I'm a Funeral Anchor, and I'm Popular All over the Internet with My Prophecies

The funeral system is bound to the game at the beginning. My live broadcast room only welcomes people who are about to die. Other female anchors bought sports cars and yachts, but once I linked up, I bought away an Internet celebrity who was trying to make a living. Black fans: "Block this unlucky anchor!" I replied calmly: "My friend, I see you have a dead look on your face. Why don't you order a thin-skinned nanmu coffin first and give you a broken bone price?" Jealous of my opponent: "If you can, curse me to death!" I sighed and put the top version of the ebony urn on the shelf with my backhand: "Unfortunately, your 'good news' has arrived. Luxurious package, double-layered moisture-proof, ensuring that you walk peacefully. Go slowly, no gifts." If I don't complete the system's KPIs, I will be the next one sent away. But they don't know that every coffin I sell is a piece of the puzzle that gets closer to the truth about my senior brother's disappearance.