Ji Yu took the time to ask about this comment.

"My family in the live studio asked me to ask if you are single? Do you need a girlfriend?"

Shen Tianchen hugged himself cautiously, looking like a chaste woman and man.

"Don't have any bad thoughts, I, I have someone I like."

Shen Baizhou: When did you find someone you like? How come he doesn’t know?

Ji Yu shook his head in amusement, and when his eyes fell on the motionless corpse, the smile on his lips gradually faded.

Xu Jianlin hurried to see his wife.

"Little sister, are you okay?"

The youngest sister covered her neck and coughed, her face flushed red and she looked frightened.

"Mom, what's going on? What happened to grandma?"

The youngest sister shook her head, her voice low and hoarse, very unpleasant.

"No, I don't know, ahem."

"It's a corpse transformation, or a resurrection."

Although Shen Tianchen's strength was average and he didn't know much, coincidentally, he knew something about the matter of pretending to be dead.

"It's rare for ordinary people to resurrect after death. To be able to make an 80-year-old woman resurrect, she must have died in great pain and was holding back a lot of anger."

[Does this mean that the old lady was murdered?]

How could a paralyzed person who had suffered a stroke and couldn't even lift his hands kill himself? He was still in a pigpen. Isn't it obvious that he was murdered?

Xu Jianlin patted his thigh and looked at his wife.

"Little sister, you've been in the pigpen all day. When have you ever seen your mother?"

The youngest sister said in a hoarse voice, "I've been cleaning up the trash all day. There's just too much trash. I just heard your voices and wanted to come out to look for you, but I didn't expect someone to suddenly grab my neck from behind."

[How miserable.]

"This grandma is really something. Even when she couldn't move, my mom was by her side, taking care of her, taking care of her excrement and urine. Now she's dead and wants to pretend to be dead to harm my mom."

Xu Jianlin glared at his son.

"How can you talk to your grandma like that? You're so disrespectful."

The youngest sister looked up at her son and shook her head in disapproval: "No matter what, she's still your grandma. Besides, your grandma looks weird, ahem."

[Something's going on, something's going on. This kid seems very dissatisfied with his grandmother.]

[And I don't know if you noticed one thing, but when this guy came back, he threw a bag of spicy noodle packaging outside. It looked familiar to me. It was the Spicy Prince.]

[This must be a true love for the spicy prince, to still pay attention to this in such a situation.]

[There's a mirror behind this uncle, so everything is crystal clear.]

[Awesome, this brother is the best.]

【??? You're the one who's too picky. Your whole family is too picky.】

[Sorry, I'm a girl. My dad was in a car accident when I was a child, so my whole family is thin. I'm really thin.]

[Hahahaha, stop arguing. So from this perspective, this kid didn't even go look for grandma. Instead, he went out and had a crazy day before coming back. Wow, what a filial son!]

Xu Jianlin suddenly turned his head to look at his son beside him.

"What did you do all day today?"

"Looking for grandma."

"Looking for grandma? Then why did you buy spicy noodles? That's how you look for grandma. You little bastard, you usually don't respect your grandma, but when your grandma is in a good mood, she always saves the good things for you. You ungrateful bastard, you have no conscience."

When the youngest sister saw her son being scolded, she became unhappy and continued to yell at the top of her lungs even though her throat was sore.

"Mr. Xu, what do you mean by that? How dare you scold your son in front of others? He's tired from school, so what's wrong with you eating spicy noodles?"

"Your mother is your mother, but your son is not your son. It's just a spicy noodle. Just because of this, you conclude that your son didn't find his mother? Do you have any evidence to prove it? How can you be a father like that?"

[Oh my, I didn't expect to watch such a great ethics drama for free. ]

[A simple family of four, but with so many problems. Look, no one cares how this old man died.]

"No, why are you guys arguing? The most urgent thing is to call the police and find out the reason for the old man's death. That way, the old man's energy will dissipate and there will be no chance of him resurrecting."

Deep down, Shen Tianchen still didn't trust the corpse-suppressing talisman he had drawn.

[Wow, this whole family isn't as caring as this little brother.]

"Call the police? You can't call the police. Why would you call the police? It will only cause trouble for the family."

Xu Jianlin's son spoke unhappily, looking at his grandmother who had been lying on the ground again without him noticing, his eyes full of disgust.

[There's something wrong, definitely something wrong. Could this kid have killed his own grandmother? If it was really this kid, he'd be twelve years old.]

[It's so high, there must be something wrong. I'm just worried that the family won't investigate.]

[From a rational point of view, indeed, one is a dead mother, and the other is a son who is still growing up. Anyone with a sound mind would know which choice to make.]

Shen Tianchen, like the other viewers in the live broadcast room, believed that the child had killed his grandmother.

Xu Jianlin's heart was also beating fast, and he stood there for a long time in thought.

"He didn't kill the person."

"He didn't kill her?" Shen Tianchen spread his hands in confusion: "If he didn't kill her, then why are you joining in the fun? Your grandmother was killed, and you are still so hostile. Aren't you just looking for suspicion?"

The child snorted coldly and said angrily, "When she's in a good mood, she's arrogant and domineering. Few people in the village like her. And because of her, I can't even hold my head up in the village."

[From the looks of it, this old man must have offended quite a few people. That makes it even harder to guess who the murderer is.]

[You're all in Sister Ji Yu's livestream now. Do you really expect to solve the case on your own? Why not just ask Sister Ji Yu directly?]

[Oh, right, so, host, who killed this old man?]

Ji Yu was just about to speak when the corpse that had been lying quietly on the ground suddenly started to riot again.

Her eyes twitched involuntarily, and she held her forehead and said, "Why did they move people to the pigpen again?"

"Ahhh, what should I do?"

Shen Tianchen discovered that the corpse seemed to have even greater resentment.

It's over, it's over. He's just a half-baked person when it comes to exorcism talismans and the like.

I can use the Corpse Suppression Talisman again, it should be fine...

"Where's the pen, where's the paper, where's everything?"

Shen Tianchen frantically touched himself all over, making the people in the live broadcast room anxious.

【Oh my god, this guy is not capable. 】

[If you think it's not possible, then go ahead and do it if you can.]

[I can't do it. If I could, I would have done it long ago.]

The old man who resurrected himself for the second time became even more difficult to deal with. He slapped his son in the face and sent him flying...