Looking at the 'Third Master' rolling in front of his feet, Qi Tianlong quickly held his breath, as if he was under great psychological pressure.

After a long while, Qi Tianlong said in a trembling voice:

"Three, three... Master..."

"You... no... you're not going to quack, are you?"

"Third Master?"

“…”

Seeing that the Third Master had no reaction, Qi Tianlong became even more panicked.

This is so fucking… Third Master seems to be really cold…

It's a desolate mountain and there's black fog all around. Can I still get out?

After a moment's pause, Qi Tianlong suppressed his inner fear and pulled out a crowbar from the coffin cart.

"Third Master?"

He used a crowbar to gently poke the Third Master's head.

No response.

Seeing this, Qi Tianlong breathed a sigh of relief and used a crowbar to pull the straw man's head over little by little.

He wanted to try and see if removing the yellow paper at the back would dissipate the surrounding black fog.

A moment later, a straw man's head appeared in Qi Tianlong's hand.

He couldn't wait to turn around and tear off the yellow paper behind the straw man's forehead.

When he looked at Third Master again, Third Master's head was hanging in front of him again!

Cheek to cheek, just three millimeters apart.

"ah!"

Qi Tianlong was shocked for a moment and subconsciously threw away the straw man in his hand.

As luck would have it, the straw man fell into a coffin nearby.

The next second, "Master San" perfectly replicated the arc of the straw man's flight and fell in as well.

Seeing this scene, Qi Tianlong was stunned.

Then I realized that the Third Master would move with the straw man.

“Huff…”

At the moment when the Third Master and the straw man entered, a strong wind suddenly blew around them.

The black fog in the cemetery began to spread everywhere.

Qi Tianlong was afraid of being blown away, so he quickly leaned on the mouth of the coffin, trembling with his eyes closed.

After an unknown amount of time, the surroundings became quiet and Qi Tianlong slowly opened his eyes.

Looking around, where is the black fog?

Not only did the black fog disappear, but even the nearby trees disappeared.

Looking in front of him, except for the coffin and the corpse of the Third Master, everything was pitch black.

After being stunned for a moment, Qi Tianlong mustered up the courage to stand up. The entire Area C of Heyun Cemetery had still become a death zone!

There is not a single monument, not a single tree.

Fortunately, the funeral car that came here was still parked in front, but the body that was used by "Third Master" just now could no longer be found.

"What's going on here?"

Qi Tianlong couldn't believe what he saw.

The Third Master just cast a spell. Could the target of the spell be the cemetery?

How should he explain to his customers what has happened?

After sitting there for more than half an hour, Qi Tianlong suddenly murmured:

"It's on fire... Tonight, it must be on fire!"

"Yes, it's on fire!"

After coming to his senses, Qi Tianlong walked towards the body of the Third Master and put him into the coffin.

“Ka-ka-ka~”

After closing the coffin, Qi Tianlong began to hammer in the coffin nails one by one.

Our customer is holding a funeral tomorrow and the filial son will definitely carry the coffin. The weight of one less person will be easily noticed.

Let the Third Master take the place of...the customer's ancestors.

A fire in a cemetery is already devastating enough to damage the reputation of a funeral home.

If it is discovered again that a funeral home destroys the bodies of the deceased without permission, there will be no future for them.

Although he no longer had the great god like San Ye, he was able to get his business going after all.

If we do the funeral properly in the future, it won’t be too bad.

It is easier to invite a god than to send him away. Indeed, Tianlong Funeral’s success today is inseparable from the help of the Third Master.

But now, although his business is growing bigger and bigger, he cannot escape the clutches of the Third Master no matter what.

Today... God is helping me!

After thinking this through, Qi Tianlong gradually calmed down.

He sealed the coffin completely, and then took great pains to move the coffin back into the car.

Sitting in the car, Qi Tianlong was breathing heavily.

After resting for more than ten minutes, he felt that it was too risky to go this way.

So he took out a barrel from the trunk and slowly pumped a large bucket of gasoline from the car.

Ran to area B and lit a small fire.

"Hello, is this the fire department? There's a fire at Heyun Cemetery."

"Yes, it's the one from Heyun Mountain."

"It must have been on fire for several hours. There is a problem with our fire protection system. Please come over."

With such a lame excuse, Qi Tianlong didn't know if he could get away with it.

But in his opinion, Heyun Cemetery is located in a wasteland and his family is the only one that has surveillance equipment.

If you can make it out of nothing, that would be the best. If not, then ask an expert what the circumstances would cause a cemetery to become like this within ten minutes.

…

Twelve o'clock.

Qi Tianlong parked the hearse at the funeral home's parking space, went back to the store to find some tools, and "repaired" the coffin.

At one o'clock, Qi Tianlong dragged his tired body back home.

Although he was very tired, Qi Tianlong didn't dare to sleep.

What he was holding in his hand at this time was the Third Master's cell phone.

He thought carefully about what happened tonight and felt that it was very likely that Changhong was making another effort.

In order to prevent himself from being affected, he decided to announce the news of the Third Master's death.

