Chapter 6

Holy crap! This skill is heaven-defying, isn't it?

This is the highest realm of funeral work!

Su Meng was playing with more and more gusto; why hadn't he realized before that the suona, this hooligan of instruments, was so satisfying?

This tune wasn't very long.

A few minutes later, Su Meng put down the suona, still wanting more.

The suona sound stopped, and the crying gradually stopped.

At the gate, the old man patted the shoulders of the middle-aged men comfortingly.

"Seeing you cry so sadly, I know your feelings for your grandfather are truly deep."

"For your grandfather to have such filial grandsons, his life wasn't in vain."

The surrounding crowd also nodded secretly.

These grandsons were crying so genuinely, not faking it at all; these are truly filial sons and grandsons!

The middle-aged men were also puzzled; why did I cry so sadly?

But it's a good thing that others praise you for being filial.

"Seventh Uncle, please go inside, my father and the others are keeping watch over the coffin."

The old man nodded and walked in slowly.

A middle-aged man scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"Big Brother, why couldn't I hold back just now?"

The eldest brother was also a bit puzzled.

"I know everyone is filial, but the person is already gone, let's not be too sad."

"Father and the others are old, we need to do more for this funeral."

"We've cried ourselves out, who's going to handle things?"

The brothers nodded, just about to speak, when another sad suona sound came.

The infinite sorrow in everyone's hearts was evoked.

One by one, they couldn't hold back anymore and started wailing loudly again.

In an instant, the funeral hall was once again surrounded by crying.

In front of the suona troupe, the Li Family Troupe leader was dumbfounded.

He swallowed and asked weakly.

"Old Wang, where did you invite this Great Master from? This skill is amazing!"

"And what is this tune? I've been doing funeral work for so many years, how come I've never heard it?"

Wang Wang Laowu's expression was also a bit strange.

"You might not believe it, but I picked this Great Master up from the street!"

What? The Li Family Troupe leader's eyes almost popped out.

Picked up? You picked up a suona Great Master with heaven-defying skills from the street?

Wang Wang Laowu continued.

"These tunes of his, he wrote them all himself!"

"The one he just played is called 'Crying at the Fifth Watch', and this one is called 'Crying to the Emperor of Heaven'."

"He has many more tunes, like 'The Grand Funeral', 'Song of the Blue Sky', 'Song of the Crying Farewell', 'The Peaceful Road to the West'..."

Hearing him count these tunes, which you could tell what they were for just by the names, the Li Family Troupe leader became even more confused.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

I've been playing funeral music for over twenty years, how come I don't know a single one of these tunes?

New book journey begins, begging for all kinds of data!

At this moment, Su Meng was playing with more and more gusto.

Various rural funeral tunes from his past life came one after another.

In the live stream, almost all the netizens were dumbfounded.

Isn't your lethality a bit too high?

Whoever hears it cries?

This is practically a causality weapon, isn't it?

Fortunately, the netizens in the live stream had become smart and turned off the sound, so they weren't affected.

They could turn off the sound, but the people on the scene couldn't.

Following Su Meng's tunes, the crying on the scene came in waves, almost unable to stop.

Those in the suona troupe, except for the gong, drum, and clapper players who subconsciously followed the rhythm, were all stunned.

This funeral suona Great Master, isn't his skill too amazing?

After another tune, the middle-aged grandsons barely stopped crying.

They looked at each other and found that their eyes were red and swollen.

The eldest brother's voice was thick with a nasal tone.

"Second Brother, Third Brother, you guys take it easy, don't cry yourselves to death."

The second brother wiped his tears, his voice hoarse.

"I don't know why, but hearing this suona sound, I think of how good Grandfather was to us, and I can't help but cry."

The third brother nodded, just about to speak, when a commotion came from the funeral hall behind them.

Someone walked out quickly and said loudly.

"You three hurry up and help, your father has cried himself into a faint!"

What? The three brothers were shocked and quickly ran in.

The funeral hall was already a bit chaotic; an old man beside the coffin had a face full of tears and was unconscious.

Several people quickly stepped forward, some pressing his philtrum, some helping him breathe.

A moment later, the old man finally let out a long breath and opened his eyes.

Seeing the brothers all there, he grabbed the eldest brother.

"Eldest, where did you invite this suona troupe from today? The impact is too strong."

"As soon as I hear it, I think of how difficult it was for your grandfather, and I can't help but cry."

"Why don't you tell that suona master to take it easy."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that today, not only will you send Grandfather off, but your old father here will be sent off too!"

The eldest brother suddenly realized.

So it wasn't just the three brothers who cried when they heard the suona? Even his own father couldn't handle it?

He quickly agreed and ran out.

Just as he ran to the gate, he saw Su Meng picking up the suona again and bringing it to his lips.

The eldest brother's face turned green, and he quickly shouted loudly.

"Master! Please show mercy!"

In his anxiety, his voice became sharp.

Su Meng was in the middle of playing with gusto, and this shout gave him a fright.

Just as he was about to speak, the eldest brother had already rushed up and grabbed his hand.

"Master! Great Master! Please, take a break."

Su Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead and chuckled.