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So if it's eighty-five years, that means there have been eight whole generations of replacements.
"A total of 16 changes? This is the 17th time for me and Bao Lebin?"
The curator shook his head with a wry smile, indicating that Jiang Xiao's idea was indeed quite idyllic.
"In fact, over the course of 85 years, our funeral home has changed more than 10,000 employees!"
What?!
What's going on?
Jiang Xiao counted on his fingers, more than ten thousand years, assuming two employees were employed at the same time.
That means they change employees every five days?!
This isn't some kind of ghost story, it's just a classic old man's meat grinder!
If this were a large-scale supernatural tale like "Where Did My Father Die?" or "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City", Jiang Xiao, who shares a map with all the chosen ones, wouldn't be so shocked.
But this is just a minor supernatural tale. Each chosen one is independent. More than 10,000 people died in just one minor supernatural tale. If you add them all up, it's incredible.
"What about the previous employees?"
"Many people, like you, are full of curiosity about everything, thinking they are the protagonist in a movie who can unlock the secrets of the funeral home, but they all end up missing out."
"Don't look at me like that. I didn't kill anyone. All you had to do was follow the rules. Why did you have to break out of your comfort zone? The saying 'If you don't court death, you won't die' isn't hard to understand, is it?"
"You didn't kill him? You're lying!" Jiang Xiao glanced at the curator, clearly not believing his idiotic words.
“I really didn’t kill him. You have someone involved right next to you. You can ask him.”
Jiang Xiao looked at Bao Lebin, who hesitated, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to.
"It's okay. As long as you don't break the rules, you can tell me what you saw, so that someone doesn't think I'm trying to harm him."
"Brother Rong... he couldn't help but tell me some things, and then, indeed, the curator didn't do anything to him. Brother Rong went mad on his own and ran into the wilderness..."
Yo?
Is the curator, that old codger, really not a bad person?
But the thought of him wanting to defile the corpse was so deeply ingrained in Jiang Xiao's mind that he didn't seem like a good person at all.
"Hey, believe it or not, whatever, Bao Lebin, you're such a coward, you'll live a long life. If someone's trying to do something stupid, just ignore them. Try to talk them out if you can, but if you can't, don't get yourself involved."
"You're trapped in the funeral home too?"
After thinking for a long time, Jiang Xiao felt that this was the only possibility, otherwise it wouldn't make sense.
The curator gave Jiang Xiao a deep look, then nodded and said.
"So what if I'm stuck here? What's the essential difference between here and anywhere else? It's all the same. A day passes in the blink of an eye. And here, there's no pressure from mortgages, car loans, or other aspects of life. Isn't that wonderful?"
A prison? Or a paradise?
But Jiang Xiao didn't care about any of that. He just wanted to get back quickly and get Sun Wei back so he could suppress those two little devils.
The goal is clear and unwavering!
This old man thinks he can brainwash me with just a few words? That's underestimating his willpower.
"Then call me a car to get me out of this wilderness. I don't think you're a bad person, so don't force me to take action."
"No," the curator refused outright.
"Bullshit! Bao Lebin told me that after ten years of service, a private car would come to pick us up!"
"Yes, didn't he tell you that you have to work for ten years? But you've only been here for two days, right? I'm just following the rules."
Whoops!
Jiang Xiao felt a toothache. He didn't want to do anything bad, but these people seemed to be constantly pressuring him.
“Old Biden, I am a weak-willed person and I don’t like to compete, but if you still can’t meet my demands, then I will have no choice but to follow my rules.”
"Your rules?" The curator was taken aback, then chuckled awkwardly, "Listen, this is a funeral home, and I am the curator here. You, a mere employee, are you threatening me?"
Jiang Xiao did not answer, his face cold, and walked step by step toward the curator who looked like a fat pig.
The curator remained expressionless, silently watching Jiang Xiao approach, his face revealing neither joy nor sorrow.
"If you're new here and have any complaints, come at me."
At the crucial moment, the Night Watchman, who had always been aloof and taciturn, stepped forward and stood between the two.
"Like you, I once offended the curator because I thought I was good at fighting. Later I realized that I was wrong."
"So, you're going to take the beating in place of this old man, Bitden?"
