"I'm going, it turns out that it's a big guy with a war zone background. I'll tell you why so many big guys in Hanjiang are here!"

Fatty Wang, hiding in the crowd, exclaimed, feeling another scared.

He only now realized that his actions just now were dancing on the tip of a knife!

The armored vehicle stopped slowly.

"Everyone has it, get off!"

As a loud voice sounded, a group of solemn-faced soldiers jumped out of the car and quickly lined up in two lines.

Although they were just a simple move, their ability still had some natural deterrence.

In an instant, a lot of noisy sounds around were suppressed.

However, as Zhao Wenjie, wearing a Samsung war uniform, got out of the car, the noise around him resounded again.

"Three...Three Star General? Could this be the Zhao family's son Zhao Wenjie with a promising future?"

"Such a young three-star general must be Zhao Wenjie!"

"Look, Zhao Wenjie is following, but Tang Long, the deputy commander of the Hanjiang War Zone!"

"Strange, the deputy commander has come, why didn't the commander appear?"

...

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Zhao Wenjie led a group of soldiers and walked towards the mourning hall in neat steps.

All the warriors' steps are silent, this is respect for the undead!

And as these people stepped up step by step, the noise around them weakened again.

In such a solemn scene, not many people dare to talk nonsense.

"Sacrifice to the Spirit!"

Zhao Wenjie walked to the main entrance of the mourning hall and before he entered, he shouted solemnly.

Immediately, hundreds of soldiers behind him quickly took off their hats and held them in their hands.

A deep silence to pay homage to the dead.

Yang Fei stepped forward to return the gift, and then led Zhao Wenjie, Tang Long and others to Ling Feng.

"Heavenly Lord, please mourn me!"

Zhao Wenjie said with a sad face.

Ling Feng nodded lightly: "Put the incense stick."

Zhao Wenjie, Tang Long and others took the incense handed over by Aunt Bai and bowed respectfully three times!

Mr. Bai saw everything in his eyes, and repeatedly praised Ling Feng for his promisingness, and felt extremely comforted.

The dead are irreversible, and the living can live better. This is the greatest comfort to the dead.

With Zhao Wenjie, Tang Long and others knelt on both sides of the mourning hall, Tang Ru and other juniors also came to their senses and knelt on the ground one after another.

They completely regarded themselves as their own people, and Ling Feng also accused of this.

Everyone just knelt down like this, without saying a word, only the mourning songs in the mourning hall kept echoing.

But in this case, no one dared to complain.

After half an hour, Yang Fei walked behind Ling Feng and said in a deep voice: "Tianzun, the time has come!"

Ling Feng immediately stood up: "Get up! Funeral!"

The sound fell, Yang Fei and Zhao Wenjie separated on both sides. Tang Long and a few people walked to the coffin, and at the same time lifted the crystal coffin, walked out step by step with heavy steps.

At the front, hundreds of soldiers brought by Zhao Wenjie were the way out!

Bang bang bang bang!

The salute sounded, and the hearts of everyone around him trembled.

Such specifications will never appear again even if Tang Long dies!

And this made everyone increasingly difficult to guess who the deceased was.

Ling Feng held Ling Xiaoran, holding the portrait of Ling Yan and his wife, while Aunt Bai supported Old Man Bai and walked in front of the coffin with Ling Feng.

And after everyone walked past those big guys, a shocking scene appeared again!

None of these Hanjiang bosses got up, all knelt on the ground, walked with their knees, and followed the funeral procession!

Wear mourning!

Let's kneel down and bow!

This was what Ling Feng told them, and no one dared not to obey at this moment.

While everyone was humiliated, they also added a little more anxiety. Why haven’t the people of Wuhu Group arrived yet?

Could it be that you were scared by the current scene?

This is absolutely impossible. These people are just enough to shock the people around you who are watching the fun!

As the powerful men from all sides knelt down and bowed, the crowd around them subconsciously followed them!

The shock in their hearts is indescribable!

"What's going on? Why are these people kneeling on the ground and following them!"

"Damn, this is not going to the Junsongling Cemetery five kilometers away, right?"

"Impossible, the distance is too far. At such a long distance, let alone they kneel on the ground and rub it over, even if we walk with our legs, we will wear the feet!"

...

There was constant noise and discussion, but as the distance continued to widen, the voices of the people behind became weaker and weaker!

Because they found that it was the direction to the Junsongling Cemetery, and the powerful men from all sides in front still knelt on the ground and followed, and no one dared to make a move.

At first, their crying was false, but later many people really cried.

Because their knees were worn out, only three kilometers away, dazzling blood marks were left on the street.

However, no one came to stop such a terrifying scene on the street, and even the vehicles approaching did not dare to honk the whistle!

In the end, there are fewer people following behind.

Because of fear!

All the people who followed felt inexplicable fear!

The next fun is not something they can watch, otherwise there will be really danger!

Of course, there are also some who are not afraid of death, who just drive the car behind them.

The bloody road is paved to my brother!

Ling Feng's eyes were cold and sad. He could not be resurrected when he died, and he could only give his elder brother a good journey.

And today Ling Feng does not allow any accidents to happen!

Above the Junsongling Cemetery, the staff in charge of the burial of the funeral home have long disappeared.

In addition to the tombstones, there is a faint white mist around it. It is already eight o'clock now, but the sun has not appeared. I don't know how long the fog will last.

Step by step!

The sound of footsteps rang out in the open cemetery, and the soldiers who were opening the way accelerated.

In a blink of an eye, they had already stood in front of the cemetery, and the Han River bosses who were kneeling and admiring and walking forward all knelt on a small square in front of the tomb.

The atmosphere in the audience was extremely solemn and even a little depressing.

"put!"

Yang Fei finished speaking, and the two coffins fell heavily into the tomb pit!

Uncle Bai and Aunt Bai secretly wiped their tears, and Xiao Ran couldn't help crying again.

Even Ling Feng's eyes felt a little sore.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the audience was extremely sad.

Old Mr. Bai took a step forward, grabbed a handful of loess from the ground and sprinkled it in: "Xiao Yan, Xiao Ying, you can go all the way!"

This is an indispensable etiquette step for him, his elder.

However, Ling Feng slightly stopped Mr. Bai: "Mr. Bai, please wait a moment."

"Little Feng, this place has arrived, so it's better to let people get buried earlier."

Old Mr. Bai looked back at Ling Feng, a little puzzled.

He thought Ling Feng was too sad and reluctant to bury his elder brother.

Ling Feng's eyes turned cold at this moment, and he said in a cold voice: "I have found the people who forced my brother to death. Now, I want them to bury my brother with me!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Bai couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Ling Feng turned around and shouted at Yang Fei: "Push up!"
Chapter completed!