Old Mr. Bai finished speaking, dropped his walking stick, and walked step by step towards the inner hall.
Mrs. Bai, heartbroken, supported Old Mr. Bai, and soon they reached the coffins. Together, as the elder relatives, they lifted the coffins!
This was a local custom in Hanjiang. Ling Yan had no other relatives except for his brother, Ling Feng. Ling Feng spread his arms, hoisted the two coffins, and walked outwards.
Yang Fei and the others could only stand by, unable to intervene!
The coffins were moved out step by step, finally placed before the memorial tablet in the main hall.
"Wuwu, Daddy, Mommy..."
Ling Xiaoran's sorrowful cries were heard.
Ling Feng looked up and saw Tang Ru carrying Ling Xiaoran as she walked in.
She glanced at Ling Feng, then placed Ling Xiaoran on the ground.
Ling Xiaoran immediately rushed to the coffins and cried loudly!
Although she was still very young and didn't even know what death truly meant, she knew that after today, she would never see her parents again.
Mrs. Bai stopped Ling Xiaoran, crying sadly, "Alas, my poor child!"
Ling Xiaoran was already sobbing uncontrollably, showing signs of fainting.
Ling Feng sighed and looked back at Tang Ru.
He didn't blame Tang Ru for bringing Xiaoran here. Although it was cruel to Xiaoran, she needed to be present today.
"Heavenly Venerate, the mourning hall is ready! Those people should be arriving soon!" Yang Fei walked over and reported softly.
Ling Feng nodded and was about to help Old Mr. Bai sit by the memorial tablet when he saw a black car outside brake sharply and stop abruptly.
Then, a portly man got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and cursed.
The man, as if worried about rain, rushed into the funeral home. He scanned the area, locked onto Ling Feng, and called out, "You, you get out of this hall immediately! My old mother died, and I couldn't find a spot in any funeral homes. This damn world, there's no place to put a dead person!"
Hearing this, Ling Feng's face turned icy.
Ling Feng had already booked this funeral home. Did this guy, who claimed to have looked everywhere for a spot, mean there was a spot here?
This was clearly taking advantage of Ling Feng's small group, thinking they were easy to bully!
If it were just this, Ling Feng would have ignored him.
But that dead fatty's remark, "This damn world, there's no place to put a dead person!" was too disrespectful to the deceased.
Moreover, it was his own mother who had died. How could Ling Feng tolerate him?
Before Ling Feng could speak, Yang Fei stepped forward, intending to drive the fatty away.
But seeing Ling Feng staring at him without speaking, the fatty directly took out several thousand yuan from his wallet and disdainfully threw it at Ling Feng's feet.
"What are you looking at, kid? I'm giving you money! Use this money to properly bury your dead!"
"What? Still not enough! You're really trying to profit from misfortune!"
"Fine, I, Old Wang, am not stingy. I have money, here, ten thousand! Heh heh, this is a check, do you know how to cash it?"
This fatty, surnamed Wang, became increasingly arrogant as he spoke, even taking out his checkbook and writing a ten-thousand-yuan check for Ling Feng!
"You court death!"
Seeing this idiotic, slightly wealthy man dare to insult Ling Feng like this, Yang Fei's killing intent erupted.
The aura he exuded stunned the fatty.
However, Yang Fei was ultimately stopped by Ling Feng before he could kill the fatty surnamed Wang.
"Heavenly Venerate, this fatty deserves to die..."
"This is my elder brother and sister-in-law's mourning hall. Don't dirty it."
Ling Feng's calm words suppressed Yang Fei's killing intent.
The fatty, surnamed Wang, also recovered and took two steps back, then began to curse at Yang Fei.
"What the hell are you? You want to fight me? Do you know who I am?"
"See that building on the corner? That's mine. Hundreds of people live there, and I get tens of thousands of yuan in rent every day. You poor beggars..."
Screech...
Before the fatty surnamed Wang could finish boasting, the sound of car tires frictioning against the ground suddenly came from outside.
There was also the roar of luxury car engines.
The fatty surnamed Wang was clearly sensitive to these sounds and immediately looked back.
His first glance saw his car being smashed away by a Rolls-Royce, and his face instantly turned pale!
"Damn it, driving a Rolls-Royce makes you so arrogant? How dare you hit my car..." The fatty yelled and was about to rush out.
But before he could rush out, someone got out of the Rolls-Royce. He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit, with a white flower on his chest, and was a middle-aged man with a solemn expression.
And this face was definitely not unfamiliar to the fatty; he often saw him in the media!
"Qin, Patriarch Qin Zhiming? Holy crap, did his old mother die too, and there are no funeral homes to put the dead?" The fatty exclaimed with wide eyes.
Click, click, click...
The doors of rows of luxury cars opened, and the fatty's eyes couldn't keep up. Then his lips trembled, his tongue stumbled, and he mumbled incoherently.
"This... this is steel magnate Wang Ping, holy crap, Hanjiang's oil tycoon Zhou Yan..."
"Impossible, that's Hu Deqiang? He's a billionaire, how could he come to this kind of..."
"Qinglong Society's Sun Ming! Holy crap!"
"Hanjiang Chamber of Commerce President Chu Jianghai?"
"And Mayor Number One Li Zhenggang, damn it, Li Zhenggang is here, how is this possible!"
"And, that's the Jiang family's old lady?!"
...
As the fatty surnamed Wang kept mumbling, Yang Fei's anger subsided.
This fatty had some discernment; he recognized most of these people!
Ling Feng, however, looked at everyone present with a detached expression.
Among these people, few had come willingly.
But today, they had to wear mourning clothes and kneel here!
This was their only chance to atone for their sins and live!