Chapter 16: You Were Supposed to Send Off the Dead—You Nearly Sent the Living Away Too?

By now, Su Meng was getting more and more worked up as he played.

One after another, he pulled out all the funeral tunes he'd learned in his past life back in the countryside.

Almost every viewer in the livestream was dumbfounded.

Isn't the killing power of this a little too much?

Anyone who hears it will cry?

This freaking thing is basically a causality weapon, alright?

Luckily, the viewers in the livestream had all wised up by now; one by one they'd muted the sound so they weren't affected.

They could mute the sound, but the people on site couldn't.

Along with Su Meng's tunes, the crying on site came in wave after wave, almost nonstop.

Apart from the suona band members who were instinctively keeping time on gongs, drums, wooden clappers, and cymbals, the rest of them had long since been stunned silly.

This master funeral-suona player—his skill is honestly way too shocking, isn't it?

……

After another tune came to an end, the few middle-aged men of the Sun Zi generation barely managed to stop their crying.

They exchanged a look and found each other's eyes were all red and swollen.

Even the eldest brother's voice had a heavy nasal tone.

"Second brother, third brother, take it easy too, don't cry yourselves into oblivion."

The second brother wiped at his tears; his voice had gone a bit hoarse.

"I don't know why, but hearing this suona, I just remembered how good Grandpa used to be to us, and I couldn't help wanting to cry."

The third brother nodded, just about to speak, when suddenly a burst of commotion came from the mourning hall behind them.

Someone hurried out and said loudly.

"You three, come help quick—your dad's fainted from crying!"

Huh? The three brothers were startled and rushed inside.

The mourning hall was already in some disarray; beside the coffin, an old man's face was covered in tears, and he was already out cold.

Several people hurried forward—some pinching his philtrum, some smoothing his breath.

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's hand.

"Eldest, where did you hire this suona band today? The pull is way too strong."

"The moment I heard it, I thought of how hard your grandpa had it, and I couldn't help wanting to cry."

"How about you go tell that suona Master to take it easy a bit."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid today you won't just be sending off your grandpa—you'll be sending off your old dad too!"

Only then did the eldest brother suddenly realize.

So it wasn't just the three brothers who cried at the sound of the suona—even his own old dad couldn't take it?

He hurriedly answered and rushed outside.

He had just reached Damenkou when he saw Su Meng pick up the suona again and bring it to his lips.

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

"Master! Show some mercy!"

In his panic, his voice had turned shrill.

Su Meng was in the middle of playing at his peak, and that shout startled him out of his skin.

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

"Master! Great Master! I beg you, take a break first."

Su Meng wiped the sweat from his brow and chuckled.