Folk customs begin with the entire funeral procession

Chapter 219 Collapsed House, Streamer Eating Dust Online
Yang Jiuhua glanced at the comments and asked, "How was this round?"

Looking at the screen full of '6's, Yang Jiuhua smiled with satisfaction.

If you only see him as a ghost-hunting streamer, you'd be making a big mistake!
He is a cultured and insightful folklore broadcaster!
"Alright, now I'll break this whirlwind for everyone."

"In the future, if you encounter this kind of situation, don't panic. If you want to stop this whirlwind from taking hold, it's very simple. You just need to introduce an external disruptive factor into it."

"For example, sticking out a foot, or throwing in some planks."

"However, this one is a bit too big now, it's no longer useful for throwing small things, so..."

Yang Jiuhua smiled.

"Therefore, one must get involved!"

With that, he dropped what he was holding and rushed toward the fire whirlwind.

Those who had already moved aside were stunned when they saw Yang Jiuhua's situation, and then they all wanted to stop him.

But since they were all middle-aged or elderly people, and they had already gone far away, it was impossible to stop them.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jiuhua, protecting his face, rushed into the eye of the fire whirlwind and began spinning in the opposite direction.

Within two or three seconds, the disturbed whirlwind subsided.

Ashes filled the air, and the still-burnt paper lay scattered on the ground.

"Brothers, see that? It's very simple, isn't it?"

Just as Yang Jiuhua was about to accept the compliments from the viewers in the live stream, several elderly men and women gathered around him.

"Why did you do this! Do you even know what you just did?!"

An old woman was the first to point at Yang Jiuhua and start criticizing him.

Yang Jiuhua looked completely bewildered.

"Didn't I see the fire and put it out? What's wrong with that? Can't I do that?"

“Young man, is that fire? That’s our ancestors coming to collect their money! You, you…”

An old man said with a pained expression.

"Huh? Is that so? I didn't know!"

Yang Jiuhua still looked bewildered, and his appearance drew disdain from the viewers in the live stream.

However, if Yang Jiuhua dared not do so, he would face more than just criticism.

After obediently apologizing for a while, Yang Jiuhua turned around, picked up the things he had just dropped, and quickly left.

During the process, he also overheard people whispering about him.

They all basically said the same thing: he's going to suffer for doing this!
Yang Jiuhua pretended not to hear.

After leaving the previous place, Yang Jiuhua arrived at the other end of the paper-burning square, where no one knew what he had done.

So, as he laid out the papers on the ground, he looked at his phone and said, "Brothers, you're lucky today. You don't see something like this every time."

"I'll extinguish the paper money with water in a bit, and then the show will basically be over."

"Afterwards, I will edit the video, so that if anyone brings this up in the future, you can just show them the video."

After Yang Jiuhua finished speaking, he saw comments from viewers in the live chat.

"TX001: Host, this is nothing! The common saying isn't about instant karma, but rather that you'll experience bad luck in the future because of it. It'll only have some authority if we look at it at least a year later, right?"

"Mr. Right: The person upstairs is right. We can't tell anything about this kind of thing right now, so today's program isn't over. I see there's a graveyard up there, right? Let's sleep here for the night, otherwise we'll be bored and have nothing to watch all night."

[Ran Zhi Ji Mie gifted a castle in this live stream]

"The annihilation of nature: Sleep?"

Yang Jiuhua smiled.

"Thanks for the castle, boss, but I can't sleep in it. I didn't bring any equipment, and I'm afraid I'll freeze to death if I sleep in it for one night. You'll all think I'm getting my comeuppance."

"How about this, we won't sleep tonight. We'll tell everyone stories at the gravesite to help them fall asleep, okay?"

Seeing the barrage of "yes" comments, Yang Jiuhua lit the yellow paper money for the dead in front of him.

Some helpful people nearby offered to draw a circle around the fire, but Yang Jiuhua nodded his thanks and showed no intention of doing so, continuing to burn the fire as he pleased.

Seeing that most of the fire had burned, Yang Jiuhua took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag and poured it into the fire.

A sizzling sound rang out, attracting the attention of several people nearby.

The person who had just reminded Yang Jiuhua stared wide-eyed. If his fire hadn't already been lit, Yang Jiuhua would have believed that the person would have left immediately.

Yang Jiuhua smiled and nodded to the other person, then headed towards the cemetery not far away, under the watchful eyes of those around him.

At this time, many people were also burning paper money in the cemetery.

Those who burn offerings in the square are all from out of town, while those who burn offerings in the cemetery are all locals.

This time, Yang Jiuhua didn't cause any trouble.

"Brothers, we've done all the performances, but actually, I also do the burning of paper money to worship our ancestors myself."

"Sometimes, people need something to look forward to."

"Although I believe that burning paper money to worship ancestors is a hoax, I cannot deny that it makes me feel better after burning it."

"A person may never lie to others in their lifetime, but they will definitely lie to themselves."

As Yang Jiuhua spoke, the number of viewers in the live stream increased.

It has to be said that in addition to being brave, a ghost-hunting streamer also needs eloquence and insight, which makes them very popular.

It's just that the ghost-hunting field is too small; otherwise, Yang Jiuhua might have really become a big streamer.

Time flies by.

Yang Jiuhua stayed in the cemetery until after 10 p.m. before he could see any more paper figures being burned.

“Brothers, once everyone has left, it’s normal to burn paper money at night, but it’s perfectly normal to do so during major holidays like the Ghost Festival or Chinese New Year.”

"But at the latest, it won't be until midnight, or even midnight."

As Yang Jiuhua spoke, he returned to the square.

He found a clean step and took out the food and drinks from his bag one by one.

