I am a funeral anchor, and the one who pays attention to the whole network is scared to death!

In the funeral shop, after Zhang Fan was squeezed out of the live broadcast, he scrolled down a few more videos, and took a look at the shop hall habitually.

Seeing that Zhao Yong and Zhao Yong were busy again, they asked doubtfully, "Isn't everything about Uncle Wang ready? This is it?"

"Who else can it be, Zhuanjia." Wang Kai said without hesitation: "You have already attracted people's attention, and you still expect to wait until 50 years later."

"This...you can do whatever you want."

……

At the same time, after some inner struggles, the Zhu Zhuan family.

Finally, it was the backbone and courage to look at the background data.

Comments, messages, all bashing themselves.

Even things like reducing homework were scolded bloody by the parents.

This result greatly exceeded Zhu Zhuan's expectations.

As a last resort, he hastily hid all his works, just to save a few steps on the road to death.

It wasn't until now that Zhu Zhuan's family realized that their suggestion...was too outrageous.

Invisibly, many people may be hurt.

Thinking of this, he clicked on his mailbox and read every lawyer's letter repeatedly.

Among them, the victim who has the greatest relationship with him may be the kid who bought a motorcycle.

He turned Xiaozhuang's fighting eagle and saw a handsome young man.

"Hey... If there is a next time, I will never let you buy this car... It's a pity."

In a feeling full of regret, Zhu Zhuanjia couldn't help but glanced out of the window.

I saw a black motorcycle slowly coming into sight.

"Ok?"

Zhu Zhuanjia subconsciously stood up and ran out the window to observe the motorcycle carefully.

A strong sense of familiarity welled up in my heart...

This motorcycle boy...isn't he Xiaozhuang?

Familiar model prints, familiar helmet car jackets, familiar big eyes and eyebrows...

This... this kid... resurrected?

Or... the hearse drifting...

"Dug! Brother Funeral...can't you give me a way to die in the world?!"

With an exclamation, Zhu Zhuan looked around tremblingly.

The sky is bright and the sun is shining, in an empty room...how can I feel that there are people everywhere...

outside the window.

Uncle Zhuang was rushing to Xiaozhuang's house on his newly picked up motorcycle.

It was the first time to ride this imitation racing car, and Uncle Zhuang was still not used to it, and the speed could only be controlled at about [-].

However, if he could run into Zhu Zhuan's house on the road, he would definitely choose to crash and kill him on the spot!

……

Twenty minutes later, Brother Hu and his two younger brothers forced their way into Xiaozhuang's house.

The house is plain white, with funeral supplies everywhere, a portrait of Xiaozhuang, and a few close-up photos of him riding a motorcycle.

Although the son has already left, this was after all his favorite thing during his lifetime, so all the fathers of Zhuang specially printed some.

The curtains of the whole room were closed tightly, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

However, Brother Hu didn't care about this, he walked into the living room as if there was no one there, and sat down on the sofa.

"Go, open the curtains for me!"

Calling the little brother to open the curtains, he looked fiercely at Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother and said, "I am very sorry for your son's death."

"However, your son borrowed a sum of money from us before, and now that he is gone, of course the son must pay the debt to the father. See how you plan to pay it."

After Brother Hu finished speaking, the younger brother hurriedly handed Father Zhuang a stack of documents.

The above is the evidence of the loan from Xiaozhuang and their company.

Father Zhuang took the document and examined it carefully.

3000 yuan, divided into 36 repayments, each of more than 1000 yuan, has been overdue for more than 5 months.

A total of more than 1 yuan was borrowed, and the total repayment amount was as high as [-] yuan.

"You guys are too black-hearted...Forget it...I'll pay back my son!"

Although a little upset, Zhuang's father didn't want Xiaozhuang to go on the road and still owe money.

"Very well, I just like happy people like you, and no one is bothering you."

Brother Hu nodded in satisfaction, then took out his mobile phone to do the math, and said, "Five months overdue, including the interest rate, your son still owes us 6. In this case, I'm the master, you still owe us 1 yuan. Sixty thousand will do."

"How many?"

Father Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "A total of 6 was borrowed, and more than 2 have to be repaid. Isn't this already more than [-]? It should be [-] short?"

"No No No."

Brother Hu shook his finger and said, "It's clearly written in the contract. You can do the math yourself. I, Li Hu, never cheat anyone."

"..."

Father Zhuang took a deep breath, and said with a livid face, "No! My son was harmed by you, so leave my house quickly, if you want money, sue me first!"

