In the dream, he was already dead, and he became a soul watching his family hold a funeral for himself.

The pastor is very conscientious, holding a Bible and singing the praises of his life.

Suddenly, the priest standing on the stage removed his false hood.

A big bald head with a monk's robe was revealed, and the Bible turned into a wooden fish at some point.

A good funeral turned into a transcendent scene in the blink of an eye.

The nightmare scene brought Jeremy to his senses in the blink of an eye.

A pair of eyes full of innocence looked towards the source of the voice.

The bald monk was sitting beside him, knocking on the wooden fish.

Thinking back to the dream just now, Jeremy's already cold heart suddenly rose with anger.

"Stop singing!"

"Sabhasada, Nambhasada, Namavagada......"

"Stop!"

"Sampa Maha, Asida night. Suo Po He......"

In just a dozen seconds, Jeremy's whole person almost exploded.

The devil knows why this old monk's chanting is so ugly!

But words apparently didn't work for him, and Jeremy finally came up with a way to crack it after he couldn't bear it anymore.

A voice comparable to Qingqing confronted the Great Compassion Curse throughout the morgue.

"The sheepskin raft travels in the sky, and the flowers walk along the Yellow River......"

This song was learned by Jeremy from a local during another trip, and he has not forgotten it for so many years.

It's just that he wasn't born to sing, plus that indecipherable Mandarin.

To sum up, the current morgue is a whole disaster site.

The rhythm of the old monk's knocking on the wooden fish was disrupted, and he silently took a deep breath and increased the volume.

Jeremy raised an eyebrow and silently raised an octave.

Old Monk: Yo, this is an opponent?

Octave up!

Jeremy: F*** is over, isn't it?

Octave up!

Old monk: MMP, I can't shout you for a chant?

Octave up!

……

Five minutes passed, and no one near the morgue wanted to stay there for an extra minute, except for the immobile tourists.

Two high-pitched notes with incomplete pentatonic tones are better for Boss Zhang to beat than to be tortured like this.

However, there are always some tourists who have just woken up and are still confused.

At this time, hearing these two magic sounds, the whole person almost collapsed.

Who am I messing with?

A burst of irritable roars rang out, but they couldn't suppress the two impassioned tenors in the slightest.

The entire battle lasted for two Great Compassion Spells.

Eventually, Jeremy's hoarse voice was defeated.

The morning hours were extraordinarily wonderful, and many people experienced thrills that they would never have experienced in a lifetime.

But Jeremy, who was sitting near the morgue, was full of sadness.

He now understands that he can't even believe what others say in this hellish place!

The morning's lesson made it clear to him what it means to be unpredictable.

"Are we going to keep playing?"

Hansen, a big man of 1.85 meters, was stunned and his face was pale and his legs trembled.

Jeremy rubbed his swollen throat and looked hesitant.

On the one hand, it is the torture of the soul, and on the other hand, the temptation of the dango.

It's really hard to choose.

After thinking about it for a long time, Jeremy finally made up his mind.

"Chinese people often say, it's not more than three, let's have lunch and try one last time!"

The crowd around them nodded with pale faces.

No way, they have Jeremy here who can speak Chinese, what else can they do if they don't listen to him?

More than 30 people gathered around to discuss what facilities to play in the afternoon.

A voice was heard in the distance.

"There are three things in the amusement park today, so hurry up and eat!"

The little chef pulled the cart to a stop in the clearing.

Jeremy's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stood up and walked to the crowd in line.

Looking at the hot pot dishes, I was suddenly full of interest.

"I'll go grocery shopping, you find a place to wait for me."

Soon, Jetmir pushed a small cart back to the morgue.

"One hot pot table, one dish for everyone!"

After everyone was ready, Jeremy opened the hot pot that he hadn't eaten for a long time with anticipation.

The air fell silent, and I looked at the hideous human head, a pair of dead eyes.

Jeremy is full of doubts about life.

What kind of person, or rather, thing could make this food?

According to Qingqing's words, if Tang Seng came to the amusement park, he would be able to get through the eighty-one difficulties in one day.

It's a pit at a time!

Jeremy's eyes swept around the amusement park, watching many people directly hold people's heads and eat brain flowers one after another.

To be sure, this thing can be eaten.

It's hard to know if it's good or not.

Jeremy sighed as he looked at the silent allies around him.

"I'll try it first!"

Needless to say, Chef Li's skills are all about Li Yang's fat, and Boss Zhang has three meals a day in the playground.

Although the appearance is strange, the smell is naturally needless to say.

For Jeremy, a perennial hamburger steak, this taste conquers him in an instant.

"Delicious!"

Seeing Jeremy immersed in the joy of the head, several people around him also picked up the spoon and joined in the snatching.

Jeremy fumbled around the person's face and quickly found the switch.

Taking advantage of this time, he moved his gaze to other dishes.

Quickly lifted the lid on the lunch box, and ten strings of eyeballs were neatly arranged.

Along the way, there were two bloody human hands that slammed into the vision.

Jeremy's heart did not fluctuate, and the morning's experience gradually made him accustomed to the beating of society.

At the end of the sumptuous lunch, Boss Zhang looked at the ten groups of regulars in front of him with a toothpick in his mouth and smiled.

"When we are all together, we start to experience extraordinary happiness!"

Gu Chen's face was serious, and his brain kept recalling the questions he had answered.

Zhang Bei glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth were irrepressible smiles.

Want to sanction me by hollowing out the question bank?

Boy, you're thinking too much.

Zhang Bei asked Arthur to expand the question bank to 150,000 when he was designing.

And every other month, 50,000 random questions are replaced.

Even if you live in it and live until you die, you can't finish digging this question bank.

Watching a couple walk into the glass coffin, Zhang Bei's eyes were fixed on Qingqing's body.

"Do you want me to send you in?"

Yao Dong glanced at the structure inside the coffin: "I want to be on it." ”

Qingqing rolled her eyes: "Don't think!" ”

"You're too fat, I don't want to be pressed by you."

"Yao Dong !!"

Seeing that Qingqing was about to be irritable, Yao Dong's eyes for help looked at Zhang Bei.

Zhang Bei was silent for a moment: "It's good for a man to be down there, anyway, it's only a matter of a few seconds." ”

"Hey, okay."

Zhang Bei didn't help him, Yao Dong would definitely be pressed to the ground by Qingqing and rubbed on his own.

I had no choice but to accept my reality below.

Zhang Bei personally buckled the seat belts of the two of them, and kindly reminded them by the way.

"If you have a high score in the college entrance examination, try to sit on a chair and answer the questions."

Yao Dong almost laughed: "I am one point higher than her in the college entrance examination!" ”