Sure enough, from the mourning hall of the Du family's ancestral home, a hearse without a license plate started slowly and headed towards the location of the cemetery.
Along the way, everyone from the Lu family and the Xiong family were dressed in sackcloth, with white flowers on their chests, looking like filial sons and grandsons.
Lu Hongzhen and Xiong Renjie, who had been lifelong rivals with Du Liang, even personally carried Du Liang's coffin.
Not long after, the hearse finally arrived at the cemetery.
Lu Hongzhen and Xiong Renjie personally took action and lifted Du Liang's coffin.
This picture directly shocked the scene.
"What? Are those the first elder and second elder of the Tianmen Village Presbyterian Church?"
"Aren't these two people always at odds with Du Liang?"
"Why not only did you come to support the spirit today, but you also had to carry the coffin yourself?"
"It seems that Prince Du has really embraced someone who is unimaginable! Otherwise, how could people like Lu Hongzhen and Xiong Renjie give in so easily?"
Soon, the auspicious time for burial arrived.
The sound of suona came from all around.
As the saying goes: of all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall, the thousand-year-old pipa, the ten-thousand-year-old zither, and the erhu playing for a lifetime.
The play ends as soon as the suona sounds, the music sounds, the cloth is covered, and the whole village, young and old, waits for the food to be served, walking and carrying it, followed by a white.
Seeing the children of the Du family kneeling down one by one, seeing the children of the Lu family and the Xiong family starting to become filial sons and grandsons one by one, seeing Du Liang's coffin being slowly carried forward...
The atmosphere in the venue became increasingly dull.
The staff who had been prepared early began to scatter gray-white paper money around.
The coffin passed through the drizzle of paper money, which made people feel extremely miserable.
Finally, we arrived in front of the tomb.
Ye Hao and Prince Du, dressed in white, stood on the left and right.
Ye Hao glanced at Prince Du, and instead of overshadowing him, he motioned for him to come forward.
Prince Du nodded slightly, stepped forward and said loudly: "Everyone, thank you for coming to attend my father's funeral today!"
"Everyone come together!"
"A bow!"
"Two bows!"
"Three bows!"
"Family members respond!"
"Buried in a coffin!"
Soon, the simple and grand ceremony ended. Prince Du waved his hand, and some of the Du family members had already picked up shovels, preparing to shovel the earth after the coffin entered the tomb.
"Who said old dog Du Liang can be buried peacefully!"
"The Du family is a guilty family, and Du Liang is a guilty person!"
"Letting him be buried peacefully like this will chill us righteous people!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a group of neat footsteps coming from the entrance of the cemetery.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people pushed away the surrounding guests and appeared in a menacing manner.
Prince Du looked over subconsciously, his eyes darkening slightly.
Huo Yuanhu, Zhu Guanglu and other guests also looked over, with dull expressions on their faces, as if they had expected this scene.
As for Ye Hao, he glanced at the Du family disciples behind him and said: "You guys, go down and dig the grave deeper..."
"The people who put the bottom of the coffin are here..."
Hearing this, gasps suddenly came from all around.
All the guests looked at each other in confusion.
Just from listening to Ye Hao's words, everyone knew that today's funeral was destined to not be spent peacefully...
A large group of guests all stepped back with a "clatter" and gave way to an open space in the venue.