This day.

bh city was shrouded in heavy rain.

It seemed as if the whole city was radiating unhappiness.

Yan Jiu is wearing a fitted black suit, her long black hair is tied into a high ponytail, she has a white flower on her chest, wearing white gloves, and holding a black umbrella.

Jiang Azi's dress today is Gothic dark style. She is holding an umbrella and standing in front of eighteen pale "people", explaining the funeral process over and over again.

Finally, I didn’t forget to do a spot check.

soon.

A hearse drives down the winding road.

After Yan Jiu repeatedly tempted her with money, the crematorium closest to Huanyun Mountain was purchased by her.

The goal is not to affect the rest of the deceased.

As for the cemetery.

Yan Jiu still needs to communicate.

Fortunately.

There is still time before the deceased is laid to rest.

She will be before this.

Completed collaboration with "His" Cemetery.

[I know funerals have to be serious, but I still want to say that Mr. Jiu in a suit has a different flavor!]

[Live streaming a funeral, that’s what the host would do. 】

[Are all these big venues owned by anchors? 】

[Whoever said that the anchor is poor, I will be the first to refuse! 】

[I don’t know if you have noticed, but unfortunately the rock climbing anchor died a few days ago. 】

[I heard that no body has been found so far.]

【...I knew this was the result!】

【Master Jiu, please let me go!】

[Rest in Peace, no offense intended.]

Different from usual.

The comments in today’s live broadcast room were too quiet.

Netizens who wanted to make fun of Yan Jiu or brag about Yan Jiu were oppressed by the environment and chose to remain silent.

The hearse stopped at the loft door.

Yan Jiu did not step forward.

Whether it is the funeral of an old man in the funeral wholesale street or the funeral of a little girl.

Yan Jiu did not participate.

Like most netizens, she experienced all the processes as a bystander.

Including Jiang Azi plastic surgery and encoffining the deceased's body, and Huang Xiaoqiang transporting the deceased's body to the crematorium hall.

[Suddenly an old saying came to mind: People, if you don’t bring them with you in life, you won’t take them with you in death.]

[In the end, the only thing that can represent that I still exist in this world is a small box.]

【The memorial ceremony will be next.】

[Before the moment of silence, I would like to say why the big brother who hosted the show looked so pale. Did he put on makeup specially to cope with the terrifying and depressing atmosphere? 】

【I didn’t even notice it unless you said it.】

[The faces of the people I sent you to are not very human, where did the anchor find the team!?]

Yan Jiu cannot see the comments.

She looked at the family members of the deceased who were crying until they fainted.

Even though she was used to seeing life and death, she still couldn't calm down. This may be due to the impermanence of life.

Yan Jiu longs for life so much.

But.

Compared with these people who have experienced the pain of separation in life and death, what is her suffering?

Before and after cremation.

Yan Jiu didn't even turn his camera on the deceased.

Instead, focus on the death certificate.

Yan Jiu walked out of the crematorium.

Act as a commentator in a corner of the hall.

It is both an explanation and a warning.

Warning to netizens and the families of the deceased.

"Don't let the deceased touch dogs or cats before the body is cremated. Never talk into the cremator during cremation."

"Before cremation, you need to use a ripper to scrape the cavity to avoid explosions during the cremation."

"The ashes of the body must be taken out with a long tube, and the parts that are not pulverized must be specially ground into powder."

"After placing it in the urn, deliver it to the family members in a timely manner. Be sure to respect the deceased."

"Remember, after leaving the crematorium, stamp your feet three times at the door before going home, and those holding umbrellas should shake their umbrellas."

【Will it be like this when I am gay in the future? 】

[Scary! I always feel like I’m in it. Am I showing signs of it? 】

[I can attest to the authenticity of these words of the anchor. Stomping has always been circulated in our village.]

【Taboo really exists? 】

[Thanks to the anchor for letting us see these.]

【What happens after that?】

Yan Jiu waited quietly.

More than forty minutes later.

When the urn with the deceased's photo on it was delivered to the family of the deceased, Yan Jiu stepped forward.

Yan Jiu said: "My condolences, the crematorium can currently store ashes. Now there are earth burials, tree burials, flower bed burials, lawn burials, sky burials, diamond burials, space burials, reef ball burials, sea burials, fireworks burials, painting burials, etc. Let's take a look.

Family choice.”

She also told the family about the traditional funeral process.

The steps of pausing for mourning, keeping vigil, flags to draw souls, and observing filial piety have gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

There are only so many legal and reasonable funeral services at present. Their funeral parlor will do its best to serve customers to satisfaction within the scope allowed by regulations.

The elderly family members looked red and swollen: "We want to choose a cemetery so that we can often visit the child and her grandfather. Does Director Yan have any recommendations for a suitable address?"

Yan Jiu pointed to Huanyun Mountain.

She first went hiking to see Feng Shui and see if Huanyun Mountain was a suitable site for a cemetery.

Family members of the elderly: "Huanyun Mountain is our hometown, but it was bought by a developer."

Yan Jiuchang said: "I am not talented, Huanyun Mountain will soon be mine, and I expect to win it within a week."

Family members of the elderly: “…”

It's not that we don't believe it.

This is simply not feasible!

But the elderly family members could not dampen Yan Jiu's enthusiasm.

They also want to bury the old man in Huanyun Mountain.

In that case, the old man will be accompanied by birds and flowers, and he will not feel lonely when the fallen leaves return to their roots.

Wait until the little girl's family.

Yan Jiu told the young couple the same words.

The mother of the little girl cried and stroked the urn: "She always dreamed of going out to play. She didn't have the chance during her lifetime, but we will do our best after her death... Once the cemetery is formed, please leave a good place for my daughter. Thank you very much.

.”

Yan Jiu nodded in agreement.
To be continued...