Ling Zhao's funeral parlor recently had a generous owner.
But his requests are always a bit elusive.
Ling Zhao: "Sir, what do you think of this sandalwood look?"
Judge Shi: "Is there an intarsia style? Just choose according to your preference."
Ling Zhao: "Hahaha... I don't think I need a coffin right now."
This is not the only strange thing.
On this day, as usual, he channeled spirit and went to the underworld to see his mother, but he saw the portrait of the strange man underground.
Ling Zhao: How unlucky is this (tear it off)
I thought it was an enemy's prank until Shi Fanqing pressed him down in the King of Hell's Palace and gently kissed the vermilion mole between his eyebrows.
"Have you remembered now, brother?"
Intention: Just be happy