zombie job

Chapter 6

Although he has a certain understanding of Wu Jin's temperament, Yin Yinming sat a little further away silently seeing Wu Jin's current appearance.

Kind of embarrassing.

"Squeak."

"Squeak - quack quack quack."

"You don't know how to play the erhu, can you stop?" Yin Yuming turned to look at Wu Jin who was studying the erhu.

This erhu was stuffed by their team members, and it was used for display, not really for Wu Jin to perform in the street.

Wu Jin also looked at Yin Yinming, still fiddling with his hands, creaking non-stop: "I know this, but it doesn't look like the one I remember."

In fact, Wu Jin learned from Ji Qin, following the monk who brought him, but the appearance of this Ji Qin has changed, especially the bow.

It's normal for these things to change over the years.

Anyway, it's boring now, and Wu Jin doesn't want to wait here with Yin Tabing staring at a kid.

At this moment, even if Wu Jin was given a bottle of toilet water and asked Wu Jin to read the ingredient list, Wu Jin would still be able to read it.

Yin Yin Ming could only sit there, listening to Wu Jin's ecstatic creaking voice, suppressing his urge to beat up this zombie.

Creaking, creaking Yin Yin Ming was about to go numb, Wu Jin's voice suddenly changed.

Yin Yinming's eyelids twitched.

After the tone of his voice changed, Wu Jin stopped his hands, and let out a strange sound, as if he had finally found the touch.

Then Wu Jin's voice got rid of the hoarseness like killing a chicken and sawing wood, and the unpleasant sound that would make the ears deaf also disappeared.

The chords overflowing from the huqin are long and sad, and the tune is a minor tune...from more than 1000 years ago.

The timbre of the huqin is already desolate and majestic, and what Wu Jinla's piece expresses is also the meaning of parting.

The tunes of thousands of years ago are very different from those popular today, but there are still some things in common. Even because there are no such minor tunes now, the old stuff that Wu Jin made has become rare.

This suddenly attracted the attention of many people.

Some people gathered around, looking like they were intoxicated.There were even sentimental ones, whose lips began to tremble.

Yin Yinming couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Wu Jin's skills are really good, maybe it has something to do with his characteristics, such as that attractive face, which is a must-have ability for evil spirits to induce people to fall.

It's possible for this guy to become a decathlon in the future.

But when Wu Jin plays the erhu, the feeling of sadness is shaped by the timbre of the erhu, not from Wu Jin.

Wu Jin himself lived a ignorant life. He was sealed for 1000 years. After he was released, he did not retaliate and massacre. Instead, he was tricked to the Bureau of Abnormalities with a monthly salary of [-] yuan and five social insurances and one gold.

This zombie doesn't even know how to feel uncomfortable or resentful, and the music it pulls out is nothing more than imitation.

However, most human beings can't see through this, and Yin Yuming still saw the figure of the urban management in the crowd of onlookers.

The urban management was also very moved, holding the mobile phone, probably taking pictures, and chanted while taking pictures: "Tsk tsk, the clown is in the palace, the master is wandering."

Yin Yinming: ...it's getting more and more embarrassing.

Yin Tabing felt that he hadn't been so embarrassed in hundreds of years.

As more and more people were watching, a child went through the crowd and ran into the alley next to them.

The boy looked about ten years old, and he was still wearing a school uniform and a red scarf.

Yin Yinming glanced at Wu Jin, who was still playing the erhu in a leisurely manner.

There are so many people now that they can't keep up at all.

A thumb-sized paper man crawled out of Wu Jin's layers of clothes, and entered an alley beside Wu Jin and Yin Yinming.

Is that Wu Jin's paper doll?

Yin Yinming heard from Wu Jin's breeder that Wu Jin usually messes around with things, and it's not clear what kind of stuff this kind of paper piercing is.

Wait, since Wu Jin has paper sticks, wouldn't it be good to let Wu Jin throw a few villains in the alley at first?

There's no need for them to wait here.

Yin Yinming frowned, got up and left.

"Hey." Wu Jin hurriedly stood up and picked up all the money that everyone gave him on the ground, very quickly, "Where are we going now?"

While talking, Wu Jin clamped the erhu with his arms, and used one free hand to count the money, which totaled more than 200. The smile on Wu Jin's face became much more sincere.

Yin Yinming looked at Wu Jin and realized that Wu Jin was really happy, but he didn't realize that something was wrong: "You have that paper stick figure."

"I have." Wu Jin nodded. These were all made before he was sealed. There are so many of them. There is no problem in making them bigger or smaller. They are the carrier of Wu Jin's consciousness.

When necessary, these small paper sticks can be Wu Jin's eyes and ears, and they can empathize with Wu Jin.

He really didn't realize what was wrong. After staring at Wu Jin, Yin Taboo realized that this zombie might not have thought about it at all: "Do you think that if you throw your paper into the alley?" Let's go, so we don't have to squat here anymore?"

"It makes sense." Wu Jin suddenly realized, but he didn't feel that he was at a loss: "I got more than 200 yuan, can I earn more if I work longer?"

With that said, he wanted to go back and continue.

Yin Yinming held Wu Jin back: "Don't."

Wu Jin's physique is very strange, it seems that he will become the most eye-catching one no matter what, Yin Taboo is afraid that this guy will pull it off again and become popular on the Internet.

Wandering old artist.

"I'll go buy you a mobile phone." Yin Yinming tried to divert Yin Yinming's attention.