Fortunately, this old bastard San Ye doesn’t know how to use a smartphone.

Over the years, Qi Tianlong has been helping with mobile phone operations, and he remembers the password of the Third Master's phone.

Ten minutes later, a work was updated under San Ye’s account.

"Hello everyone, I'm sorry to bother you this evening, but I have some sad news to share with you."

"I am the cousin of Master San. What happened during the day must have caused a lot of panic among everyone. Don't be afraid. There is no such thing as black magic in the world. My cousin Master San is actually a mental patient."

"Just tonight, he jumped into the river and drowned. His body has been found. I apologize on his behalf for his inappropriate comments online."

“…”

This work is a screenshot of a memo. Qi Tianlong did not show his face because he didn't dare to.

After the work was successfully uploaded, Qi Tianlong paid out of his own pocket to buy a lot of Doujia for the Third Master.

Although it was late at night, there were still quite a few netizens surfing the Internet, especially those who liked weird things.

With the support of Doujia, the video was seen by more and more netizens.

Netizens also expressed great regret for the death of San Ye:

【Good death! 】

[Mourner brother did a great job, letting him deceive the public! ]

[No, it’s over now, it’s over now? ]

[Wow... I thought he was so awesome, but it turns out he couldn't even last a single round! ]

[What about the fight? You took off your pants and let me see this? ]

[No, Brother Sangzang didn’t even follow me this time. ]

【……】

…

The next morning.

Zhang Fan arrived at the funeral home at around 8:20 as usual.

There are not many orders today, so Wang Kai and Li Xiaohui are both slacking off in the store.

Zhang Fan looked around and asked in confusion, "Where's Brother Yong? Is he out?"

"Boss, have you forgotten? Brother Yong said yesterday that we should go home and burn paper today." Li Xiaohui reminded.

"Ahh, I forgot."

Zhang Fan nodded. Zhao Yong did not ask for leave in person, so maybe he sent a message, but he did not read it.

"Give me some contracts, and I'll prepare them for Zhao Feng."

"OK."

After getting about thirty contracts from the front desk, Zhang Fan touched a pen from Li Xiaohui.

“Swish, swish, swish~”

Zhang Fan wrote furiously, and Wang Kai joked:

"Boss, you don't plan to let any of these archaeologists go?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Fan said in confusion, "This is a funeral contract, not a book of life and death. Besides, what does it have to do with the archaeological team?"

"Who else could Zhao Feng's friends and colleagues be except those outsourced members of the archaeological team?" Wang Kai asked in return.

"That's true." Zhang Fan said as he wrote, "But I'm just delivering a few contracts. It won't have much impact. Besides, this is what they asked for."

"I promised it last night. I can't go back on my word, can I?"

"That's true." Wang Kai nodded and said, "You are really a good and competent boss."

"By the way, boss, I was attacked last night. Can I report it as a work injury?"

"A sneak attack?" Zhang Fan frowned slightly and asked seriously, "Did the Third Master attack you? Are you injured?"

Wang Kai said seriously: "I'm not injured, but I feel insulted!"

"oh?"

Zhang Fan subconsciously glanced at Wang Kai's butt and consoled him, "It's okay. I'll praise you more when I have time."

"cut……"

Soon, Zhang Fan signed the contract and gave it to Li Xiaohui to sort out.

Zhang Fan signed thirty of the agreed twenty-three copies, and regarded the extra as gifts.

After signing the contract, Zhang Fan got up and returned to the office.

A good day starts with watching short videos.

Just like yesterday, what Zhang Fan saw were still some niche and curious videos.

After watching more than a dozen videos, Zhang Fan rarely saw a picture.

After taking a quick glance, Zhang Fan wanted to row away.

However, the number of comments and reposts on this video forced Zhang Fan to keep watching.

This piece of work is the news of San Ye’s death.

"Oh? It's the Third Master. Has it arrived yet?"

"A mental patient jumping into a river? This is not the same as what the system suggests..."

"This cousin is not very honest."

"Huh? I forgot to follow you."

On Sanye’s homepage, Zhang Fan discovered that the follow button was still on.

So raising your hand means attention.

I don't mean anything else, I just don't want to cause panic among netizens.

If this gets passed around to netizens, it will definitely turn into 'Now if the funeral brother makes a comment, he will get slapped.'

After clicking the follow button, Zhang Fan returned to the homepage and looked at his background data.

With over 60 million fans, he is probably ranked high on the list of Internet celebrities.

As usual, Zhang Fan glanced at the private message area.

"Brother Sangzang, the Third Master has already died, why are you paying attention to him again? Don't you even give him a chance to reincarnate?"

"Brother Sangzang, what happened to the Third Master?"

"Brother Sangzang, isn't there a video of you two exchanging skills?"

"Brother Sangzang, was the Third Master killed by lightning?"

“…”

Fans are all asking about the cause of San Ye’s death.

"How would I know? Didn't the family say he jumped into the river?"

Muttering something, Zhang Fan returned to the homepage and continued to scroll down.

…