"Uh......" Zhang Ziyu put down the phone and looked at Su Zicheng and pouted.

"What's wrong?" Su Zicheng looked at his expression with a confused expression.

"Over there...... Belch...... As if frightened, he threw his phone away. Zhang Ziyu spread his hands.

"Uh, if you want me, I'll have to throw away my phone." Su Zicheng raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhang Ziyu and smiled bitterly, "Do you think, the person who just died last night called himself today, aren't you afraid?" ”

"How so...... How did the news spread so quickly...... "The man's voice grew quieter," I thought...... I thought they didn't know ...... yet."

Zhang Ziyu felt that his body had become lighter, he lowered his head, and saw that his body was glowing with a faint blue light, and then a vague figure slowly walked out of him.

The figure slowly became concrete, it was the man who was injured before, he was completely separated from Zhang Ziyu, and then squatted to the side holding his head in his hands, his body trembling slightly.

Zhang Ziyu walked to the man's side, squatted in front of him, looking at his current appearance, he didn't seem to be as angry as before, "Hey, big brother, you are mourning." ”

"Brother Yu, you have to tell his daughter, he is the 'mourning', what is his 'festival'." Ah Qiu sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Why are you so annoying,, and don't look at me comforting?!" Zhang Ziyu glanced at Ah Qiu, ignored him anymore, and turned to look at the man and said, "Uh...... Don't worry, we'll help you figure it out? ”

"What else can be done...... Never mind...... I'm going to just disappear like this......" The man didn't raise his head, his voice sobbing a little, "I really didn't expect ......"

"Uh...... It's the 21st century, the signal is 5G, how slow can a message be transmitted? At this time, Zhang Ziyu seemed to have forgotten everything that the man had done to him before, and at this time he was no longer angry, and began to think about how to help him.

He stood up, turned around and pulled a stool and sat down at the table, "Don't worry, I'll help you figure it out." ”

Zhang Ziyu propped up the table on his elbows, put his hands on his forehead, thinking, and didn't speak for a while.

Su Zicheng and Ah Qiu, who were beside him, also pulled a stool and sat down beside him, and the man was still squatting on the ground, his eyes still full of despair.

After about ten minutes, Zhang Ziyu suddenly spoke, "Yes, I have an idea." ”

All three looked up.

"Shall we go steal the corpse?" Zhang Ziyu scratched his head, rolled his eyes, and smiled evilly.

"What kind of bad idea do you have, you thought about this after thinking about it for a long time?" Su Zicheng looked at Zhang Ziyu with disgust.

"What are you going to do stealing the corpse, Brother Yu, are you going to resurrect him? You still have to bury him......" Ah Qiu shook his head.

"Huh? Resurrection? Do you still have the ability? Zhang Ziyu's eyes widened.

"I don't have the ability to resurrect, but I still have the ability to let you bury him." Ah Qiu pointed at Zhang Ziyu and the man, "Dig a pit, throw you, you, into it, cover the soil, and finish it." ”

"Uh......" Zhang Ziyu scratched his head, "yes, I'll think about it again." ”

After another ten minutes, Zhang Ziyu spoke again, "Yes, this time it is absolutely reliable!" ”

"What do you think of again?" Su Zicheng asked.

Zhang Ziyu looked at Su Zicheng and smiled slightly, walked to the man and squatted down, looked at him and said, "Your name is Mu Fan, right?" It looks older than me, I'll call you Brother Fan, Brother Fan, I will definitely help you fulfill this wish, believe me. ”