Shān Qīng Daoist snapped out of his daze and laughed.
What Lin Li hoped to hear at his funeral... really was simple and unpretentious.
—The guy simply didn't want to die.
But if things really went as Lin Li said, having glutinous rice scattered over him would already be the better outcome. Lin Li should be hoping there wouldn't be any virgin boy's urine at the funeral.
In fact, Lin Li had not only thought about what he most wanted to hear after his death, but had also imagined what would be written on his tombstone.
Lin Li currently had two plans, both consisting of four-line epitaphs.
The first was "Adventure Mode," "Mini Games," "Puzzle Mode," and "Survival Mode." The offerings should ideally be arranged in three vases labeled "Options," "Help," and "Exit." Oh, and the flowers in the vases had to be fake, or Lin Li was afraid Zhou Baowei would steal and eat them.
As for the second plan, it was "Line One (Smooth)," "Line Two (Busy)," "Line Three (Smooth)," and "Line Four (Crowded)," while his memorial photo would become a picture of a little girl sincerely seeking a godfather.
"Not bad, but it doesn't suit Grandpa." Shān Qīng Daoist laughed. "If Grandpa's corpse moves, that won't be good news, because it would most likely be related to the Demon Race Remnant Soul. It would mean they're making a move."
After pondering for a while, Shān Qīng Daoist shook his head.
"I can't think of any preferences, nor is there anything I dislike. Why care so much about funeral arrangements? How about this—Lin Li, you can freely improvi..."
Shān Qīng Daoist suddenly paused, frowned slightly, and decided to take it back.
"Lin Li, whatever you do, don't freely improvise."
Lin Li: "?"
His character had apparently been insulted.