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I Own a Funeral Home: Live Stream Following Other Streamers and Shock the Entire Internet!

Li Yidao transmigrated into a parallel world and became the owner of a funeral home. While browsing videos, he accidentally came across a seductive woman in yoga pants. Suddenly, a system prompt appeared in his mind. [Due to long-term fasting, the probability of sudden cardiac arrest and death is 99%!] Yang Lin quickly gave her a like and followed her and then advertised his funeral home. [No worries after death. Yidao will escort you all the way. We provide all-in-one services to ensure that your affairs are taken care of. Pre-booking can enjoy a 50% discount!] Netizens laughed and praised him for being good at doing business, but they didn't expect Li Yidao's prediction to come true. The next day, the seductive woman died of sudden cardiac arrest. People were all dumbfounded. After a few more such incidents, Li Yidao became famous on the Internet. Netizens begged him to spare their lives. One day, Li Yidao entered Zhou Shuyi's live room. While she was happily demonstrating how to swallow a goose egg, a notification appeared. "Li Yidao's Funeral Home just followed you!" Zhou Shuyi exclaimed, "Hey, dude, your ID is interesting!" "Shuyi, run! Li Yidao is coming!" "You are going to be killed by Li Yidao, Shuyi... no one can escape once he follows you." "Oh no, big mouth, I'm gonna miss you..." "Rest in peace, Shuyi..." From then on, everyone was terrified of Li Yidao. Anyone who was followed by him quietly wrote their wills...

Gemini Sheep · Urban
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273 Chs

The Truth Was About to Surface!

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

As Qian Qiangyu entered the room, a profound silence fell upon the entire space, enveloping it in a stillness.

Wei Wenqiang was about to ask something when Qian Qiangyu leaned in gently towards Li Yidao, his voice tinged with sorrow and laced with traces of both resignation and longing.

"Is she... here?" he softly inquired.

The emotion in his voice seemed to carry a deep sense of sadness, and perhaps even a glimmer of affection, as discerned by his eyes.

This bold thought briefly stunned Li Yidao, who chose to observe in silence rather than respond immediately.

Qian Qiangyu seemed as though he had already figured out the answer and, without waiting for Li Yidao's confirmation, he found a chair, sat down, and began sharing his experiences.

"I know she's here. I can feel her presence," he murmured. "She's been my companion through countless nights, and I'm so familiar with her. I can sense her aura whenever she's close."