"I knew you guys wouldn't let me end the stream. Look what this is! Pig's head meat and drunken peanuts!"

Yang Jiuhua smiled as he opened the oil paper package of pig's head meat. Amidst the curses from the audience in the live stream, he pinched a piece of meat with his hand and put it in his mouth.

He then unscrewed the small bottle of wine and took a small sip.

"Wow! So comfortable! So warm!"

Yang Jiuhua smiled and then picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.

But before he could take a bite, he heard a 'crack' sound.

Yang Jiuhua was taken aback. He turned and looked around, but finding nothing, he chewed on a peanut and muttered to himself, "Did you just hear that sound?" [Washing Machine: Wasn't that the sound of you chewing peanuts?]

"You can have both fruit and pears: No way, that sounds like someone breaking a piece of wood."

"TX001: Is the streamer finally going to see a ghost?"

Yang Jiuhua was suddenly taken aback when he saw the replies from his viewers.

He seemed to remember something, put down the bottle, rummaged in his bag for a while, and then took out something.

"what?"

Yang Jiuhua looked at the cracked peach charm in his hand with surprise.

"Mr. Right: What's wrong with you, streamer? You're carrying around a charm? Aren't you fearless?"

"Ran Zhi Ji Mie: It's over, the house has collapsed!"

"Drum washing machine: What the hell?! How can a house collapse like this?"

"TX001: Speaking of which, streamer, couldn't you have bought a more expensive amulet? This one looks like it was just thrown together haphazardly, how could it possibly work? If you don't have any connections, I can send you some that have been blessed by a master!"

Seeing the teasing from his viewers, Yang Jiuhua laughed and said, "I didn't buy it; a friend gave it to me."

At this point, Yang Jiuhua recalled the contents of that piece of paper.

“My friend and I were classmates at school, and now he’s the director of a funeral home.”

"After learning about my live stream, they sent me some things, saying that the peach wood charm was broken, and told me to take out the talisman and then run to the police station?"

Yang Jiuhua shook his head.

"If such a thing really existed, would running to the police station do any good?"

With that, Yang Jiuhua put away the cracked peach charm.

"But it's a token of my goodwill, so I'll keep it with me."

After Yang Jiuhua finished packing his things, he looked at the comments section. There were far fewer comments than before, with only a few familiar faces remaining.

"Drum washing machine: Funeral home director? You've got quite the connections!"

"You can have both fruit and pears: don't you think there's anything wrong with the peachwood charm breaking?"

"TX001: The curator might actually have some skill. Don't you still have talismans? Let's take them out and have a look. We've got nothing better to do, so let's give it a try!"

"Mr. Right: Come and see, I want to see what a talisman looks like."

"Ran Zhi Ji Mie: The streamer is just one peach wood sword away from turning his live stream into an 'online demon-slaying' channel."

Yang Jiuhua thought about it and realized that this could indeed create some entertainment value.

So he took out the three talismans that were stacked into a triangle.

"Although it's a talisman, it's a little different from what I understand."

"My friend said that to use it, you have to drip blood on it. Shouldn't you be reciting an incantation and saying 'Hurry, hurry, as the law commands'?"

After saying that, Yang Jiuhua looked at his fingers.

"Guys, biting your finger hurts a bit."

[TX001 gave away a sports car in this live stream]

"Okay, thanks for the band-aids, boss!"

After saying that, Yang Jiuhua took out a small knife from his bag, pressed the tip of the knife against his finger, and without blinking, stabbed it.

Viewers in the live stream exclaimed "ruthless!" and "wolf-killer!" upon witnessing this scene.

Yang Jiuhua didn't care. In the early stages of his career, he had suffered many setbacks while running around to make the show, and scrapes and cuts were common occurrences.

Looking at the blood on his fingertip, Yang Jiuhua smeared it onto the three talismans.

After waiting for two or three seconds, Yang Jiuhua shook his head.

"I thought it would spontaneously combust."

As he spoke, he put down the two and opened one of the triangles.

"I must say, this talisman is quite beautifully drawn."

Yang Jiuhua looked at the string of red runes on the talisman and praised it.

Some people in the live chat praised him, but most of them told him to find a place to try it out.

Yang Jiuhua looked around and his gaze fell on the largest pile of ashes not far away. He got up and walked over.

Upon reaching the source, with the help of the light from the equipment, Yang Jiuhua saw the unburned paper pieces hidden among the ashes.

"Huh, this huge pile of ashes... Oh, this must have been stirred up by that whirlwind earlier, and someone swept it all up in one place."

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Yang Jiuhua glanced around and then threw the talisman in his hand into the container.

Nothing happens.

"Brothers, it's no use."

With that, Yang Jiuhua stood up, turned around, and walked back.

"I already said it was a friend's gesture, he's not some kind of master."

"Alright, let's continue eating!"

As Yang Jiuhua spoke, he sat down in his original spot, picked up a piece of pig's head meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was at this moment that he noticed the comments had changed.

"Drum washing machine: Holy crap, can you eat this?"

"You can have both fruit and pears: Host, that's a really tough one!"

"TX001: Well, although this stuff won't kill you, it's unnecessary."

"Ran Zhi Ji Mie: Host, maybe we should just forget about it. We're in the middle of nowhere, and it'll be too late to call an ambulance."

Yang Jiuhua looked down at the thing in his hand, puzzled.

It wasn't pig's head meat at all; it was clearly a piece of paper that hadn't been completely burned!

He spat out a mouthful of black ash.

Lost in thought, he looked up at the place where the pig's head meat should have been placed.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jiuhua felt a chill run down his spine.

There was no pig's head meat there, it was just a burnt bonfire!

……

(End of this chapter)