Funeral customization, let you have a mysterious past

Chapter 99 Damn! There Are Cultivators In This World!
"Why did the two singers leave? Just sing one song?"

Someone in the small anchor's live broadcast room said regretfully.

"That is, do you know those two unknown singers?"

"I don't know him, maybe he's a third-tier singer!"

"Can third-line singers sing such a good song?"

"Who knows? The master is among the people!"

Many water friends in the live broadcast room began to speculate.

A group of relatives on Xiao Zhang's side finally wiped away their tears and comforted each other with a few words.

Xiao Zhang also wanted to cry with him, but after wiping his red and swollen eyes, there was not a single tear left.

"Okay, it's getting late, we can finish the funeral." Xiao Zhang was quite satisfied with today's funeral and said in a pleasant tone.

Obviously he has accepted the fact of his father's death, and he has put his thoughts of his father in his heart. He probably will be very careful every time he misses his father in the future.

"Look, there's someone coming over there again!"

At this time, the little anchor spoke first.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, there was no end to this, they just wanted to end the funeral quickly and go home early.

However, everyone looked in the direction of the little anchor's finger, and it turned out that there was an empty cornfield over there, the fruits had already been picked, and there was nothing.

"What are you doing? You're trying to scare everyone!"

Xiao Zhang's elder reprimanded him.

He is old, but he can't bear too much ups and downs.

"No, I mean in the sky, there are actually a group of people flying there!"

After the little anchor yelled this sentence, his mouth was already opened wide, his eyes almost popped out, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Everyone looked towards the sky and couldn't help being stunned.

Xiao Zhang's elder couldn't help but turned his head, and said, "Who is flying in the sky? Shrimp crap, I think it's you on the ground..."

The old man turned his head and saw hundreds of people flying in the sky as if they were stepping on something, and he couldn't help being shocked.

Lin Lan saw that everyone was shocked and unable to speak for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The big scene is coming.

Although Lin Lan is looking forward to what will happen next, what he is looking forward to more is what new exchangeable treasures will be added to the system after the funeral.

I saw hundreds of densely packed black spots under the clouds in the western sky, but anyone with better eyesight could see that they were a group of people, and there were stick-shaped objects under their feet.

The live broadcast room of the young anchor has exploded in popularity at this time.

The number of viewers unexpectedly reached 120 million online, and the popularity was close to the real-time popularity of the top three anchors on the platform.

"Fuck, what a big scene! 666..."

"It turned out to be a group of sword immortals flying with flying swords? What is the anchor doing? A funeral invites so many actors. Is it making a movie?"

"That's not right! Isn't this a live broadcast? How to use special flight effects, and it's so high that it's impossible to hang the wire!"

Originally, most of the audience thought it was a well-planned funeral farce, but a careful person emphasized that it was a live broadcast. At this time, everyone was not calm.

"Fuck, those people are real cultivators! Where is the funeral of your relative, the anchor? I'll go there right now!"

"Is there really a cultivator? What's going on!"

The barrage in the live broadcast room was dense, and even the official live broadcast platform began to notice the situation in the live broadcast room.

At the funeral, hundreds of young men in white robes with flying swords descended from the sky.

Their bodies were as light as snowflakes, each of them had breathtaking eyes, and many people present did not dare to look at them, thinking that these fairy-like mysterious people seemed to be able to see through their psychology.

Xiao Zhang couldn't calm down now, he had never seen such a situation before, and he couldn't even say a word in front of the cultivators standing on the top of the mountain.

The group of men in suits before were normal human beings after all, but he didn't know whether he should treat these special humans who could fly by stepping on flying swords or not.

Not only Xiao Zhang, but everyone in the audience felt chills down their backs, except Lin Lan, who was already prepared.

But these people don't open their mouths to communicate with cultivators, and Lin Lan won't go up to strike up a conversation. Although after the previous experiments, the funeral procession personnel treat him like a companion, but Lin Lan usually doesn't take the risk to strike up a conversation. Who knows if one day I will meet someone who doesn't like me and will make a move on me!
This group of cultivators in fluttering white clothes, or sword immortals, seemed to turn a blind eye to other mortals after landing on the ground, and just shouted loudly towards Lao Zhang's spiritual seat: "Congratulations, I send the ancestor to ascend!"

As soon as this sentence came out, not only Xiao Zhang was stunned, his teeth were chattering, and he almost bit his own tongue, even the relatives in the audience all had big mouths.

Occasionally, a few people moved their mouths, but found that they didn't know what to say in the self-examination. They just looked at the group of practitioners and Lao Zhang's spirit seat with extremely shocked eyes.

At this moment, the common thought in most of their hearts is, Lao Zhang, you are awesome!
These people really came to worship my father, but my father is still a cultivator?
After Xiao Zhang figured this out, he gradually put away his shocked expression, feeling very regretful in his heart, why didn't he find out that his father might be a master cultivator who hides in the city, how could he be so stupid!
Father, you are so cruel!
You are obviously a leader of cultivators, why are you willing to watch your descendants suffer and suffer? Do you have any unavoidable reasons?

Xiao Zhang stomped his feet with remorse on his face, and then raised his fist and hit his knee. People who don't know his inner thoughts, seeing his contradictory expression and behavior, will definitely think that he may be crazy.

The popularity of the small anchor's live broadcast room is still rising, and the number of viewers has increased exponentially.

"Little anchor, hurry up and ask how to join them, or ask for a secret book of cultivating immortals!"

"Don't be afraid, go quickly!"

After everyone saw the whole picture of the cultivators through the live broadcast room, no one doubted that the group of cultivators were actors under pressure anymore, because their eyes were like torches, and their temperament and eyes were not imitated by ordinary people. Some people suspected that they would explode and die after being stared at by these cultivators for half an hour.

Because they felt a sense of oppression from the eyes of those cultivators, which seemed to come from their genes, and they couldn't express this feeling and intuition.

Anyway, it's the feeling of a cat playing a fake tiger meeting a ferocious real tiger.

"Dear immortals, are you... my father's old friend? When he... left, did he... tell you something... something?"

After dawdling for a long time, Xiao Zhang mustered up the courage to take a step forward, clasped his fists and said to the swordsmen.

He thought to himself that his son still needed medical treatment, so he had to ask these immortals to help him, and he could no longer be a timid, timid waste!
Otherwise, I'm sorry for having such an arrogant but extremely low-key father, Xiao Zhang thought so, although he was still very nervous and scared, but the weak temperament of dazed and inferiority was no longer in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)