I Own a Funeral Home: Live Stream Following Other Streamers and Shock the Entire Internet! Chapter 76

Published at 14th of November 2023 05:20:43 AM

Chapter 76: Fortune-telling Once, Reduce Ten Years of Lifespan.

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio     Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“I'm telling you, Qi Yuqiang, you better not scare me! Is that funeral director really so ominous?”

Sister Zhou's father, who was slightly tipsy, was now completely sober and alert.

If what his friend said was true, the situation could be really bad!

“I cannot reveal the specific details of this funeral director, but I can tell you that the information available online is somewhat reserved.'

“In other words, what you see is only the tip of the iceberg!”

“Anyway… this director is quite eerie. I came here to make contact with him, but I'm still in the observation phase.”

“At the moment, this Brother Dao is not only following your daughter Shuyi but also another super-rich ex-CEO from Qianhong Group!”

“Based on the information I've gathered, that elderly CEO might not have much time left.

Clang!

Sister Zhou's father dropped his chopsticks onto the table, his eyes filled with shock.

Qianhong Group's ex-CEO? That man was definitely not short on money!

What did that mean?

It meant that Brother Dao wasn't after money!

Seeing the expression on Sister Zhou's father's face, Qi Yuqiang sighed and shook his head.

He couldn't offer much help in this matter.

There was nothing he could do at the moment. He couldn't directly contact Li Yidao until they confirmed whether his attention was malicious or not. They couldn't risk alerting him prematurely.

“Brother Qi… are you saying this might just be a coincidence? That this Brother

Dao is just a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse? I…”

Qi Yuqiang smiled bitterly and shook his head, “Brother Zhou, this is no coincidence, I can guarantee you that much. At the moment, I'm actually breaking the rules by sharing this with you.”

“Go and find this director, try to make contact with him. Based on my observations, all those who were followed by him and received his messages seem to have a slim chance of survival.'

“As for how to handle this… it's up to you. I really want to take action, but for now, I can't get involved…”

Qi Yuqiang's face showed his helplessness. He had watched Zhou's daughter grow up. It pained him not to be able to interfere, and it was even more heart-wrenching!

He poured himself another drink, ignoring Sister Zhou's father's dazed state, and downed it in one gulp.

It was unclear how much time passed, but Sister Zhou's father finally snapped out of his trance.

He wasn't clear-headed. His eyes were now filled with madness!

Crimson bloodshot veins in his eyes represented the torment within his heart.

He snatched the wine bottle from Qi Yuqiang's hand, poured himself a glass, and downed it in one go.

“Haha!”

“No one can take my daughter away, no matter who they are! Even if the Grim

Reaper comes, I'll rip his scythe away!”

“I'm leaving, Qi Yuqiang! I have to go back and figure out a plan.”

“If… if you have any information or ideas, you must inform me immediately!”

Qi Yuqiang nodded solemnly.

“Brother Zhou, you know me. Don't worry.”

The meeting between the two ended in such a strange atmosphere.

Sister Zhou's father hurriedly rushed back home, intending to discuss the specific situation with his wife.

But as soon as he arrived home, he discovered that his wife wasn't there?

He quickly called her to inquire about her whereabouts.

“What? You went to play mahjong! Playing mahjong this late at night, come back immediately, we have an emergency!”

Sister Zhou's father was furious. How could his wife go out to play mahjong when their daughter was in this situation?

Sister Zhou's mother had a habit of playing mahjong all night, and the people she played with were also mothers of big streamers, similar to Sister Zhou.

They were either mothers of some celebrities, who had plenty of free time and didn't lack money.

But when Sister Zhou's father called her, Sister Zhou's mother seemed impatient on the phone.

“Oh, stop nagging. You come back early from drinking, and now you want to control me? If there's something, talk about it tomorrow. Hang up… I'm going to make a fortune!”

After replying, Sister Zhou's mother hung up the phone.

Sister Zhou's father was so angry that fire nearly came out of his nose.

He called back again.

The call was directly hung up!

He tried again!

Now the phone was turned off!

“Snap!” Sister Zhou's father angrily threw his phone to the ground.

Sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, he looked at the shattered phone on the floor, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness…

He made up his mind. Tomorrow, he would first go and find Zhang Chaoyang to inquire thoroughly.

Then, he would directly seek out that funeral director!

Regardless of whether he had to plead or whatever, he must make the director unfollow his daughter!

