"Our guests have arrived!"
At that moment, a man wearing a men's apron and holding a spatula came out of the kitchen.
He learned that guests were coming to his house today, and when he heard the noise, he quickly came out.
Upon seeing this, Chen Yuan introduced, "Anchor, this is my husband, surnamed Zhuo."
"Hello, Mr. Zhuo," Bai Xi greeted him politely.
Chen Yuan said, "Honey, this is the fortune teller I often tell you about. She's the one who predicted our marriage."
Mr. Zhuo smiled and said, "It's an honor to meet you!" Then he said, "Please have a seat, I'll continue cooking, the food will be ready soon."
As he spoke, he turned and went back into the kitchen.
Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Our family usually has Aunt Wang cooking, but she had to take the day off today because of some family matters. We were originally going to eat out, but when my husband heard that we had guests coming today, he said he wanted to cook for us. He also likes to cook and enjoys researching different recipes. He's a pretty good cook, so I let him do it."
Before long, a large table of dishes was ready, and the man took off his apron and sat down at the table with Chen Yuan and Bai Xi.
The couple had a very good relationship, and Mr. Zhuo often served food to his wife during meals.
Chen Yuan felt a little embarrassed because the anchor was around.
After dinner, Bai Xi stayed there for one night and went to Chen Yuan's friend's house the next day.
Although they are friends, Chen Yuan and her family are also related.
Today is the day of mourning, and the deceased's relatives and friends have come to pay their respects. There is a significant wealth gap between the man's and woman's families.
According to Chen Yuan, she met her friend, Qiu Ran, through business negotiations. Qiu Ran is the only daughter of the Qiu Group, and her husband is a son-in-law who lives in the county town.
Since seeing her friend's body rise from the dead two days ago, Chen Yuan felt that her friend's death was not simple. Moreover, she also heard from her relatives that Qiu Ran's sudden resurrection must be due to some injustice.
At this moment, a group of elderly men and women were sitting at the banquet on the groom's side, while the guests on the bride's side, who had many rules, sat at a table on the other side.
Unlike other places where funerals are held, this place is very quiet, even a little eerie.
It seems that because of the corpse rising from the dead the night before last, they invited a group of monks to come here yesterday to perform a ritual.
Everyone was clearly very stressed today, sitting motionless at the banquet.
His gaze kept drifting to the coffin, fearing that Qiu Ran might rise from the dead again.
I heard that many people were so scared they peed their pants the night before last.
Qiu Ran's son knelt in the mourning hall, holding the memorial tablet and weeping.
Qiu Ran's husband stood and cried.
The one who cried the most was Qiu Ran's mother.
In the center of the hall stood a transparent glass coffin, with colorful lights hanging above it.
The deceased, Qiu Ran, lay inside as if asleep.
Her face seemed incomplete, as if it had been pieced together.
At this moment, Bai Xi saw a female mortician walk into the restroom. She leaned against the sink and vomited for a long time, almost throwing up her stomach.
Because the deceased had risen from the dead two days ago, the stitched-up limbs had come apart again and were scattered everywhere.
She has worked in this industry for many years and has rarely seen a corpse treated so cruelly.
She answered the phone while crying.
Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and the mortician saw a beautiful, aloof girl standing behind her.
"Hello, my name is Bai Xi. May I ask you about the deceased?"
The mortician agreed, "Okay."
...
At noon, the guests began their meal. Although Bai Xi had been brought by Chen Yuan, she still paid for the meal.
Chen Yuan stopped her, saying, "Answerer, you don't need to give anything. You represent me. You can just eat here."
Bai Xi: "I've eaten a lot, so I'd rather not."
Chen Yuan glanced at her slender figure; she didn't look like someone who ate a lot at all.
Even if someone has a big appetite, how much can a streamer's stomach really hold?
Besides, she didn't eat much at her house last night.
Chen Yuan was unaware that Lin Xinxi hadn't eaten last night because there wasn't enough food prepared.
Lin Xinxi never expected that after becoming a ghost, not only would her appetite increase, but no matter how much she ate, her stomach would never feel full.
But at the same time, she doesn't feel hungry even when she doesn't eat; she just craves food.
Chen Yuan hurriedly said it wasn't necessary, but Bai Xi still paid 10,000 yuan for the banquet.
Chen Yuan had no choice but to go with the anchor.
As dinner was approaching, the guests did not show the usual joy of a banquet.
It was broad daylight, and they thought that surely the corpses wouldn't rise from the dead in broad daylight.
So as they talked, the conversation turned to the deceased, Qiu Ran.
"Hey, who was keeping watch here the night before last? Um... did she really come back to life?"
"I…"
"And a few of us are here keeping vigil."
Do you know what happened the night before last?
An older woman said, "I don't know, but Qiu Ran's resurrection is clearly a sign of injustice."
An old man said, "The night before last, Qiu Ran suddenly sat up in the coffin and shattered the glass coffin lid."
Another older woman chimed in, "Then Qiu Ran stood up, without her feet touching the ground."
Everyone was shocked upon hearing this, their faces showing horror. "Is this for real?"
"Why would I lie to you? It's not like I'm the only one who saw it. Everyone saw it. If one person is lying, it can't be that a whole group of people are lying."
"I heard that we heard opera music the night before last. We usually don't feel anything when we listen to opera, but the opera music the night before last was eerie and terrifying. I felt a chill down my spine. It's still summer, and we didn't feel hot at all. We were shivering from the cold the night before last."
One person asked doubtfully, "But... Qiu Ran didn't sing opera when she was alive, and she didn't have a fondness for listening to opera."
"Sigh, who knows?"
"Nothing happened last night, right?"
"No, a group of monks came last night to perform a Buddhist ritual."
"Do you know how Qiu Ran's body was shattered? I just accidentally wandered into the mortician's room and saw the mortician... sewing up the corpse..."
"Stop talking!" someone quickly interrupted.
“Yeah, we’re eating right now, how are we supposed to eat if you tell us this?” the others complained.
The man could only awkwardly smile apologetically.
However, looking at the large table of meat and fish at the banquet, those who already had little appetite lost it even more.
As they gazed at the chicken, duck, fish, and meat before them, the image of the man's earlier description of a dismembered corpse flashed through their minds.
They simply put down their chopsticks and continued chatting.
However, they did not notice that the large table of meat dishes in front of them was missing a little bit of meat in each dish.
"How did she die? And why did she die so tragically?"
The person speaking was not a direct relative of the Qiu family, but a distant relative who had only arrived here early yesterday morning.
She had also heard about the incident of the corpse coming back to life the night before last, and was very curious about it.
"It seems she committed suicide by jumping off a building. Her husband said that Qiu Ran had severe depression before her death, and her condition worsened, so she jumped directly from the roof of her villa."
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