After the broadcast ended, Shark Platform’s official website, official Weibo, and other official channels received numerous complaints.

[You have one minute to show the replay of the livestream of #Greet the Sun, Rise from Clouds! ]

[My whole family is still trying to get the video. Hurry and hand it over! I can’t stop my 40-meter sword any more.]

In addition to the audience, there were other livestreaming platforms fanning the flames.

Staff of the Shark Platform checked and found that many water armies hired by their rival livestreaming platforms were leading the rhythm, saying that the Shark Platform had a bad attitude and they hoped that she would sign a contract with other livestreaming platforms instead.

Snowflake, the industry leader, even posted a message on its official account: [Welcome to our livestream! We will prepare a brand new custom contract for you, with even more benefits than our previous top-tier S-class contract.]

Shark Platform: “???”

The Shark Platform wiped away a few bitter tears. It was not that they did not want the audience to record and take screenshots, nor did they not want to do livestream replay. The problem clearly lay with the livestream channel itself.

Today, their company platform seemed to have been hacked, and the livestream channel of #Greet the Sun, Rise from Clouds opened. It could not be closed at all. They tried to disconnect the server connection corresponding to the livestream channel, but the livestream channel just kept running.

A consensus emerged in everyone’s mind: their company has been hacked by a terrifying hacker team!

Faced with a wave of doubts, they were about to explain that they were attacked by hackers, but they suddenly received a call from the Chairman.

“Don’t worry about that livestream channel. Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it. I said it three times because it’s important. Do you hear me?”

The staff asked hurriedly, “Many people say we are targeting the #Greet the Sun, Rise from Clouds channel. What should we do?”

Chairman Chen sighed deeply, thinking back to the call he had just received. A strong feeling of excitement scratched his heartstrings. He said mysteriously, “Don’t worry about it. Let them wait. They will know when the time comes.”

“All right.”

So the Shark Platform lay flat, like a salted fish. No matter how much the platform users scolded them, they did not respond at all.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

The funeral industry was now very well developed, and one-stop services were very convenient. After the family paid the fees, they didn’t have to rush around anymore like in ancient times—they just needed to wait quietly.

Nancheng Crematorium was the largest crematorium in Nancheng, and in front of the crematorium was the funeral home.

After the cremation, the ashes would be placed in an urn. After a period of time, the family could come to the funeral home to attend the funeral service.

Back then, the management of crematoriums was lax, and family members could apply to enter the room and watch their lying relatives and friends being sent to the crematorium.

A person went in, and a pile of burnt bones and ashes came out. The staff used tools to crush the leftover bones into ashes and put them into an urn.

But now the management was very strict, and you could no longer go in to watch, even if you give money to the staff.

So Zhang Fan’s mother waited at the door for a long time, and what she got was a small, carefully selected urn.

She was overwhelmed by waves of numbness, and her husband and other family members looked at her from time to time, worried that she would collapse.

But she just held the urn, her face pale. She didn’t cry because she had already cried all her tears dry.

Zhang Fan’s mother looked up at the entrance of the crematorium. There was a lot of traffic outside the door. Many people who were very traditional and dressed in mourning got out of their cars and walked into the crematorium.

Many people had a numb expression on their faces, showing extreme heartache. They didn’t show it and didn’t cry.

They’re probably like me, having cried all their tears in the hospital and having to accept reality by the time they arrived at the crematorium.

Some person in the crowd still refused to believe their loved ones’ death. The wailing voice of a middle-aged woman reached their ears. “Haichen just started college, he just got a girlfriend, how could he die…”

The people next to her sighed and kept comforting her. “That damn drunk driver, he will go to Hell sooner or later.”

“Xiao Wei is already dead. Don’t hurt yourself by crying. He will definitely be sad to see you like this.”

The middle-aged woman looked at her husband, her voice choking with sobs. “I don’t think he’s gone. I was taking a nap at home that day, and I vaguely heard someone whisper in my ear, ‘Mom, I’m leaving.’ I didn’t take it seriously, and when I woke up I found out he’d been in a car accident.”

“Do you think Haichen is back?”

Her husband held her shoulders and sighed deeply, unwilling to burst her fantasy, “Maybe.”

Zhang Fan’s mother withdrew her gaze, feeling confused. Oh, it was either a car accident or the driver was drunk driving.

I don’t know if it’s the same car accident.

The news announcement released by the local TV station did not disclose any information except that three people had died in the accident.

She couldn’t help but look up at her husband with a sad expression, and lowered her voice, “Do you think that was just her hallucination?”

Her husband nodded without hesitation. “There are no ghosts or gods in this world. Death is like the extinguishing of a light. She may just be missing her child too much, which has caused her memory confusion and auditory hallucinations.”

When the husband thought of Fanfan, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles. He endured the pain to comfort his wife and made up a fairy tale, “The dead are gone, and Fanfan may have turned into a star in the sky.”

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: I don’t know what happens after people die. But when my older sister died in the hospital after a long illness, our Dad was at home recuperating. When we went home to tell him, he said he already knew and was expecting the news—he had seen my sister at home.

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