Starry sky, I can hear their secrets.

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Su Jinyan shook her head: "Who said that? She may not actually be dead."

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

"Besides, there's no sign of life in her at all,"

Su Jinyan pried open Hua Huo's warm lips and roughly inserted two fingers, stirring them around.

"Look, it's still warm inside."

Sambo shrugged and said, "What does that prove?"

Hanabi: “?”

Stop it, you bastard! What are you trying to do?

Su Jinyan pondered, "We can still eat it while it's hot."

Hanabi: “?”

How could you even think of something like that? Are you even human?

Xiao Suzi wouldn't be so shameless, right?

Sangbo's gaze towards Su Jinyan changed drastically, causing him to take several steps back in shock.

That's terrifying. Does Su Jinyan have absolutely no bottom line?

He was already considering whether or not to sever ties with Su Jinyan.

Su Jinyan calmly withdrew her finger and took out a handkerchief to wipe away Huahuo's drool.

"I was just kidding, why are you so scared?"

Sambo complained, "Buddy, don't make jokes like that that have no bottom line."

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

Sambo is right. We should respect the dead. She's already dead, so there's no need to insult her anymore.

Su Jinyan said in a deep voice, "No matter what, the dead should be respected."

"As a fellow member of the Masked Fools, I intend to give her a funeral befitting her status."

Sambo's eyes sharpened: "You want to hold a grand funeral."

"Then invite a large number of guests and collect exorbitant gift money?"

Su Jinyan smiled and said, "You understand me best. This is called 'making use of waste'."

Hanabi: "..."

Sambo rubbed two fingers together, suppressing his anger as he accused:

"Hey buddy, what does 'recycling' even mean?"

"You've gone too far! How can you slander a deceased person like that?"

Su Jinyan glanced at him: "Hush money, split 50/50."

Sambo beamed: "That's right, Uncle, that's how it should be done."

"Her death deserves a full half-day of work stoppage and remembrance for the entire Luofu area."

Su Jinyan shook her head slightly, somewhat disdainfully: "Half a day is an exaggeration. I already said it's about making use of waste."

"It would be good enough if we could squeeze more credits out of this guy."

You take advantage of someone and then complain about them; you're really not cute at all!

Hanabi gritted her teeth. If she weren't currently unable to move, she would have jumped up and argued with Su Jinyan.

Sambo pondered for a moment: "That makes sense, but there has to be some kind of status required to hold a funeral, right?"

"You could say this guy is a fool who enjoys stirring up trouble everywhere."

"It's already a miracle if others don't spit on you."

Su Jinyan was heartbroken: "That's right, she is my distant cousin, Huahuo."

"She traveled a long way to see me, but she never expected to die at the hands of the Masked Fool."

At this point, Su Jinyan suddenly buried her face in Huahuo's chest and rubbed against her, tears streaming down her face.

"Waaaaah, cousin, you died so tragically, cousin~"

Get your face off that guy, you jerk.

You're even taking advantage of the dead; don't you think that's a bit excessive?

Su Jinyan turned around in surprise: "He seems to have quite a bit of substance. I think we can have a go before the burial."

Hanabi: “?”

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

......

Under Su Jinyan's orders, the Jin soul-reaping envoys quickly began to act with great efficiency.

Before long, he had decorated the dark mansion into a funeral hall filled with fireworks.

A couplet hangs in front of the mourning hall: "We still remember your cheerful demeanor and upright character, but your kind face is now gone, leaving only the shadow of plum blossoms."

A photo of Hua Huo was hung high in the mourning hall. In the photo, Hua Huo was delicate and lovely, her voice and appearance still vivid, and her smile still lingering.

As a fellow fool, Su Jinyan held fireworks in high esteem.

To ensure that Hanabi leaves this world without pain, and with laughter.

Su Jinyan decided to make the funeral more grand.

He extended invitations to numerous guests, not only his relatives and friends on the Immortal Ship Luofu, but also to the Star Core Hunters.

This was definitely not done to collect more money in gifts.

The Xianzhou people do not have the custom of funerals.

They will only be brought back to the Netherworld by the messengers of the Ten Kings when their time is almost up and they are about to fall into the demonic realm, where they will be led to their demise.

Su Jinyan once suspected that Huahu was faking his death.

So he decided to test just how much patience Hanabi could muster.

If possible, it would be best to recruit Hanabi, the Masked Fool, to your side.

Huo Huo came running over, panting: "Um, um, Lord Su."

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

"However, I only managed to buy three bottles..."

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

Huo Huo pursed her lips, looking a little embarrassed.

After hesitating for a moment, Huo Huo still spoke up to comfort him, "Lord Su."

Su Jinyan took the soda and soy milk: "Call me sir."

Huo Huo obediently changed her address, saying, "Grandpa Su..."

"People can't come back to life, so don't be too sad."

Su Jinyan slowly turned her back, her 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 worry.

It seems that the woman in the coffin was really important to Grandpa Su.

I heard that it was his distant cousin, Huahuo, who had finally come to Luofu to visit her, and this tragedy happened.

Tail asked suspiciously, "Huo Huo, why do I feel like that kid is trying not to laugh?"

Huo Huo angrily scolded, "Tail, you're not allowed to slander Grandpa Su like that."

"He always brought us laughter, but kept the sadness to himself."

"Sigh, I don't know why, but seeing Grandpa Su like this makes me feel a little sorry for him..."

Tail said with dissatisfaction, "Tch, you little fool, I think he's holding back a laugh."

Su Jinyan walked to the coffin, suppressing a laugh, and unscrewed the cap of the soda soy juice bottle.

“Cousin, this is the Xianzhou specialty you loved to drink when you were alive—soybean soda juice.”

"My cousin was thinking of cooking it for you, but he was afraid you wouldn't be able to taste it."

"I'll give it to you instead, my lovely cousin. Rest in peace."

No, Su Zi, you'll be punished for doing this!

Get up, my body, get up quickly!

Damn you, what have you done?

Struggling in front of Su Jinyan would be futile.