"Oh?!" Wu Jin was indeed attracted, "Mobile phone? How much is it?"

"It's up to you." After so many years, the only thing Yin Tabing does not lack is money.

"Go, go." Wu Jin immediately put his career as a street performer behind him.

The two found a place to remove their disguise.

They got it back in the car not far away. Wu Jin's clothes are his own, but they just changed their appearance.

Yin Yuming was different, Yin Yuming changed his clothes as a disguise.

Both were crammed into the back seat.After Yin Tabing took off his clothes, Wu Jin snorted, "You smell."

Chu Fan in the driver's seat froze when he heard this, and the other male team member in the co-pilot felt a layer of white sweat.

However, Wu Jin added another sentence at the end: "It smells very good." She said it quite seriously.

ha?The male player blinked his eyes twice, he didn't even dare to look back at Yin Yinming's face.

"You smelled it wrong." Yin Taboo put on the original suit, buttoned up to the top.

"The taste is gone now." Wu Jin felt a little regretful, he frowned and paused for a while, then suddenly thought of a question: "Can jade be eaten?"

That taste is indeed very attractive...it is appetizing.

"Aren't you afraid of broken teeth?" Yin Yinming was also a little helpless, and changed the subject, "Can you see that child now?"

"I can see it." Wu Jin nodded, "He was looking for something in the alley, but he couldn't find it."

Yin Yin Ming nodded, he glanced at the erhu next to Wu Jin, and after looking at it for a while, he suddenly said: "Your breeder taught you?"

"Yeah." Wu Jin finally realized after answering, Yin Yuming was also alive in that era, combined with Yin Yuming's expression, Wu Jin suddenly realized: "Are you homesick?"

... Yin Yinming was a little speechless: "No." More than 1000 years ago was not the time when he was born, and he was more than 2000 years older than Wu Jin. How could he be "sick of home"?

It's just that I suddenly heard the familiar ditty... more or less melancholy.

"So we are fellow villagers?" Wu Jin thought he understood.

Yin Taboo felt that Wu Jin didn't take his response seriously at all.

"They are all dead." Wu Jin rested his chin in one hand, "Leaving you alone as a widow?"

"If you don't know how to use words, you don't need to use them." Yin Yinming's face darkened.

"Oh~" Wu Jin felt that he had touched the truth, "Then have you heard the tune I played before?"

"I've heard it." Yin Yinming said, patted Chu Fan on the driver's seat ahead, and asked him to drive to a nearby mobile phone store.

"Then can you sing?" Wu Jin asked again.

Yin Tabing paused, he looked at Wu Jin with a strange look.

Just when Wu Jin was about to urge Yin Yinming, Yin Yinming lowered his eyes: "I'm singing out of tune."

"Oh." Wu Jin nodded, "Then you sing."

"Why." Yin Yinming didn't feel that he was obliged to cooperate with Wu Jin to mess around.

"Aren't you excited to meet an old friend in a foreign land?" Wu Jin was a little confused.

"First of all, this is not a foreign land. Secondly, it is not accurate to say that we are not familiar with it, and the fact that you crawled out of the ground is not within the scope of our expectations."

Yin Yinming does not follow this set of childish tricks.

Wu Jin didn't continue to ask, he supported his head and started humming to himself.

Wu Jin also sang softly when he got off the car at the place.

When buying a mobile phone, Wu Jin chose the most expensive one and was still humming.

"Can you stop for a while?" Yin Yinming was a little annoyed when he heard it, Wu Jin hummed only one song, and then repeated the single.

Wu Jin didn't even respond to him with a word, but just shook his head, still singing that song.

As for shame?Anyway, Wu Jin didn't have any psychological burden at all.

In the end, Wu Jin got a new phone, looked left and right after getting in the car, and kept talking.

Finally, when Chu Fan started driving again, there was a second voice in the car.

It was Yin Yinming's voice... as he said, it was out of tune, very badly out of tune, the kind where only two out of ten notes were in tune.

Chu Fan almost couldn't resist drawing a Z on the road with his car.

Yin Yinming also reacted.

It wasn't that Yin Taboo wanted to sing just now, it was purely because Wu Jin repeated the single too many times, Yin Taboo let down his vigilance and started humming along.

"Hey~" Wu Jin laughed, "Isn't this singing?"

For a moment, Yin Taboo really wanted to screw Wu Jin's head off.

"It's not bad at all." Wu Jin was still chattering.

Not bad?Chu Fan, who was driving, was full of question marks. Can this be called not ugly?Then there is probably no one in the world who sings really badly.

Yin Yinming reacted: "Do you think there are good songs in this world?"

"Sounds good? How does it sound good?" Wu Jin still didn't understand.

"Then what do you think a good-looking person in this world should look like?" Yin Yinming asked again.

"People all look similar." Wu Jin thought for a long time, "If one day there is a person with three eyes, it should be the most unique and beautiful."

Yin Yinming understood.

Wu Jin can't tell whether it sounds good or bad, and he can't distinguish between beauty and ugliness.

If he can find the rhythm, he must follow the gourd.

It's like Wu Jin who was able to eat before being sealed, but he couldn't tell the difference between bitterness, hotness, sourness and sweetness.

Yin Taboo looked at Wu Jin, his eyes softened a lot.

"What's wrong?" Wu Jin felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him.

"It's nothing." It's just that Yin Yuming suddenly felt that Wu Jin was much more pleasing to the eye.

This zombie is the only creature in the world who can say "It's not bad." after listening to his singing.