I Have a Funeral Home

*The salted fish boss is attacked by the tough-tongued and innocent ghost king *Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger + crush the whole audience + metaphysics + management Qi Siqi lost his job right after graduation. He has a face but is an industrious little loser. Fortunately, he received a windfall and inherited a funeral parlor, saving him sixty years of detours. The funeral parlor was empty, heavily in debt, and rumored to be haunted. With Qi Siqi's ability to lie down and lie down, it would be closed down within three months, and he might even lose his life—— Everyone thinks so. Until the funeral home received its first body. In the middle of the night, the corpse pushed open the door of the freezer, jumped up and down, approached the owner of the funeral parlor who was emitting a strange aroma, and opened his bloody mouth. Qi Siqi lowered his head to play with his mobile phone without even looking at it: "Close the door, thank you. Are you knowledgeable about environmental protection? The electricity bill is very expensive." Corpse: "." Give me some face, brother. Later, corpses floating in Lenghu Lake, three-eyed female corpses, headless mummies... Corpses of evil sects from all over the country continued to be delivered to Qi Siqi's hands. The business of the funeral parlor was booming, and the smoke from the crematorium could float two miles away. Others saw various metaphysics masters holding Qi Siqi's hand: "I picked up an ancestor, family members, he wants to go home with me!" Qi Siqi lay down on the spot: "It's too far, I won't go." A jealous cannon fodder sneaked into the funeral parlor to see what kind of tricks Qi Siqi was up to, but unexpectedly—— Qi Siqi unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, revealing his thin wrist bones, and his forearms were covered with tattoos. He raised his hand and punched the female ghost who emerged from the TV twice, and then stuffed it back. Cannon fodder: Stuff it back? ! ! Female ghost: (Confused) (Crawling in darkness) (Being beaten again) (Squatting back to the TV) (Crying) "Tell me." Qi Siqi yawned, "What's the grievance?" Qi Siqi was away from home for half his life, but when he returned, he was still a funeral parlor owner who couldn't bear to get rich again and worked half-time. Traveling through yin and yang, witnessing life and death, experiencing separation, tearing away evil spirits with my hands, writing to complain about injustice. And in the dark, there was always a pair of eyes staring at him, and tentacles condensed with ghostly energy touched him, wrapped around his ankles, and wanted to devour him. 20230724 Screenshot archive Mission: Truth and justice will never be absent