Nancheng Expressway Exit.

After Zhang Fan and his group got off the train, they picked up the high-speed rail tickets they had bought in advance.

At 9 o'clock sharp, the five people got on the bus smoothly.

There were not many people in the carriage where Zhang Fan was, with the seat occupancy rate being only about 50%.

Although there were many empty seats, the passengers still sat down in an orderly manner according to their ticket seats.

However, the quiet carriage suddenly became lively because of the young man's exclamation.

"Wow! Brother Sangzang, isn't this Brother Sangzang?"

"This is the Funeral Brother, look everyone, the Funeral Brother is here!"

As the exclamation was heard, all eyes in the carriage began to converge on the young man.

After the three words "funeral brother" came out of his mouth, everyone began to follow his gaze and look at Zhang Fan who was sitting by the window.

After the short identification session, exclamations continued to be heard in the carriage.

"Damn it, this is a funeral brother!"

"How lucky am I today that I actually have the chance to ride on the same high-speed train with Brother Funeral!"

"Wuhu! With Brother Funeral here, this high-speed train will definitely be safe!"

"Really? Is there a possibility that with Brother Funeral here, this high-speed train will directly...hiss..."

"Brother Funeral, I'm your fan, give me an autograph!"

In just a moment, all the passenger seats in the train were changed.

There were seven or eight people crowded in a row on the seats in front and behind Zhang Fan and the others, and everyone wanted to have a closer look.

Zhang Fan instantly became the focus of the whole audience.

The flight attendant was also very surprised when he saw this scene.

Why are they all suddenly piled together out of nowhere? Does that place smell good?

"There are so many empty seats, but we have to squeeze in together. I really don't understand... It's so troublesome..."

The flight attendant complained and was about to persuade the passengers to return to their seats, but the next moment.

Where his eyes were focused, he saw a face he had always dreamed of.

"Funeral brother? Good guy!"

After a moment of hesitation, the flight attendant threw away the small notebook in his hand and walked quickly towards Zhang Fan.

But three seconds later, the flight attendant went back and picked up the notebook, "Mourner, sign for me!"

The passengers were talking excitedly, which caught Zhang Fan off guard because he couldn't hear them clearly.

How did a nice trip suddenly turn into a fan meeting?

Many people held pens and papers and pushed them in front of Zhang Fan's eyes and nose, asking for his autograph.

Many people even started recording videos on the spot. "Family members, who knows? I was riding a high-speed train and actually ran into a funeral director!"

"If love is long-lasting, why should we be together day and night? Brother Funeral is much more handsome in person than in the video!"

Zhang Fan thought that he would be recognized in the car, but he didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic.

It's not obvious that he has ever seen such a scene.

After signing more than a dozen names in a row, Zhang Fan said awkwardly: "Um... can everyone be quiet for a moment?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan's die-hard fans stood up immediately:

"Everyone shut up, Brother Funeral has something to say!"

"I'll kill whoever talks!"

“…”

Soon, the carriage became extremely quiet, and everyone stared at Zhang Fan intently.

Wang Kai was laughing secretly on the side, and Zhang Fan became more and more embarrassed.

I just asked you to be quiet, I didn't say I had something to say...

What the hell...what should I say?

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Fan finally managed to utter: "Good morning, everyone. Let's sit down first. It's a bit dangerous to squeeze together like this... What do you think?"

"Dangerous? I understand. Whoever doesn't do well will be in trouble!"

"Hurry, hurry, sit down!"

Zhang Fan’s die-hard fans stood up again, and the passengers suddenly realized what was going on and quickly found seats nearby.

Ten seconds later, everyone was seated and the pressure came to Zhang Fan again.

Zhang Fan gradually became anxious.

I have buried so many people, and the only ones with good social skills are those idiots in the Wind Chasing Team, they are all bragging.

I can't show off my awesomeness in front of so many fans, right?

If that doesn't work...sell the product?

Just when Zhang Fan was at a loss, a young man in front of Zhang Fan on his left suddenly turned his chair and blurted out, "Brother Sangzang, what is your dream?"

"My dream?"

Zhang Fan was worried about running out of topics to talk about, so he continued with what the young man said: "My dream... I hope that all the customers of Changhong Funeral Home will die of old age, and the funeral industry will have fewer tricks. Then the business will get better and better. That's all for now!"

"Well said!"

“Pah, pah, pah!”

As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out in the carriage.

The awkward atmosphere was eased, and unknowingly, fans started asking questions to ease the tension.

Sixty-year-old man: "Mourner brother, how many days do you think I can live?"

Zhang Fan replied: "Uncle, I see that you are in good health. It won't be a problem for you to live another 20 years."

The old man's son exclaimed: "Dad, did you hear that? Brother Funeral said you can live for at least 20 years. Just jump out of the window and try it!"

The old man frowned and said, "You rebellious son, get out!"

Everyone laughed, and the next passenger asked:

"Mourner, do you have any advice on life?"

"hiss……"

As soon as this question was asked, the carriage suddenly became quieter.

Outlook on life, this is a common topic.

But if the answerer is a funeral director, it would be completely different!

The funeral brother's advice is a complete 'guide to avoiding death'!

Listening to your words has added ten years of my life to my life.

At this moment, everyone pricked up their ears and waited quietly for Zhang Fan's reply.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Fan began to answer this very profound question:

"I think that when you are young, if you only seek to enjoy life, love, family and friends, and only know how to eat, drink and have fun, then when you are old, you will find that you..."

At this point, the passengers' faces began to become a little solemn.

It is said that people should not indulge in pleasure before the New Year and should be prepared for danger in times of peace.

If you only know how to enjoy yourself, then the ending of your life is doomed to be unhappy...

What could it be?

Hollow?

nothingness?

Full of regrets?

Or... something even more terrifying... will it directly affect your rating in the underworld?

Or, will it affect your reincarnation in the next life?

In the carriage, the sound of people gasping for air continued to be heard, and everyone was on edge.

At this time, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said, "You will find that you basically have no regrets in this life."

Zhang Fan didn't say this casually.

Funeral homes bury so many guests, and more than 85% of them died of old age or due to illness.

Zhang Fan inherited the memories of all of them, and could also sense their state of mind when they were taken away.

“Life is short, enjoy yourself while you can, you can have fun in the midst of adversity, but don’t waste your energy.”

After Zhang Fan said this, everyone present was stunned.

Of course, it was not because of the logical problems in these words, but no one expected that Zhang Fan would say this in the end. This was a bit beyond their expectations.

After hesitating for a moment, everyone came to their senses and applauded!

"Well said! It makes so much sense!"

"Eat and drink well when you are young, otherwise you won't be able to enjoy yourself when you are old. Now I regret not enjoying myself when I was young!"

"Yes, life is only a few decades long. If I have money, I will eat. If I don't have money, I will buy on credit. If I have a minor illness, I will fight it. If I have a major illness, I will just quit. It doesn't matter~"

"Damn it, I'll buy a ticket now! Next stop, Kunlun Mountain!"

"I'm absent from work. I can't even go through a day of this shitty shift!"

“…”

After the heated discussion, the passengers moved on to the next question.

…

At the same time, in Yuncheng Lao Mao Antique Shop.

Brother Hu Zi followed his father's instructions and asked a craftsman to make a "Xuanmen Palm Seal" in a one-to-one scale.

Using this as a template, today would be the first day of his search for his true self.