As for his wife, there was nothing he could do now. He could only wait for her to come back tomorrow and discuss the situation together…

The next day, Sister Zhou's mother had indeed played mahjong all night.

Early the next morning, despite having big dark circles under her eyes, she went straight to Zhou's hotel.

She had no choice. Her precious daughter had called early in the morning.

Even if she was unwilling, she had to come. Perhaps Sister Zhou's mother had a somewhat difficult personality, but she loved her daughter very much.

At the same time, Sister Zhou also had dark circles under her eyes.

She had hardly slept all night, but unlike her mother, who went to play mahjong, Sister Zhou had a battle with insomnia.

Countless nightmares plagued her every time she closed her eyes, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

That was why she was in this state now.

With Sister Zhou's mother's arrival, the three of them decided to visit the temple on the mountain.

They would seek advice from the Abbot, get an amulet for safety, and at least make Sister Zhou feel more at ease.

The reason they wanted to go to the temple for an amulet was precisely because Sister Zhou's mother was a devout Buddhist believer. There were even a few specially invited Buddha statues at home.

The three of them soon arrived at the temple.

Sister Zhou's mother knew the way well and quickly found a young monk who seemed to be guarding the temple's entrance.

After all, it was impossible to see the Abbot of a temple casually. Having someone guard and deliver the message was normal.

“Please, young master, could you inform the Abbot that Yang Jing is here to seek an audience,” Sister Zhou's mother politely asked the young monk, who had seen her before.

The young monk nodded gently, “Benefactor Yang, please wait a moment. I will inform the Abbot.'

Saying that, the young monk turned and left.

It didn't take long before he returned.

“The Abbot has just finished chanting scriptures, and three benefactors can go in now.”

“Thank you, young master.”

At this moment, Sister Zhou's Mother's tone and demeanor were exceptionally devout.

Soon, led by the young monk, they entered a quiet room in the back hall of the temple.

The room had no other decorations, just a table, a meditation cushion, and one person.

It was an old monk in his seventies, dressed in a robe, with white beard and a kind face.

He had his eyes half-closed, sitting cross-legged, in a state of meditation.

“Greetings, Abbot.” Yang Jing hurriedly stepped forward to bow.

Sister Zhou and her assistant also followed suit and paid their respects, “Greetings, Abbot.”

Hearing their voices, the Abbot slowly opened his eyes and smiled gently.

He lifted his hand, slightly bowing his head.

“Benefactor Yang, you have come.”

His voice was like a distant echo, just hearing it made one feel a sense of serenity and calmness in their body.

“Abbot, I came today with a request. This is my daughter. When I contacted you before, I explained the situation to you.”

“So… I want the Abbot help to see if my daughter is really affected by something unusual.”

“If there is indeed a problem, I hope the Abbot can grant her a protective amulet to ensure her safety.”

As Yang Jing finished speaking, Abbot's gaze turned slightly to the side, looking at Sister Zhou.

The kindly expression on his face gave Sister Zhou some comfort.

“Does the person you mentioned have a specific name?” the Abbot asked.

Naturally, they were talking about Brother Dao.

“Yes, I have already found out the person's information. His name is Li Yidao, and he is the owner of a funeral shop located in the southwest of our Jiang

City.”

“The shop is called 'Brother Yidao Funeral Shop.”' The assistant quickly provided some information about Brother Dao.

The Abbot nodded.

Then, with both hands clasped together, the Abbot held a Buddhist bead in one hand while continuously performing calculations with the other hand.

However…

In less than thirty seconds, the Abbot's expression began to slightly frown.

His eyes no longer held the previous calm and benevolent look.

Instead, a trace of doubt and seriousness appeared beneath his kind face.

The Abbot fell into contemplation for a moment.

The movements of his left hand for calculations became much faster, and he flicked the Buddhist bead more rapidly.

At this moment, Zhou could feel as if there were a pair of eyes observing her.

The feeling was eerie. She became so scared that she couldn't move.

Suddenly!

In an instant, the Abbot accelerated his calculations! At the same time, he suddenly opened his eyes wide!

His eyes were filled with horror!

And following that, he spewed out a mouthful of blood!

He collapsed onto the meditation cushion, his whole body feeling weak and limp!

The previously serene expression on his face was replaced with extreme shock!

At this moment, the air fell into silence!

What happened?

He actually started to spit out blood?

At this moment, Sister Zhou's mother no longer possessed her earlier confidence!

Inside her heart at this moment…. was fear!

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