Starry Sky, I can hear their secrets

Sambo laughed and said, "The heartbeat, breathing, and pulse have all completely stopped."

"Besides, I can't feel any life from her."

Su Jinyan pried open Huahuo's warm lips and roughly inserted two fingers into them, stirring them.

"Look, the inside of your mouth is still warm."

Sambo spread his hands and said, "What does this prove?"

Hanabi: “?”

Stop it, you bastard, what do you want to do?

Su Jinyan thought: "It's still possible to do it while it's hot."

Hanabi: “?”

You can even think of such a thing, are you still human?

Xiao Suzi shouldn't be so shameless, right?

Sang Bo's eyes changed drastically when he looked at Su Jinyan, and he took several steps back in shock.

This is so scary. Does this kid Su Jinyan have no bottom line?

He was even considering whether or not to draw a clear line between himself and Su Jinyan.

Su Jinyan calmly withdrew his fingers, took out a handkerchief and wiped Hua Huo's saliva.

"I was just kidding you, are you really that scared?"

Sambo complained, "Hey, man, don't make jokes like that."

Su Jinyan suddenly found that Old Sangbo was quite honest and knew how to abide by the bottom line just like him.

Sangbo is right, the dead are the greatest. She is dead now, there is no need to insult her anymore.

Su Jinyan said in a deep voice: "No matter what, the dead are the greatest."

"Since we are both Masked Fools, I plan to give her a funeral that is worthy of her status."

Sambo's eyes became sharp: "You want to have a grand funeral."

"And then invite many guests and collect a lot of money?"

Su Jinyan smiled and said, "You still understand me. This is called 'waste utilization'."

Hanabi: “…”

Sambo rubbed two fingers together and accused with anger:

"Hey man, what does 'waste utilization' mean?"

"You are going too far! How can you slander a dead person like this?"

Su Jinyan glanced at him and said, "It's a 50-50 split for the hush money."

Sambo smiled happily: "That's right, uncle, that's the way to do it."

"Her death is worthy of half a day of suspension of work and commemoration for the entire Luofu."

Su Jinyan shook his head slightly, a little disgusted: "Half a day is an exaggeration, I said it was a waste utilization."

"It would be nice to be able to squeeze a few more credits out of this guy."

You take advantage of others and then look down on them. You are really not cute at all!

Hua Huo gritted her teeth. If she was able to move, she would have jumped up and argued with Su Jinyan.

Sambo pondered: "That's true, but you need an identity to hold a funeral, right?"

"You're saying this guy is a fool who enjoys fanning the flames."

"It's good enough if others don't spit on you."

Su Jinyan was extremely sad: "Yes, she is my distant cousin Hua Huo."

"She came all the way to see me, but she died at the hands of the Masked Fool."

Having said this, Su Jinyan suddenly lay on Hua Huo's chest and rubbed it, shedding two lines of tears.

"Wow, cousin, you died so miserably, cousin~"

Get your face away from me, you bastard.

You're taking advantage of a dead person. Don't you think that's a bit too much?

Su Jinyan looked back in astonishment: "It seems quite interesting. I think we can have a go before the burial."

Hanabi: “?”

Sambo couldn't hold it in any longer: "That's enough."

......

Under Su Jinyan's instructions, the Jin people's soul-collecting agents quickly took action with great efficiency.

Soon, he decorated the You Mansion into a mourning hall for Hua Huo.

There is a elegiac couplet hanging in front of the mourning hall: I still remember the cheerful words of the past and your noble demeanor, but your kind face is gone now, leaving only the slanting shadow of the plum blossom.

A photo of Huo Huo was hung high in the mourning hall. In the photo, Huo Huo was cute and lovely, her voice and smile were still there.

As a fellow fool, Su Jinyan respects Hua Huo very much.

In order to let Hanabi go without pain and leave this world with laughter.

Su Jinyan decided to hold the funeral in a grand manner.

He invited many guests, not only relatives and friends on the immortal boat Luofu, but also the Star Core Hunters.

This is definitely not done to collect more gift money.

There is no such thing as a funeral in the customs of the Xianzhou people.

They will only be taken back to the underworld by the messengers of the Ten Kings and be destroyed when their time is up and they are about to fall into the devil's body.

