The crowd slowly stood in rows and rows, and then everyone looked at the mourning hall in the center. The mourning hall was filled with wreaths, many of which were sent by some local celebrities in southern Jiangsu, and one of them was even sent by Xu Hongxing.

Outside these Shura League personnel wearing black suits, black trousers, holding black umbrellas, there were some JCs wearing police uniforms, and some WJs carrying guns and live ammunition.

After all, this is a provincial capital, and so many people gather together, even the boss of southern Jiangsu is afraid of something, so he directly ordered so many people to come and maintain order on the scene.

In the mourning hall, Song Yun saw a few people, Li Shishi Qingluan and others. However, the lively and cheerful people were now silent, wearing black women's suits, and each looked at Song Yun with a look of concern and comfort.

"Song Yun, are you okay?" Li Shishi walked forward a few steps, stood in front of Song Yun, and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Song Yun grinned slightly, laughed, and then said, "You should just treat it as Wang Hu's relatives. We can't find Wang Hu's relatives."

"Yes, yes!" Li Shishi nodded and took the girls to the coffin of Wang Hu and his wife.

Song Yun said to Li Tang, "Okay, the ceremony can begin."

Li Tang nodded and walked down.

Soon, the sorrow and joy rang.

Then Li Tang walked up wearing a Taoist robe of the Heavenly Master, and from time to time he muttered some words that Song Yun couldn't understand.

Doing public morality is a very serious and heavy thing, so I won’t talk about it here.

After the public morality was completed, three or four hours had passed, and the Shura League personnel gathered in front of the mourning hall. Because the Shura League personnel radiated to the entire southern Jiangsu, even Song Yun himself did not know how many people there were in the Shura League. Wang Hu, who might be very clear, is now lying in the coffin.

In these four hours, the number of Shura League personnel outside the mourning hall increased from more than 1,000 to about 3,000 people now. People coming here were all wearing uniform black suits with white cloth tied on their arms. Some had umbrellas, while others were queuing in the rain. Because there were too many people, the people coming from behind could not even see the mourning hall in front.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

After the public morality is completed, relatives and friends come to meet for the last time. Li Shishi and others, as Wang Hu's relatives, naturally stood in the position of the host to receive the visitors.

The first one to step forward was naturally Song Yun.

Song Yun put a bouquet of white flowers in front of Wang Hu's coffin, and then placed Wang Hu's ring on the coffin, saying, "Brother Hu, you've gone too fast, I'm sorry I couldn't drink with you again. Life is only a few decades. If you go ahead, you may be a little lonely, but it doesn't matter, I will burn a few beauties for you every year so that you won't be lonely!" Song Yun said, paused for a moment, then shook his head, and said, "I forgot that my sister-in-law is still with you. Haha, sister-in-law, I will take good care of Long Ba. Don't worry, you and Brother Hu are waiting below. Soon, those who have harmed you will go down to accompany you."

After saying that, Song Yun walked to Li Shishi and said, "I am Wang Hu's brother, and I am half a relative."

"Yes." Li Shishi reached out and held Song Yun's hand and said, "We are all Wang Hu's relatives."

After Song Yun came up with the black dragon, Xiao Hei followed him. At this time, Xiao Hei no longer had the flying gaze, but was replaced by a sense of solemnity and sadness."

"Hub, I won't say much. In the next life, we will be brothers. Let me wait for you. In the blink of an eye, I will go down to accompany you. Remember to prepare the money you owe me to Landlord." After Hei Jiao said that, he placed the flowers in his hand on Wang Hu's coffin, and Xiao Hei also put a bouquet of flowers on it.

Next, it was Zhao Yan, who was awakened, the flowers were filled with flowers, the drought, and the force of the army.

Then, there were people like Scorpion, and later, there were a group of ordinary Shura League personnel.

More than an hour later, the people who should have basically met Wang Hu for the last time came to meet him, and some people from the upper class in southern Jiangsu also came to express their condolences.

Wang Dong did not come in person, but his secretary came.

"Mr. Wang asked me to tell you, try to keep a low profile." The secretary whispered after giving his flowers.

A trace of violence flashed across Song Yun's face, "Since my brother Song Yun has left, he will have to leave with glory."

"Oh." He sighed, and did not speak anymore, but walked outside the crowd and told his subordinates to wait and turn a blind eye if there was anything.

Things are so big here, so naturally some news media followers. Under Song Yun's instruction, only Lin Yu's people got the opportunity to enter the scene, while other news media were all blocked. If anyone dared to say a few words or shout a few words, the grieving Shura League staff would not mind letting them experience what pain is.

"Sadness." Lin Yu whispered to Song Yun.

"Yeah, I know." Song Yun nodded and said, "You know what to shoot and what not to shoot."

"Yeah, understand." Lin Yu nodded and said that he understood.

"I want your station to do a live broadcast, and I want everyone in the world to see that even if I leave, my brother Song Yun can still walk countless times more glorious than others." Song Yun said with his eyes narrowed.

"This... I want to apply like the station." Lin Yu hesitated for a moment and said.

"I have already told the people on the TV station." Shenyan's voice came from outside.

"Okay," Lin Yu said, "Did the live signal car come out?"

"It's already out, and your helicopter from Taiwan has also come out." Shen Yan said, "You just need to be responsible for reporting it."

"Have the helicopters come out?" Lin Yu's face changed slightly, then he nodded seriously and said, "I understand."

"Thank you." Song Yun looked at Shen Yan and said.

"Brother, don't talk about those things." Shen Yan shook his head, put a bouquet of flowers next to Wang Hu's coffin, and said, "Brother Wang Hu, I am Shen Yan. We have drunk wine. When you know something happened, you rushed over from other places. Please don't mind if you are slower, let's drink together when I go down."

After the Shenyan, several more people came, including the small circle group sent to pay their respects, as well as Qingzong and his series of people who had interests and Song Yun.

It was about five o'clock in the afternoon that the matter at the mourning hall was basically over, and then it was naturally buried. The custom of southern Jiangsu was cremation. Naturally, the car carrying Wang Hu and his wife's coffin slowly drove towards the crematorium located on the other side of southern Jiangsu.

In front of the hearse, there are a row of black Audis driving, and behind the hearse, there is a Bentley following Song Yun and others, and behind Song Yun, there is also a black Audi.

The traffic police in southern Jiangsu, after receiving instructions from some people, put the road leading to the crematorium on martial law.
Chapter completed!