724: Chapter 713: The Burial 724: Chapter 713: The Burial The crowd slowly and consciously formed into rows and lines, then everyone looked towards the central mourning hall, surrounded by wreaths full of flowers, many from some well-known figures in the Sunan area, even one sent by Xu Hongxing.
Outside the group of Shura Alliance members dressed in black suits and holding black umbrellas were some police officers in uniform, and some fully armed soldiers.
After all, this was the provincial capital city, and with so many people gathering, even the bigwigs of Sunan feared any trouble, which was why the order was directly issued to summon so many people to maintain order at the scene.
Inside the mourning hall, Song Yun saw several people, Li Shishi, Qingluan, and others, but the usually lively and cheerful crowd was now silent, dressed in black women’s suits, looking at Song Yun with expressions of concern and comfort.
“Song Yun, are you okay?” Li Shishi stepped forward and stood in front of Song Yun, asking with concern.
I’m fine,” Song Yun slightly curled his lips, giving what could be considered a smile, then said, “Consider yourselves as Wang Hu’s relatives.
We can’t find Wang Hu’s real relatives.”
Okay, we can!” Li Shishi nodded and led the women to the side of Wang Hu and his wife’s coffins.
Song Yun then said to Li Tang, “Okay, the ceremony can begin.”
Li Tang nodded and walked down.
Before long, the mourning music began.
Then Li Tang, dressed in a Daoist robe, came up, mumbling some words Song Yun could not understand.
Conducting the funeral rites was a very solemn and heavy task, so there’s no need to dwell on that here.
By the time the funeral rites were over, about three or four hours had passed, and more and more Shura Alliance members were gathering in front of the mourning hall because Shura Alliance’s influence reached throughout Sunan.
Even Song Yun himself did not know how many members there were, and the only one who probably knew very clearly, Wang Hu, now lay in his coffin.
In these four or so hours, the number of Shura Alliance members outside the mourning hall had increased from over a thousand earlier to now seemingly about three thousand.
Those who came wore identical black suits with white cloth tied around their arms; some held umbrellas, while others stood in the rain, lined up.
Due to the sheer number of people, those arriving later couldn’t even see the mourning hall at the front.
The rain grew heavier and heavier.
After the public mourning was over, it was time for relatives and friends to say their last goodbyes.
Li Shishi and the others, as Wang Hu’s relatives, naturally stood at the host’s position to greet the visitors.
The first to step forward was naturally Song Yun himself.
Song Yun placed a bunch of white flowers in front of Wang Hu’s coffin and laid Wang Hu’s ring on top of the coffin, saying, “Brother Hu, you left too soon.
I regret not having the chance to drink with you one more time.
Life is but a few decades.
You went before us; it might be a bit lonely, but don’t worry, every year I’ll burn some beauties for you to keep you from feeling too lonely!” Song Yun paused, then shook his head and continued, “I forgot your wife is with you too, haha, Sister-in-law, I’ll take good care of Long Ba, you just rest assured.
You and Brother Hu wait below; soon, those who harmed you will join you.”
After speaking, Song Yun walked over to Li Shishi and said, “I’m Wang Hu’s brother, practically family.”
Mm,” Li Shishi reached out and took Song Yun’s hand, saying, “We are all Wang Hu’s family.”
Following Song Yun, Black Flood Dragon came up, with Xiao Hei beside him.
The usually lively Xiao Hei now carried a demeanor of solemnity and sorrow.
“Hu B, I won’t say much.
In the next life, we will still be brothers.
You just wait for me down there; before you know it, I will join you.
Remember to have the money ready for the poker debts you owe me.” After Black Flood Dragon finished, he placed his flowers on top of Wang Hu’s coffin, and Xiao Hei too placed a bunch of flowers.
Afterward came Zhao Yan, Jue Wu, Hua Manlou, Meng Ku, and others with martial prowess.
Then came Xie zi and others, followed by ordinary Shura Alliance members.
More than an hour later, basically everyone who was supposed to come to see Wang Hu for the last time did.
People from Sunan’s upper society also came one after another to express their condolences.
Director Wang did not come in person, but his secretary did.
“Director Wang asked me to tell you to keep a low profile,” the secretary whispered after laying down his flowers.
A flash of violence crossed Song Yun’s face, “My brother Song Yun has left, and he deserves a glorious farewell.”
He sighed and said no more, but walked towards the outskirts of the crowd to instruct his subordinates to turn a blind eye if anything happened later.
With such a big event, naturally, some media followed.
Under Song Yun’s orders, only Lin Yu’s people were granted access to the scene.
Other media outlets were unexceptionally blocked outside.
If anyone dared to spout off or make a fuss, the grieving Shura Alliance members would not hesitate to let them experience pain.
“Condolences,” Lin Yu said softly to Song Yun.
Mm, I know,” Song Yun nodded and said, “You know what to shoot and what not to shoot, right?”
Mm, I understand,” Lin Yu nodded to indicate he understood.
“I want your station to do a live broadcast.
I want the whole world to see that my brother Song Yun, even in death, leaves with glory many times that of others,” Song Yun said with narrowed eyes.
“This…
I need to apply to my station,” Lin Yu hesitated and said.
“I’ve already talked to the TV station people,” came the voice of Shen Yan from outside.
“Alright then,” Lin Yu said, “Is the live broadcast van on-site?”
“It’s already here, and your province’s helicopters are out too,” Shen Yan said, “You just take care of the reporting.”
“Helicopters too?” Lin Yu’s face changed slightly, then he nodded seriously and said, “I understand.”
“Thanks,” Song Yun said, looking at Shen Yan.
“No need for that between brothers,” Shen Yan shook his head and placed a bunch of flowers next to Wang Hu’s coffin, saying, “Brother Wang Hu, it’s Shen Yan.
We’ve drunk together.
I rushed over from out of town as soon as I heard about the accident, sorry if I’m late.
Don’t take it to heart, and we’ll drink together again when I get there.”
Following Shen Yan, several more groups came, including those sent by small cliques to pay their respects, and a series of people linked with Song Yun by business interests such as the Green Sect.
By around five o’clock in the afternoon, the affairs at the mourning hall were nearly settled.
Next was the burial, and as per the customs in Sunan, cremation was the norm.
The vehicle carrying Wang Hu and his wife’s coffins slowly drove towards the crematorium on the other side of Sunan.
In front of the hearse was a line of black Audis, followed by Bentleys carrying Song Yun and others, with more black Audis trailing behind.
The long procession drove onto the elevated bridge.
Sunan traffic police, upon receiving instructions from certain individuals, specifically cordoned off the route leading to the crematorium.