Chapter 351: The Curator's Glorious Past

And he was only halfway there.

Jiang Xiao frowned, but he couldn't say anything, he might not care about these rules, but ordinary people definitely need to abide by them.

Could it be that listening to a story will drive people to death?

He's not a beast yet, and he can't do such a thing.

However, Bao Lebin, this kid is also smart, although he didn't tell this "legendary story".

But rule one has been repeatedly raised:

[Rule 1: There are no ghosts in this world, it is strictly forbidden to spread ghost stories about funeral homes, and violators will be dismissed immediately]

Since he has proposed this rule many times, it can be determined that the "legends" he knows must be related to "ghost stories".

"If you say it, you're bound to be fired?"

Bao Lebin nodded, and then shook his head frantically, indicating that dismissal was only a means, not an end.

Once he was dismissed, thirty kilometers in the vast wilderness, how could he be able to bear it with his figure similar to Zhao Wuyan?

Seeing Jiang Xiao's ill-intentioned gaze, the curator immediately opened his mouth to explain.

"I also follow the rules, the rules are like this, what can I do?"

"If you don't follow this rule, you'll die?"

"Is this a question of whether to die or not?"

"Then why do you have these rules for the stove? If we don't comply, you're going to kill us! ”

"I said, it's not a question of whether you die or not!!"

"Then I also said, I'm going to violate, I'll see if you can drive me away today, if you can kill me!"

"You!"

Facing Jiang Xiao, who had always been aggressive, the curator did not answer for the first time, but sighed, seemingly helpless.

"Why?"

"You young people, why do you have to be curious about this and that? Curious, don't you know about killing cats? ”

"Do you know how many years I've been a funeral director? Eighty-five years, eighty-five years! ”

"Do you know how many employees have changed during this period?"

Well, this one.

Jiang Xiao snapped his fingers, he could leave after ten years of work, and there were two employees on the job at a time.

Then eighty-five years is a full eight years of change.

"Changed 16 times? Me and Bao Lebin are the 17th time? ”

The curator shook his head with a wry smile, saying that Jiang Xiao's idea was really beautiful~

"In fact, in 85 years, our funeral home has changed more than 10,000 employees!"

I lost?!

What's going on?

Jiang Xiao counted it with his fingers, more than 10,000 years, according to the fact that two employees were on the job at the same time.

That is, a new employee every five days?!

What's the weird talk about this horse, isn't it a pure old man-type meat grinder?!

If this was a big weird talk like where Dad died or Vice City, Jiang Xiao of All the Chosen One Map would not be so shocked.

But this is a little monster talk, each chosen one is independent, and a little monster talk has died more than 10,000 times, and it adds up to it?

"What about the former employees?"

"Many people, like you, are full of curiosity about everything, thinking that they are the protagonists in the movie and can unlock the secrets of the funeral home, but they are all gone."

All:.

The curator is also an honest person.

"Don't look at me like that, people, I didn't kill you, you just need to follow the rules, why do you have to break this comfort zone? It's not difficult to understand the truth that if you don't die, you won't die, right? ”

"You didn't kill it? It's the puppy that deceives people! Jiang Xiao squinted at the curator, obviously not believing what he said.

"I really didn't kill him, isn't there a party by your side, you can ask him."

Jiang Xiao looked at Bao Lebin, who hesitated, with an expression that he wanted to say but didn't dare to say.

"It's okay, as long as you don't break the rules, you can tell what you see, lest someone think I'm hurting him."

"Brother Rong, he. He couldn't help but tell me something at the time, and then, indeed, the curator didn't do anything to him, it was Brother Rong who went crazy and ran into the wilderness.."

Yo?

Isn't this old man really a bad person?

But the fact that he wanted to defile the corpse was too deep in Jiang Xiao's mind, what kind of good person he was.

"Hey, whether you believe it or not, forget it anyway, Bao Lebin, I think you are very long-lived if you are as timid as a mouse, if someone wants to die, you don't care, if you can persuade it, don't put yourself in it if you can't persuade it."

"You're also trapped at the funeral home?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Jiang Xiao felt that there was only this possibility, otherwise it would not make sense.

The curator took a deep look at Jiang Xiao, then nodded and said.

"What about being trapped? What is the essential difference between here and elsewhere? It's not the same, as soon as the eyes are closed and opened, the day passes, and here it is. Wouldn't it be nice to not have the pressure of life such as a mortgage or car loan? ”

Jail? Or is it a paradise?

But Jiang Xiao didn't care about these things, he just wanted to go back and get Sun Wei out as soon as possible, so as to suppress those two little demons.

Be goal-oriented and unwavering!

This old man wanted to brainwash himself in just a few words, and he couldn't help but despise his willpower too much.

"Then you can call me a car to send me out of this wilderness, I don't think you're a bad person, don't force me to do it."

"Nope." The curator directly refused.

"Fart! Bao Lebin told me that after ten years of work, there will be a special car to pick us up! ”

"yes, didn't he tell you, you've been working for ten years, but you're only here for the second day, right? I also follow the rules."

Oops!

Jiang Xiao felt a toothache, and he didn't want to do something bad, but these people seemed to be pushing themselves all the time?

"Old Biden, I am a weak man and do not like to be competitive, but if you can no longer meet my demands, then I will have to do things according to my rules."

"Your rules?" The curator was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Attention, the current place is a funeral home, and I, the curator here, you are a small employee, are you threatening me?" ”

Jiang Xiao didn't answer, with a cold face, he walked step by step towards the curator who looked like a fat pig.

The curator was expressionless, just silently looking at Jiang Xiao who was approaching step by step, and his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

"New here, if you have an opinion, just come to me."

At the critical moment, the night watchman, who had always been cold and cold, stood up and stood in the middle of the two.

"Like you, I once offended the curator by relying on my ability to fight, but I realized later that I was wrong."

"So, you're going to be beaten in place of this old Bidden?"

The night watchman spread his hands: "I'm sorry, I think you misunderstood, I'm the curator. I'm going to beat you up. ”

(End of chapter)