Chapter 351 The Curator’s Glorious Past

Again, he only said half of his words.

Jiang Xiao frowned, but it was difficult to say anything. He might not care about these rules, but ordinary people must abide by them.

Is it possible that listening to a story will drive people to death?

He is not a beast and cannot do such a thing.

However, this kid Bao Lebin is also smart, although he did not tell this "legendary story".

But Rule 1 has been mentioned many times:

[Rule 1: There are no ghosts in this world. Rumors about ghost stories in funeral homes are strictly prohibited. Violators will be fired 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 tell me, will you definitely be fired?"

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

Once he was fired, how could he be able to endure thirty kilometers in the middle of nowhere with a body similar to Zhao Wuyan's?

The curator saw Jiang Xiao's malicious gaze and immediately explained.

"I also act according to the rules. These are the rules. What can I do?"

"What if you don't follow this rule, will someone die?"

"Is this a question of death or not?"

"Then why do you have these rules about cooking? If we don't abide by them, are you going to kill us?"

"I said, this is not a question of whether to die or not!!"

"Then I also said that I will violate it. Let's see if you can drive me away today and kill me!"

"you!"

Facing the always aggressive Jiang Xiao, the curator did not answer immediately, but sighed, seemingly helpless.

"why?"

"You young people, why do you have to be curious about this and that? Don't you know that curiosity kills cats?"

"Do you know how many years I have been a funeral director? Eighty-five years, a full eighty-five years!"

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

This is it.

Jiang Xiao is counting on his fingers that he can leave after working for ten years, and there will be two employees working together at each time.

So in eighty-five years, it means a full eight changes.

"A total of 16 times? Is this the 17th time for Bao Lebin and me?"

The curator smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying that Jiang Xiao's idea was really wonderful~

"In fact, in eighty-five years, our funeral home has replaced more than 10,000 employees!"

Did I lose it? !

What's going on?

Jiang Xiao counted it carefully with his fingers. It was more than 10,000 years, if two employees were working at the same time.

That means changing employees every five days? !

What kind of weird story is this horse riding? Isn't it just a pure old man's meat grinder? !

If this was a large-scale weird story like Where Did Dad Die or Vice City, Jiang Xiao, who has a map for all the Chosen Ones, wouldn’t be so shocked.

But this is Xiaoguaitan. Each chosen one is independent. More than ten thousand people died in one Xiaoguaitan. How can it be repaid in total?

“What about the previous employees?”

"Many people, like you, are full of curiosity about everything. They all think that they are the protagonist in the movie and can unlock the secrets of the funeral home, but everything turns out to be a failure."

Everyone:.

The curator is also an honest person.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't kill you. You just need to abide by the rules. Why do you want to break this comfort zone? It's not difficult to understand that if you don't seek death, you won't die, right?"

"You didn't kill him? It was the puppy that lied!" Jiang Xiao squinted at the curator, obviously not believing what he said.

"I really didn't kill him. Isn't there a person involved beside you? You can ask him."

Jiang Xiao looked at Bao Lebin, who was hesitant, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

"It's okay. As long as it doesn't break the rules, you can tell me what you saw, lest someone think I'm harming him."

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

Yo?

Isn’t this old curator really a bad person?

But the fact that he wanted to defile the corpse was too deep in Jiang Xiao's mind, and he didn't look like a good person.

"Hey, whether you believe it or not, forget it anyway, Bao Lebin, I think you will live a long life if you are as timid as a mouse. If someone wants to die, don't worry about it. If you can persuade him, do it. If you can't persuade him, don't do it. Get yourself in."

"Are you trapped in the funeral home too?"

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

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

"So what if I'm trapped? What's the essential difference between here and other places? It's still the same. As soon as you close your eyes and open them, a day has passed. And here, there are no mortgages, car loans, etc. in life. Pressure, isn’t it wonderful?”

prison? Or a paradise?

But Jiang Xiao didn't care about these things. He just wanted to go back and redeem Sun Wei quickly to suppress the two little devils.

The goal is clear and unswerving!

This old Bangzi wanted to brainwash himself with just a few words, which was a bit too contemptuous of his willpower.

"Then call me a car and take me out of this wilderness. I think you're not a bad person, so don't force me to do anything."

"No." The curator refused directly.

"Fart! Bao Lebin told me that after ten years of service, a special car will come to pick us up!"

"Yes, didn't he tell you that he has been working for ten years, but you have only been here for the second day, right? I also follow the rules."

Ouch!

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

"Old Biden, I am a weak person and don't like to be competitive, but if you can't meet my requirements, then I will have to act according to my rules."

"Your rules?" The director was stunned for a moment, then said with a sneer: "Please note, this place is a funeral parlor, and I am the director here. You, a small employee, are you threatening me?"

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

The curator had no expression on his face, just silently looking at Jiang Xiao who was approaching gradually. His expression could not tell whether he was happy or sad.

"New here, if you have any opinions, just come to me."

At the critical moment, the night watchman, who had always been cool and talkative, stood up and stood between the two of them.

"Like you, I once offended the curator because I was good at fighting. Only later did I realize that I was wrong."

"So, you want to take the beating instead of old Bidden?"

The night watchman spread his hands: "I'm sorry, I think you misunderstood. I am here to beat you on behalf of the curator."