I didn't want to go to war at first, but seeing that the other party was so black-hearted, Zhuang's father was not compromising. After all, he had just finished the funeral for his son, and he really couldn't afford the 6 yuan.

"No money? Hahaha!"

Brother Hu laughed loudly, and lay down on the sofa: "If I don't have money, I will live here in the future. Just to remind you, I like to sleepwalk at night."

The younger brother behind Brother Hu added: "The last time Brother Hu spent the night in a village, he sleepwalked and slaughtered three pigs and a cow."

"As a result, the people in the village called the police. Guess what, my Brother Hu is a psychopath!"

Another younger brother echoed: "That's right, I, Brother Hu, kill people in my dreams!"

"This this……"

After this threat, Zhuang's father didn't feel much, but Zhuang's mother couldn't help shaking. He pulled Zhuang's father's sleeve and said, "Father, why don't we get together and help Xiaozhuang get the money?" Put it on."

"How can there be any money... The last time I spent on the child's funeral, and their interest is too low, I can't give you a penny." Father Zhuang said in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have enough money, the things at home can also be used for money, such as furniture, antiques, coupons and shopping cards, all are fine." Brother Hu said after hearing this.

"Money off..."

Zhuang's mother was stunned, and said cautiously: "Young man... I have a... Changhong Funeral 5000, [-] yuan deduction voucher. How much can you see?"

"We usually pay back five thousand as two thousand."

Brother Hu replied subconsciously, but in the next second, he jumped up from the sofa.

"What the hell? What are you talking about discount coupons?"

"Changhong Funeral..."

"Crap! How dare you curse me to death!"

After being paid attention by Changhong Funeral, he received a discount coupon when he turned around, which made Brother Hu furious instantly.

"Smash me, everything you can smash!"

"Yes!"

Following Brother Hu's order, the two younger brothers immediately started to fight, picking up the water glass on the table and throwing it on the ground.

Seeing this, Father Zhuang hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "You are also doing things for others! My son has not passed his first seven years yet, so don't do things too badly!"

"Too bad?"

Brother Tiger smiled.

He not only smiled, but also crooked his mouth.

"Today, I want to do everything right. It's only natural to pay off debts!"

"If you don't have any money, then throw it at me!"

"If you have the ability, let your son come to me and scare who!"

"You..." Father Zhuang's face was ashen.

But at this moment, a roar of an engine suddenly sounded outside the window.

"Boom... chug chug...boom..."

A motorcycle figure appeared in the sight of Li Hu and others.

This black shadow drifted past the window, and it was almost a one-to-one replica of the close-up photos at home.

Seeing this scene, the three of Brother Hu were stunned for a moment.

They rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

"Brother Hu... Did I misread just now?"

"How do I feel... I saw the kid who borrowed money from us?"

"Is it wrong?"

Just when the three of them were in a daze, the black car figure appeared again.

This time, they saw clearly the eyes under the helmet.

And Xiaozhuang... exactly the same!

"Wo Cao...Brother Hu, it's broad daylight, we won't run into ghosts, will we?!"

"Don't...don't talk nonsense, there's no ghost!"

Brother Hu swallowed hard, pretended to be calm and said: "What should I do? It's broad daylight, don't scare yourself."

But as soon as the words fell, Xiao Zhuang's figure floated outside the window again.

Now, the three brothers are no longer calm.

"Brother Hu, you're just riding a horse and bumping into ghosts!"

"Let's run!"

"Wait... wait, let me slow down."

Seeing the appearance of the three of them, Father Zhuang glanced out of the window suspiciously, and murmured: "No wonder he claims to be crazy."

After murmuring, Father Zhuang continued: "If you have any serious illness, you should leave my house immediately!"

"Okay... big brother, let's go now!"

Before Brother Hu could speak, the two younger brothers forced Brother Hu to run towards the door.

……

Outside the window, Zhuang Shusan passed the house and refused to enter, just because he couldn't stop.

"Cough, it's no wonder that you can't die on this broken bike, you can't stop after turning your head twice!"

"Finally stopped."

After a lot of effort, Uncle Zhuang finally parked the car.

However, just as he was about to knock on the door, the door was suddenly opened, and there were three terrified boys standing inside.

"Why? Hit a ghost?"

Uncle Zhuang took off his helmet in doubt, and Brother Hu and the others also froze in place with bewildered expressions.

Are you kidding me?