, it's not... Here, here, what should I do when the torch burns out?"

"Use a bow to get a new one before it burns out," Xie Ji said. "Although I can't sing, I can still watch bows, guns and other shooting events."

When the crisis was resolved, Yao Shun was so excited that he was about to shed tears: "Brother Xie, how can you still watch it? You are the reincarnation of the Arrow God!"

Xie Ji waved his hand: "Okay, okay, if you are idle, open all the doors of the bathroom, I just took a look, the ventilation system inside is still working, don't be scratched to death by the corpse, poisoned to death by carbon dioxide. "

Yao Shun happily accepted the order and left.

Jiang Jichu picked up the dilapidated suona and sat down on the bed next to Xie Ji.

"Playing mourning music is indeed a way of bringing peace to the dead.

"Is that so, great musician?"