Su Jinyan once suspected that Hua Huo was pretending to be dead.

So he decided to test how patient Hanabi could be.

If possible, it would be best to recruit Hanabi, the Masked Fool, as one of my own.

Huo Huo ran over breathlessly: "Um, um, Lord Su."

"I have already bought the limited edition soda soy milk stinky tofu flavor you asked me to buy."

"But I only bought three bottles..."

Su Jinyan rubbed Huo Huo's fox ears: "That's enough, thank you Huo Huo."

Huo Huo pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

After hesitating for a moment, Huo Huo finally spoke to comfort him, "Master Su."

Su Jinyan took the soda bean juice and said, "Call me uncle."

Huo Huo changed the topic obediently: "Uncle Su..."

"The dead cannot be resurrected, so don't be too sad."

Su Jinyan slowly turned his back, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

After a while, Su Jinyan said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, Huo Huo."

Huo Huo's little face was filled with sadness.

It seems that the woman in the coffin is really important to Uncle Su.

I heard that it was his distant cousin Hua Huo, who had finally come to Luofu to visit her relatives, and then such a tragedy happened.

Wei La said suspiciously, "Huo Huo, why do I feel like that guy is trying to hold back his laughter?"

Huo Huo angrily scolded: "Tail, don't slander Master Su like this."

"He always brings laughter to us, but keeps sadness for himself."

"Alas, I don't know why, but seeing Uncle Su like this, I feel a little distressed..."

Tail said dissatisfiedly: "Tsk, you little fool, I feel like he is just trying to hold back his laughter."

Su Jinyan walked to the coffin, suppressed his smile, and unscrewed the cap of the soda soy milk bottle.

"Cousin, this is the Xianzhou specialty that you loved to drink when you were alive - soda bean juice."

"Originally, my cousin wanted to make it for you, but he was afraid that you wouldn't be able to taste it."

"I'll just give it to you, my lovely cousin. Have a safe journey."

No, Xiao Suzi, you will be punished for doing this!

Get up, my body, get up quickly.

Damn God of Fun, what have you done?

In front of Su Jinyan, struggling would be futile.

What's more, Hua Huo couldn't move now, and couldn't even struggle, so she could only be slaughtered.

Su Jinyan roughly pried open Hua Huo's rosy lips.

A bottle of soda bean juice was poured into her mouth.

Soda bean juice, made from fermented soy products, has a pungent sour smell, but is refreshing and delicious. It is truly something you will want to drink again after you have drunk it.

Su Jinyan looked gentle as he wiped the corner of Hua Huo's mouth.

"Dear cousin, do you want to drink more?"

No, I really don’t want to drink, please let me go!

Hanabi is weak, pitiful and helpless.

At this moment, she hated the fact that she had taste buds, the taste receptors.

The sour and smelly soda bean juice spread between her lips and teeth like swill.

Woohoo, this enemy will definitely be avenged.

Su Jinyan sighed: "That's right, you can't speak anymore."

"Let me feed you the remaining two bottles of soda bean juice."

Hanabi: “?”

Gudonggudonggudong——

Two more bottles of soda bean juice were poured in.

Old Sangbo was a little curious: "Family, is this soda bean juice delicious?"

Su Jinyan glanced at the remaining soda soy milk in the bottle.

"How about you try it?"

While Old Sangbo was not prepared, Su Jinyan decisively poured the remaining soda bean juice into his mouth.

Sambo pinched his neck, his face was pale, and he kept retching.

"Ugh, is this something a human can actually drink?"

Seeing Sangbo's dramatic reaction, Su Jinyan felt relieved, thinking that Hua Huo was probably really dead.

If she can endure this, then I really admire her perseverance.

Not long after, guests arrived one after another and observed a moment of silence for Su Jinyan's deceased cousin Hua Huo.

Su Jinyan stood in front of the mourning hall and bowed deeply to the guests present.

"Everyone, thank you so much for coming to my cousin's funeral today."

"My cousin loved crowds when she was alive. She must be very happy to have so many people here."

Sambo held Hua Huo's photo and mourned silently.

In front of so many people, he was really afraid that he would laugh out loud.

Silver Wolf asked, "Kafka, do you know her? When did Ayan get a cousin?"