I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 35 "The First Live Broadcast Funeral" was No.1 in history

this day.

BH City was shrouded in continuous rain.

It was as if the whole city was emitting unhappiness.

Yan Jiu was wearing a well-fitting black suit, her long black hair was tied into a high ponytail, a white flower was pinned to her chest, she was wearing white gloves, and she was holding a black umbrella.

Jiang Azi was dressed in gothic dark style today. She was standing in front of eighteen pale "people" with an umbrella, explaining the funeral process repeatedly.

At the end, I didn't forget to spot check.

soon.

A hearse pulls into a winding road.

After repeated money temptations by Yan Jiu, the crematorium closest to Huanyun Mountain was bought by her.

In order not to affect the rest of the deceased.

As for the cemetery.

Yan Jiu still needs to communicate.

Fortunately.

There is still time before the dead are laid to rest.

She will be there before.

Complete cooperation with "His" Graveyard.

[I know that the funeral must be serious, but I still want to say that Master Jiu in a suit has a special flavor! 】

[Live broadcasting a funeral, that's what the anchor would do. 】

[All the big venues belong to the anchor? 】

[Whoever says that the anchor is poor, I will be the first to refuse! 】

[I don’t know if everyone has noticed, but unfortunately the rock climbing anchor died a few days ago. 】

[I heard that no body has been found yet. 】

【...I knew this was the result! 】

【Master Jiu, please let me go! 】

[The dead rest in peace, no offense intended. 】

Different from usual.

The comments in today's live broadcast room are too quiet.

Netizens who wanted to make jokes, enjoy their mouths, and brag about Yan Jiu chose to be silent due to the oppression of the environment.

The hearse stopped at the door of the attic.

Yan Jiu didn't step forward.

Whether it is the funeral of the old man in the funeral wholesale street, or the funeral of the next little girl.

Yan Jiu didn't even participate.

Like the majority of netizens, she went through all the processes as a bystander.

Including Jiang Azi's plastic surgery and encoffining of the deceased's body, Huang Xiaoqiang transported the deceased's body to the crematorium hall.

[Suddenly thought of an old saying: People, if you don’t bring them with you when you are born, you don’t take them with you when you die. 】

[In the end, there is only a small box that can represent that I still exist in this world. 】

[The next thing is the memorial ceremony. 】

[Before the moment of silence, I would like to say why the elder brother who hosts is so pale. Did he put on special makeup for the scary and depressing atmosphere of the scene? 】

[I didn't even notice if you didn't tell me. 】

[The faces of those sent by the eighteenth party are not very human, where did the anchor find the team! ? 】

Yan Jiu couldn't see the comments.

She looked at the family members of the deceased who cried until they passed out.

Even though she is used to seeing life and death, she can't calm down in her heart. This may be the impermanence of life.

Yan Jiu is so eager for life.

but.

Compared with those who have experienced the pain of life and death, what is her suffering?
Before and after cremation.

Yan Jiu didn't even point the camera at the deceased.

Instead, aim at the death certificate.

Yan Jiu walked out of the range of the cremation furnace.

Act as a commentator in the corner of the hall.

It is both an explanation and an admonition.

Warn netizens and family members of the deceased.

"Do not let the deceased touch cats or dogs before cremation, and never speak to the cremation furnace during cremation."

"Before cremation, it is necessary to scrape the cavity with an opening knife to avoid explosion during cremation."

"The ashes of the body should be taken out with a long pipe, and the parts that are not powdered must be specially ground into powder."

"After being placed in the urn, it should be delivered to the family members in time, and the deceased must be respected."

"Remember, after leaving the crematorium, before returning home, stamp your feet three times at the door, and those who hold umbrellas should shake their umbrellas."

[Will it be the same when I am in the future? 】

【horrible!There is always a feeling of being there, am I showing signs of Ga? 】

[I can prove the authenticity of these words of the anchor, stomping has been circulating in our village. 】

[Taboo really exists? 】

【Thank the host for letting us see this. 】

[What about after that? 】

Yan Jiu waited quietly.