The Night Watchman shrugged: "Sorry, I think you've misunderstood. I'm here on behalf of the Curator to beat you up."
Chapter 352 The King of Su Bei's Hardness Takes Leave Due to Kidney Stones
Oooh!
Xiao Yu died before he had even fully realized his enlightenment.
I have been writing this book for more than half a year, and I am filled with endless emotions.
From the initial high spirits of a new author launching a book to the current decline.
(Commonly known as "starting strong but ending weak, a poorly written piece," feel free to criticize me in this comment section if you want.)
I need to apologize to the readers who have been following this far.
If you're wrong, you should admit it; if you're going to be punished, you should stand up straight. You paid for this, so if my writing isn't good, you should be criticized.
(But you can't go to the book review section, the comments there will be deleted on the surface. If you want to criticize, you can do so in this chapter's public section, I will read it.)
My lovely editor summarized the reasons why my writing went awry.
Because it was my first time writing a book and I had no experience, I threw out all the interesting and fun parts in the early stages.
This resulted in the fact that no matter how much I wrote later, I could never reach the level of the earlier chapters.
[The beginning was packed with satisfying moments, and it touched on the psychological thresholds of both myself and the readers. However, I don't like to reuse the same joke repeatedly, so I messed it up.]
The H1N1 flu outbreak last month, in particular, completely ruined my condition, causing a precipitous drop.
I can sleep for more than 16 hours a day, and if I want, I think I can sleep for the full 24 hours.
The condition kept recurring and never fully healed; often, I would forget what I had written the day before, even if it was something I had written that day.
With 40,000 high-level subscriptions, the word count has now fallen below one million, and follow-up subscriptions are only a few hundred. This is a stark lesson for me.
To be honest, I don't think anyone's performance on Qidian (the online learning platform) has been as ridiculously bad as mine.
Some experienced writers suggested I write another book of strange tales about rules, to organize my thoughts and start over, but I didn't want to. Perhaps this is the persistence of a newcomer—unwilling to write about repetitive themes, which I myself would get tired of, and readers would get tired of reading as well.
However, even though her grades were getting worse, Xiaoyu had never missed a day of work or asked for leave in the past six months.
Even if I only get one subscriber, I will persevere and finish the book. Even if it's not good, I'm not willing to abandon it.
However, I really couldn't manage today. My flu flared up again, and I had a persistent high fever. I took some medicine and slept until 4 p.m., when I was woken up by a sharp abdominal pain, followed by dry heaving.
The doctors were amazed by my perseverance and asked me why I could endure it for so long.
[To be honest, the doctor's name is quite funny: Tang Guoqiang, medication number: 886]
Seriously, as expected of Yu, he loves to use references in his books, even a trip to the hospital is a reference.
In addition, it was my first time going to a big hospital, and I have a terrible sense of direction, so I got lost in the bustling hospital until after 8 p.m. before I finally got home.
I got a painkiller injection, a CT scan, and some medication before going home.
No need for IV drips, no need for surgery, this fisherman's nickname of "King of Hardness" is well-deserved.
I had no choice but to ask for leave. I've been taking leave once in six months, and I don't think that's excessive.
It's not about feigning misery or playing the victim.
I'm just explaining why the writing went wrong and why I'm taking leave.
The picture has been uploaded, but I don't know if it will be reviewed tonight.
The new book is currently in the drafting stage and is expected to be released by the end of the year.
The genre is roughly described as starting with a dog and relying entirely on hacking and slashing for equipment in a post-apocalyptic survival shelter.
Learn from this experience and try not to jump around too quickly; the main problem here is the character design.
Chapter 353 Wilderness Melody
Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow and also focused his attention on the night watchman of the large warehouse.
He sensed during dinner last night that this guy was definitely not weak, and now, judging from the situation, he must have guessed right.
After much deliberation, Jiang Xiao still couldn't find a suitable opportunity to make a move.
He had not received professional training, which was evident in Vice City. His control over his power was even worse than that of Mu Xitang, who fought against the legendary old woman.
Although the pink-haired girl talks a lot of sassy things, she actually puts on a very professional and convincing pose.
In comparison, Jiang Xiao relied purely on brute force, repeatedly using a set of wild, unorthodox punches. As for the peach wood sword...