There's a Vigil at the Funeral Parlor, Brother, Are You Singing an Opera to Save Yourself?

In order to get a high salary, Su Che found a job as a night watchman in a funeral home. On the first day of work, I awakened the [Underworld Emotional System]. As long as I appease the souls of the dead, I can get rewards. Looking at the restless body in front of him, he cleared his throat and spoke a remix version of "The Mantra of Rebirth". Family members of the deceased: "We are letting you keep vigil, not holding a solo concert!" But when the song ended, the originally chaotic brain waves remaining on the instrument suddenly became peaceful. From then on, Su Che completely let himself go in the funeral home. The spirit of injustice still lingers? He held court sessions on the spot, pretended to be a judge, tried the case, and cleared the souls of the dead. Full of resentment? He transformed into a psychiatrist and chatted with the corpse to untie its knot. He even held a symphony farewell ceremony for an old artist, which instantly made him famous and was called "the underworld superstar" by netizens. Until one day, a thousand-year-old corpse was delivered. The whole funeral parlor was filled with gloomy winds and all the instruments malfunctioned. Under everyone's horrified eyes, Su Che sighed, took out the suona awarded by the system, and slowly spoke to the ancient corpse. "Brother, let's discuss something. How about you get up and be my agent in the underworld?"