Funeral parlor.

"Dad, why do I think something is wrong, why are there so many people who came to incense grandpa today?"

Master Lu's eldest son glanced at the people who came to mourn the incense in the mourning hall, why are these faces so unfamiliar?

"What a good person, your grandfather liked to be lively when he was alive, isn't it quite lively now."

Master Lu didn't care, but felt very pleased.

He still remembers that when his old man was alive, he said a sentence: The most important thing in life is to be happy, so you must laugh when you live.

In a lifetime, the grass and trees are autumn, and it is difficult to cry and cry.

Now so many people have come to see off the old man, if there is a spirit, the old man will definitely leave happily.

"It's lively, but why don't I think these people seem to be coming for grandpa?"

The boss frowned and couldn't help muttering.

At the same time, in the open space outside the mourning hall, Master Lu prepared food for the mourners very intimately, and all the food was self-service.

Those who had mourned and stayed for the evening funeral were gathered there.

"Heavenly King Covers the Tiger!"

After observing a target for a long time, the young man quietly stepped forward and read out the previously agreed code.

"Xiao Kun stewed mushrooms!"

After the target froze for a second, they exchanged the code, and the two of them suddenly felt a sense of excitement that they had found the organization.

"You guys really came in a group, how many people are in the group this time? Do you have any support clothing? ”

Xiao Young stroked his head and whispered like an underground party.

"Not much, just a few dozen people, don't worry, they're all wearing them!"

The target unbuttoned his coat a few times, revealing a large, brightly colored coat inside, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

Xiao Young nodded and said with satisfaction: "Let's have a singer club in the underworld, if you want to do it, you will be the most beautiful boy at this funeral." ”

Smack.

As he spoke, a page of stamped paper fell from his body.

"You've dropped something."

The target pointed to the ground and asked curiously, "What is it, why do you still have it with you?" ”

Xiao Young picked up the things on the ground and said lightly: "It's nothing, just a psychiatric certificate issued by the hospital." ”

What's that?

Psychiatric certificate?

The target's eyes widened in surprise.

"Don't get me wrong, it proves that I did it when I found a fake certificate, and I will use it for leave tomorrow."

Seeing this, Xiao Young hurriedly explained.

However, the target's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pulled Xiao Young with a look of adoration, and said excitedly: ", Xiao Young You, you are worthy of being the leader of our Singers Association in the underworld." ”

"You can get a mental illness certificate, I'm willing to give in."

Xiao Young touched his face and said flutteringly: "This is nothing, let alone a certificate of mental illness, even if it is a death certificate, I can give it to you." ”

"Awesome~"

The target gave a thumbs up and said in admiration.

……

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The funeral officially began.

"Friends and relatives in the audience, thank you for coming to see my father on his last ......"

"My father used to say when he was alive: The most important thing in life is to be happy, and to do everything with a smile no matter what you do......"

"He liked to be lively when he was alive, and he usually liked to listen to rock 'n' roll, so I invited a special guest to see my father off today...... He's the weekend. ”

The funeral does not necessarily have to be crying, sometimes it is lively, but it is more free and easy for the deceased.

Today's funeral was very lively.

"It's coming, it's all ready?"

The group members of the Netherworld Singers Association have all gathered, and when they see the weekend appearance, they all become nervous.

At this time, the weekend came to the stage.

"Lu Benwei was a free and easy person when the old man was alive, and I hope he can live as free and easy as a fairy below."

"A fairy, see off the old man!"

After saying that, I picked up the suona on the weekend.

Wow~Wow~

In the next second, the sound of suona sounded.

The restless suona sound instantly mobilized the atmosphere.

This weekend was not chosen for the recorded version, but for the live version.

This live version of suona appeared in advance, and it is more showy.

The demonic melody was unreasonably poured into everyone's ears by the suona, and in an instant, some people began to involuntarily follow the rhythm of the suona sound and began to sway.

"My body didn't seem to listen to the call, and it swayed with it."

"This suona is wrong, how can you control my body."

At the same time, Xiao Young and the group of friends of the Netherworld Singers Association around him exchanged glances, silently counted to three two one in his heart, and took off his coat at the same time.

Swish.

The colorful Northeast flower jacket immediately became the most beautiful scenery at the funeral.

"The east is not bright, the west is bright~"

"I am sad when the sun is exhausted~"

"I'm not busy the night before, I'm busy the night after~"

"After dreaming of gold, I dream of yellow sorghum~"

As soon as the stage opened its voice last weekend, the group of people from the Singers of the Netherworld were picked up below.

Suddenly, the entire guests at the funeral were dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Is this a funeral or a concert, how can there be a fan singing session?

"Where did these people come from?"

"Why doesn't it feel normal?"

"I've grown so big, I've been to so many funerals, and it's the first time I've seen something like this."

The other people at the funeral, looking at the group of people from the Underworld Singers' Association, were immersed in the music and couldn't help but complain.

This is a concert, a whole patient exchange conference.

However, the melody of this song seems to be a little interesting.

"The east is not bright, the west is bright~"

At the funeral, these people couldn't help but hum along when they saw the group of people singing so well in the Singers of the Netherworld.

This hum can't be stopped at all.

Catchy lyrics, coupled with simple melodies, can easily be brainwashed.

It's like a brain platinum advertisement, and every time I see it, I can't help but sing along.

For a time, the entire funeral scene was completely infected.

"Don't sprinkle a thing for the vulgar dust, it is a fairy who is free in the sky~"

Stage.

Even if the microphone expands on the weekend, it can't compare to the dozens or hundreds of people in the audience singing aloud at the same time.

Finished.

Now it has really become a patient exchange meeting.

Mourning Hall.

"Dad, I'll just say, these people aren't here to mourn grandpa at all."

Master Lu's eldest son, looking at the big Northeast flower jacket outside, suddenly understood that these people were coming for the weekend.

"So what, didn't they incense your grandfather...... It's a fairy in the sky~"

Master Lu followed the melody and also hummed.

Humming and humming, Master Lu suddenly cried loudly.

"Dad, you said that if there are really fairies in this world, you must be the easiest to be tempered by the gods."

"In the next life, I will still be your son!"

Father's voice and smile in the past, like a marquee, flashed in Master Lu's mind frame by frame.

At the same time, someone at the funeral filmed the scene in its entirety.