After that day, Yang Jiuhua settled down at the Funeral Home.
Chen Miao and Luo Zhiyong cleaned up a room for him together and bought bedding and other necessities.
At first, Yang Jiuhua thought nothing of it, but after two days, he realized he really wasn't suited to being a Master of Ceremonies.
He couldn't sit still, nor did he have the patience to talk at length with the families of the deceased, especially on the third afternoon.
After nearly getting into an argument with one of them, he realized he wouldn't last long working for Chen Miao.
But he couldn't go back to his old livestreams either. Otherwise, he might live long enough to earn money, but not long enough to spend it.
Chen Miao wasn't obligated to look after him. He couldn't put everything else aside and follow him around every day to protect him.
Besides, he had never worked with a partner on his livestreams. He handled the locations, editing, and production all by himself, and all the income went to him.
How much would he have to pay to hire Chen Miao as his bodyguard?
What's more, he might not even earn as much as Chen Miao did running the Funeral Home, making it even more impossible to get Chen Miao to go with him.
As for the Peachwood Talismans and Talismans?
Chen Miao had already told him those things weren't guarantees of survival. Sometimes they could save his life; sometimes they could only make him die a little slower.
No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't continue his paranormal livestreams.
That left Yang Jiuhua deeply frustrated, worrying about where to go from here.
Early one morning, Yang Jiuhua left through the Funeral Home's South Gate and went for a walk along the Twin