[Live for a long time, the corpse that entered the crematorium can still be resurrected! ] 】

[I don't believe it, it's 100% a script.] 】

[It's really moving, I'll go!] What's going on? Can anyone come out and explain. 】

At the live broadcast scene, with the movement of the man's fingers, his whole figure woke up from the freezing, suddenly took a big breath, and sat up violently.

"Ah———-h

"Scared the hell out of me!"

The three fans, Li Sanyi, who was holding his mobile phone, and the uncle all hugged each other, and stomped on the ground.

The man who suddenly did it, after opening his eyes, touched his chest, and joked very naturally: "This time it was a bit dangerous, and I was almost burned." ”

The wind snorted coldly, grabbed the man's arm, looked left and right.

"There's no mark, there's no chest, and you're just living?"

The man subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Feng Yin pressed his shoulder with one hand, pointed to Li Sanyi's mobile phone and said, "If you get up, my live broadcast room will be blocked." I think you owe my audience an explanation, and you owe the crematorium an explanation. ”

When the wind fell, Li Sanyi and the others nodded frantically.

They urgently need a scientific explanation to stabilize their unstable three views.

The trench coat draped the protective clothing on the man, and the man first apologized embarrassedly, and then popularized a rare disease for everyone.

"I have broken heart syndrome, my heart barely beats at the onset of the disease, or any instrument detects that my heart stops, this is the fourth time I have been mistaken for death, but the longest hibernation before was only twenty minutes, this time it should be longer."

The man explained, and suddenly looked at Feng Yin curiously: "How do you know that I'm not dead?" ”

Feng Yin hugged his shoulders and said coldly: "You should be glad that I am here to move the corpse today, otherwise you would be ashes." ”

The man shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm the one who lives one day at a time, and I've seen it a long time ago." ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, Feng Yin came up again with a rebellious and rebellious body.

"Did your ancestor be a cook, so good at throwing pots!"

"Whether you live or not has nothing to do with us, but your actions will affect the doctors, the people who move the body for you, and the people in the crematorium, why should they pay for your problems!"

"It's okay to eat less chicken soup for the soul, and don't use self-righteous open-mindedness to cause trouble to others."

After the wind groaned for a while, he called the eldest brother of the funeral home, who was also angry, pointed to the man on the ground and asked, "This move is half, and it will affect my 1,006?" ”

This is a problem that can't be rectified for the eldest brother.

Is this the point? Is this one?

Obviously, yes for the wind moan.

"Do the math - I'll give you a bonus!"

"That's a good feeling—with your words, I have to hurry up and get to work!"

Feng Yin asked for another protective suit, and then went to move the corpse.

[I just took my mother, I really have this disease, it's terrible to think about, it is said that this person can perceive everything in the outside world. 】

[The wind is too much, other people's life and death are other people's freedom, why did she say it. 】

[I think it's okay, you can be open-minded, but wouldn't it be better to leave a note or mark on yourself!] 】

"No, you can still move? Not afraid - not afraid to come back to life? ”

He had already picked up a corpse and smiled at the black powder.

"If you really want to come to life, it's to approach the extended version of science."

"Don't worry, I'm here, it'll be fine."