Inside the attic.

Jiang Di, who was peeking from the window, kept patting his chest: "Is the reincarnation of the Ninth Elder really that scary? If you're not careful, you'll fall into a pit without even knowing how."

Kong Wu nodded, still shaken.

He clearly understood this deeply as well.

Looking at the person and the person in green in the courtyard, Kong Wu recalled that a long time ago, Wu Jiu had a long talk with Guan Zi'an alone, but he didn't know what they talked about.

It is undeniable that neither he nor Jiang Di could have kept their mouths shut as well as Guan Zi'an.

Jiang Azi, holding an egg beater, sincerely suggested, "Jiang Jiang, could you please drop the form of address? It makes our funeral home sound too much like a gangster's."

Today is the New Year, and Jiang Azi designed a set of red clothes for everyone, which is very festive.

But Jiang Di's title is not festive at all.

Jiang Di put his hands on his hips: "I won't! Also, don't call me Jiang Jiang, it doesn't sound imposing at all!"

The title "Ninth Elder" represents his recognition of Wu Jiu; no one else would understand him.

Also, he changed his name to Jiang Di not to be the younger brother of Jiang Azi, who happened to share the same surname!

Mengniang laughed and said, "You can't expect a narcissistic zombie who calls himself the Zombie Emperor to change his name."

Jiang Azi thought for a moment and said, "That's true."

The others couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.

Jiang Di, who was accused of being narcissistic, looked proud.

He caught a little monk floating in the air, munching on snacks and silently chanting Amitabha Buddha, and asked him what his name was.

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Huang Xiaoqiang huddled in a corner and admonished the four little ones and Cola: "At the beginning of their lives, demons are inherently good."

Yu Shanpiao laughed in mid-air, but his gaze fell on his brother, She Liang.

She Liangzheng earnestly advised the hedgehog curled up in his hand: "The curator said he'll cure your social anxiety."

Bai Baibai wanted to cry but had no tears.

The mountain god ate melon seeds and occasionally shared with Shuqin what he had seen and heard in Huanyun Mountain.

Shuqin touched her cane: "It will get better."

The mountain god suddenly said, "It's a pity that Lang Zongyi isn't on the New Year's Eve dinner table this year."

Shu Qin smiled knowingly: "Everything is preordained."

The mountain god glanced at Shuqin. He had always wanted to ask her why she had made herself look so old and frail, but after thinking about it, he decided not to ask a woman's age.

He was afraid he would get beaten up...

·

After the New Year.

Yan Jiu was invited to the movie theater.

On the road.

Yan Jiu, who was particularly concerned about Xiao Wang, figured out that Xiao Wang was in prison, so she decisively dialed Ma Weiwei's number.

Ma Weiwei patted her chest and guaranteed: "Xiao Wang's family members are all distant relatives. Once the forensic examination is completed, the body will definitely be handled by your funeral home."

Yan Jiu hung up, satisfied.

Then she went to check the "One Day One Suggestion" account. It wasn't that she hadn't been watching videos these days, but she hadn't had any customers. No wonder she kept chasing after Little Day.

Because her comments and posts were made before the Lunar New Year, few people remembered them after the holiday.

Yan Jiu looked at the account that had stopped broadcasting and temporarily shifted her attention to other videos.

This transfer is not a big deal.

Yan Jiu discovered a mind-blowing video—a balloon funeral that even funeral homes found incredibly novel.

Country R has a small land area, and due to severe aging, the number of deaths has increased dramatically, resulting in a lack of burial grounds.

Therefore.

Some experts have claimed they would put the ashes of the deceased into balloons, send them high into the sky, and let the balloons explode naturally.

Damn, these guys are really good at living life to the fullest.

[Crushing bones to ashes? Is this some kind of punishment for a wicked elder who committed a heinous crime?]

[It's not their fault; they lacked a sense of family, humanity, and the concept of respecting the dead. It's also my fault; I was the midwife at the time, and I forgot to have the specialists put my brain back in.]

[This is hilarious! Hahahaha!]

Yan Jiu searched for the expert through foreign media and websites and found that the other party had the same surname as Suzuki Atsuko.

System panel: [Ding!]

Inspection subject: Suzuki expert

Note: Premium customer

Mortality rate: 97%,

Time of death: After the 8th offense,

The host is advised to pay attention immediately!

System: [Suzuki, is he and that little girl from the same family?]

People who aren't family don't enter the same door.

Yan Jiu said she understood.

And I've given them my attention.

Then click into the video's comment section.

[Excellent work deserves a reward!]

[Life is like this: Whose grandma is this?]

[One day, so-and-so: Damn, this wind smells like his mother and another old man.]

Who in their right mind would imagine such a funeral!

That's why they call themselves experts!

Suddenly I understand why diamond burials are sometimes acceptable; it's better than telling my grandchildren, "Your great-grandmother was blown up in this very area."

[No, I can picture it!]

[In the future, what will "dazzle" people in R country might not be sandstorms, but also someone being too cute.]

[Is your granny gray hair color inspired by yours?]

[May you laugh and get rich!]

[Haven't washed my hair for a week, and now it looks like three old men on my head.]

[Must support!]

Because it was an external website and platform, Yan Jiu used the overseas version of Douyin, so it did not attract the attention of netizens.

Only "Suzuki experts".

Just as Suzuki Kawa finished arguing for the legitimacy of balloon burial and was relaxing by opening his phone, he discovered he had received a message from @SlowWalkNoSendOffFuneralService.

He straightened up.

"Baka yarou!"

Upon discovering it was Yan Jiu, Suzuki Kawa cursed and strode out of the room.

When passing by a half-length mirror.

The mirror reflected a fifty-year-old face.

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