After more than 40 minutes.

When the urn with the photo of the deceased was delivered to the family of the deceased, Yan Jiu stepped forward.

Yan Jiu said: "My condolences, crematoriums can store ashes at present. Now there are burials in the ground, tree burials, flower bed burials, lawn burials, sky burials, diamond burials, space burials, reef ball burials, sea burials, fireworks burials, painting burials, etc. Take a look. Family Choice."

She also told the family about the traditional funeral process.

Links such as stopping the spirit, keeping the spirit, drawing the soul banner, and keeping filial piety have gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

There are only so many legal and reasonable funeral links at present, and their funeral homes will do their best to serve customers to their satisfaction within the scope of the regulations.

The family members of the old man were red and swollen eyes: "We want to choose a cemetery, so that we can often visit the child and her grandfather. Does curator Yan have a suitable address to recommend?"

Yan Jiu pointed to Huanyun Mountain.

She went to climb the mountain at first, also to check Fengshui, to see if Huanyun Mountain is suitable for the site of the cemetery.

Family members of the elderly: "Huanyun Mountain is our hometown, but it was bought by a developer."

Yan Jiu talked freely: "I'm not talented, Huanyun Mountain will be mine soon, and I expect to win it within a week."

Family members of the elderly: "..."

It's not that we don't believe it.

It's not feasible at all!

But the family members of the elderly are not good at dampening Yan Jiu's enthusiasm.

They also wanted to bury the old man in Huanyun Mountain.

In that case, the old man will be accompanied by the singing of birds and flowers, and he will not feel lonely when the fallen leaves return to their roots.

Wait until the little girl's family members.

Yan Jiu said the same thing to the young couple.

The little girl's mother cried and stroked the urn: "She always dreamed of being able to go out to play. There was no chance in life, and we will do our best after death... Once the cemetery is formed, please leave a good place for my daughter, thank you very much .”

Yan Jiu nodded in response.

Then look at the little girl's mother's legs.

While watching the little girl's family leave, she reached out and stopped the little girl Yin Ling who wanted to follow.

The little girl Yin Ling's pale face was full of disbelief: "Can pretty sister see me?"

Yan Jiu only said: "It's impossible for strangers to contact you for a long time. If it's light, you'll get sick, and if it's serious, you won't be able to afford it."

The little girl Yin Ling hugged the doll pitifully, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​following.

She lowered her head.

Crying face.

Yan Jiu gently pushed the little girl's ghost, pushing her towards the reincarnation path: "You have your own way to go."

Before the little girl Yin Ling left, she raised her head and said, "Sister, can I still see my parents and brother?"

Look into those passionate eyes.

Yan Jiu couldn't bear to cheat.

She looks away.

Yan Jiu only said: "We will meet each other if we are destined."

The little girl Yin Ling smiled.

She believed in Yan Jiu.

He waved at Yan Jiu.

Looking forward to seeing my family for the last time.

Yin Ling stepped into the path she should go.

Yan Jiu didn't tell the little girl Yin Ling that the second half of the sentence that they will meet each other by fate is "goodbye is already a stranger".

She looked at the mountains shrouded in mist in the distance.

There is also melancholy in my heart.

Where in the world is her senior brother, but will she still remember her?
Fate tricks people, she can judge anyone's fate, but she can't judge the fate of her and her senior brother.

Even though Yan Jiu could control everything in his hands, he couldn't control those forces to find her senior brother.

this moment.

Yan Jiu's eyes were dark and dull.

Her expression was sickly cold, like a faceless mask that trapped all emotions.

Only one person can pull her thoughts.

pity.

That person was not there.

System: [Host, do you want to start preparing for the list of "Five-Star Detectives" now? 】

Yan Jiu slowly recovered.

She raised her hand to caress her frowning eyebrows.

"No rush, no rush."

She seemed to be answering the words of the system.

It also seems to be hinting to himself.

Looking for senior brother, don't worry.

(End of this chapter)