Today, someone else died.
Two figures appeared outside the funeral home; one was a Taoist priest, and the other was a madman.
"Third Uncle, we're here to perform a ritual, we can't accept such a low price!"
Shadow Two carried a backpack, complete with all sorts of props; it was unclear where he had gotten them from.
Xiaoyao nodded, indicating that he understood.
As a Taoist priest, it is perfectly reasonable for him to tell fortunes and perform rituals.
He even took the initiative to speak, saying a few simple words.
"After death, the soul cannot be preserved without special methods, rendering so-called rituals ineffective and serving more as psychological comfort to the living..."
After listening to Xiaoyao's words, Ying Er felt like he hadn't understood anything.
He only cares about one thing.
"Third Uncle, how much money are you planning to charge?"
Xiaoyao thought for a moment and gave a reasonable figure, "10 yuan?"
Shadow 2: ......
Ten yuan it is!
May Xiaoyao earn enough money for medical expenses soon, and may Master Ying escape his misery as soon as possible!
Shadow Master's eyes darted around, and he asked tentatively,
"Third Uncle, you only earn 10 yuan. I'm going to a funeral to pray for good luck. The host family should give me a little something in return, right? Can I take it?"
Xiaoyao thought for a moment and corrected, "Wailing at a funeral is unlucky."
"I know! I know!"
Second Master Ying nodded. Judging from Third Uncle's words, this was something that could be done.
Just as Master Ying was preparing to go to the master's house to ask for more money,
The Taoist priest walked to the coffin.
The coffin was only slightly thicker than paper, with electronic displays on all four sides playing various kinds of music on a loop—it was incredibly cool.
Xiaoyao glanced at the coffin and shook his head.
"Alive".
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