System panel: [Ding!]
Target of inspection: Funeral wholesalers
Note: Targeted customers
Mortality rate: 100%
Time of death: After the 9th heart attack.
The host is advised to pay attention immediately!
System: [Morality rate 100%? Warnings are useless, it's coming, it's coming, the hope of the first order is taking its first small steps~]
Yan Jiu looked at the stunned old man.
She could have taken out her phone and coaxed the elderly man into adding her as a friend, thus achieving her goal of following him online.
But she didn't do that.
Instead, tell the other party about the situation first.
She hoped that the other person would have no regrets in their lifetime.
But before the old man could speak...
The woman arranging the goods was the first to lose her temper. She angrily said, "Old man Qi is perfectly fine, why are you cursing him, young lady? We're not doing business with your family anymore!"
[Why is the streamer cursing someone to die for no reason? Their business is ruined now, they should apologize immediately.]
[Expressionless.jpg, this anchorwoman will be ruined sooner or later by her loose tongue.]
Am I the only one who finds this slightly unsettling upon closer examination?
[Old man: Don't come any closer!]
Yan Jiu did not speak.
She kept her eyes fixed on the old man.
Old Qi's frail figure was filled with an aura of death.
He lived a very long time, long enough to witness the passing of his wife and the deaths of his relatives and friends.
People often have premonitions when they are about to die.
Old Qi glanced in Yan Jiu's direction.
Yan Jiu stood with her back to the light.
Her black eyes were like inorganic glass, indifferent yet incredibly reassuring.
He seemed to see the underworld deities coming to take him away.
He inexplicably believed it.
Old Qi has been handling other people's funeral arrangements for many years.
Having witnessed countless deaths, he felt no fear or panic upon hearing his own death, only a slight sense of regret.
It seems to be influenced by Yan Jiu's emotions.
Old Qi suddenly relaxed and asked with relief, "Then how much time do I have left?"
The woman was speechless for a moment.
She glanced at her seemingly unperturbed old neighbor.
Then she glanced at the completely calm Yan Jiu.
I really don't understand why this is happening!
Yan Jiu made a peace sign at the old man.
Old Qi looked around hurriedly.
But he didn't find any paper or pen. He suddenly noticed Yan Jiu's phone, which was broadcasting live.
He thought of what his granddaughter had told him.
In today's technological age, communication between people no longer needs to be limited to letters.
But he was stupid.
I can't learn how to use those high-tech gadgets.
Old Qi addressed him respectfully and said sincerely, "I would like to ask you for a favor."
Yan Jiu nodded: "This is a live broadcast, your relatives far away can see it, so feel free to say anything."
Old Qi breathed a sigh of relief and began to ramble on, "I'm 76 this year, long enough, and I have no regrets in this life. My son and daughter have happy families, so I'm at ease. The only thing I'm worried about is my granddaughter, who's over 30 and still unmarried..."
He paused for a moment.
Old Qi waved his hand: "Don't be too sad when you hear the news of my death. I'm actually very happy. I can finally go to find your mother."
As he spoke.
He took out a yellowed old photograph from his pocket.
The photo shows a kind old lady wearing a unique gray-blue cheongsam.
Old Qi stroked his wife, who had passed away many years ago, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Why are my eyes a little wet? I think I'm seeing my grandfather. Although old people are generally stubborn, they really care about us.
I'm also a staunch advocate of remaining single, and I've always hoped my family could understand me. But if I make them worry about me until the very end... I'm starting to doubt the meaning of my decision.
True family won't force you to pursue happiness.
The love stories of the older generation are the most touching.
[It's so heartbreaking, is the old man really going to die?]
Two minutes passed quickly.
Old Qi, who was bowing his head, suddenly collapsed to the ground.
He clutched his throbbing heart.
Breathing became difficult, but she held onto the photo tightly, refusing to let go.
The older woman and the others rushed over in a panic.
But it was too late.
Left heart failure, beyond medical help.
Yan Jiu did not film the old man's death, but instead pointed the camera at the cloudless sky.
She didn't quite understand this feeling of sadness.
The old man didn't just disappear after he died, so why are there so many comments like "I'm crying so hard"?
Yan Jiu looked at the bewildered soul of the old man.
In places where others cannot see.
Yan Jiu nodded to the person.
Old Qi was both shocked and frightened.
Now, when he looks at Yan Jiu, countless fears surge from the depths of his soul, as if Yan Jiu were a more terrifying being than a fierce demon.
Yan Jiu snapped his fingers.
A vortex, invisible to ordinary people, appeared in the air above the ground. The vortex gradually formed an ominous gate, pitch black and adorned with gilded runes—the gateway to the underworld.
Old Qi rubbed his eyes.
He thought he saw his wife, who had died many years ago, behind the door. Was it just his imagination?
soon.
He understood why.
Old Qi bowed respectfully to Yan Jiu.
Then he quickly walked towards the old lady at the entrance of the passage.
When Yan Jiu opened the passage for the old man, she turned off the live stream early to avoid being noticed by other members of the Xuanmen sect. At this moment, she was idly spacing out.
The death of an elderly man.
The noise filled the area.
Yan Jiu stood with his hands behind his back.
Alone, away from the noise.
System: [Why doesn't the host take this opportunity to have that person place an order with us?]
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