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At this time, there were more than thirty figures. They were at the main gate of Hua Town, pasting white strips and white flowers all the way from the main gate to the back gate, pasting various white strips and flowers, as if covering the entire Hua Town with a layer of white satin.

They hung white strips on the trees and streets, like a white waterfall. Then they placed some white money and shaqima paper money on the streets, covering the entire street like snowflakes. At this time, Dongying wanted to go out to see clearly.

At this moment, suddenly an extremely huge hand stretched out from the darkness, grabbed him and pulled him back. The hand was so powerful that he could not break free.

Dongying looked back in panic and found that the person who came was actually his father - Abba. Abba's face was serious, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Dad didn't say anything, he just pulled him back to the room and closed the door. Then, Dad turned around and stared at him closely. Dongying's heart tightened, knowing that he was in trouble. He quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake, saying that he was just curious and had no other intentions.

Dad frowned and said in a stern tone: "What's happening outside has nothing to do with us. Don't meddle in other people's business. Sleep well tonight. There are important things waiting for us to do tomorrow." After that, Dad turned and left the room, leaving Dongying alone to face the silent night.

Dong Ying knew that he had made a mistake and dared not disobey his father's orders. He quickly jumped onto the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to make himself fall asleep. Although he was still full of curiosity and uneasiness, he knew that he had to obey his father's words. Gradually, he fell asleep, and the mysterious voice still echoed in his dream...

The roosters crowed in the early morning. The air was filled with the damp smell of rotting seaweed. Water was still dripping from the eaves, and the sound of each drop seemed to wake everyone up.

At this time, the weather outside Huazhen was completely white, with a drizzle falling in the white haze, as if the sky was shedding tears for the deceased.

At this time, the cemetery outside the town was solemn.

There are many tombstones surrounded by flowers. People hold flowers in their hands and silently pay tribute and remember the deceased.

In this silent atmosphere, there is only the dripping of drizzle and the light footsteps of people, as if telling endless grief.

The mountains in the distance are shrouded in a layer of mist, appearing and disappearing, giving people a mysterious and solemn feeling. The trees on the mountains are lush and green, and they appear more vibrant under the nourishment of the drizzle.

Chirp, chirp, chirp…

Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping broke the silence, but added a bit of desolation.

On the streets, people wore plain clothes and had solemn expressions. Some went to the cemetery to pay homage, while others paid tribute to Lord Donghuang at home. The shops were filled with various sacrificial items, incense was burning, and paper money was flying. All of this made people feel that Dong Bo's resolute funeral was extremely solemn and sacred.

"what…"

"Um…"

Dongying and Xiaoyanzi had not gotten up yet. Wang Wushuang and A'ma woke them up at the same time. Dongying got out of bed and went to the wooden basin to wash his face. Suddenly he saw Xiaoyanzi had also gotten up early, but this time she did not complain. She just sat there quietly.

Afterwards, Wang Wushuang and his party put white cloths on their heads and wore white robes. At this time, he looked at Xiaoyanzi who had changed her clothes and came out of the house and couldn't help but sighed: "Really... so beautiful!"

Dad and Mom came over and put the clothes on Dongying.

"You two should walk together later. Follow your mother and don't run around!"

Suddenly, more than thirty people wearing the same clothes as them came out. A servant came over and pulled Dongying and his group into the crowd. Everyone looked at each other and then kept discussing.

At the front of the crowd, there were several elderly men over a hundred years old who were discussing things non-stop. Although their clothes were the same as ours, their makeup and inner garments were much more luxurious than those of us ordinary people.

In the bustling ancient streets, a young man with extraordinary temperament attracted attention. He had an upright posture and walked calmly, as if the hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with him.

The boy has jet-black hair that falls on his shoulders like a waterfall. His hair is soft and shiny, swaying gently with his movements, adding a bit of elegance and agility.

His face is fair, his features are delicate and three-dimensional, his eyebrows are slightly raised, revealing a sense of determination and confidence; his eyes are as bright as stars, deep and clear, as if he can see through everything; his nose is straight, his lips are slightly raised, with a faint smile, which makes people can't help but fall in love with him.

The young man was wearing a white robe with fluttering sleeves, like an immortal descending from the earth. The robe was embroidered with exquisite patterns, with smooth lines and bright colors, highlighting his noble status.

He wore a black belt around his waist, inlaid with a dazzling gem, which made him look even more extraordinary.

His eyes were full of arrogance and conceit, without any humility or gentleness. He treated the elders of his family politely and with elegant manners, which made people feel his upbringing and connotation.

He has both the vigor and vitality of a teenager and the calmness and wisdom of an adult. He seems to be a complex of contradictions. The boy's name is Wang Shilin. Wang Shilin said in high spirits: "Patriarch, we have gathered all the members of our family. You can go out now."

Instantly, a white-haired old man above said to the young man with satisfaction: "Wang Shilin! Then you can represent our Wang family and take the lead!" The old man who spoke was even happy and thought highly of Wang Shilin. Seeing Wang Shilin had a chance, he knelt down and thanked him: "Thank you, Grandpa!"

Just like that, the forty or so people from the Wang family slowly came to the street. At this time, there were also people on the street wearing the same clothes as them. It looked like there were about a hundred or eighty people, as if all the people in Hua Town had come through like this. Suddenly, there was an uproar on the street.

Several powerful families in Huazhen wore the same clothes as the common people, but they came here in sedan chairs, carriages or RVs. Dongying looked at their carriages and exclaimed, "This is what a carriage is!"

The most powerful family in Hua Town, the Li family, stood up. A young man came out of the carriage heading towards the Li family. He rode his horse slowly towards the front of the crowd. Dong Ying, who was in the crowd, suddenly saw the young man and was immediately startled.

"Isn't this the man who collects taxes?"

Then, the young man rode his white horse slowly to the gate, roaring loudly.

"Mourning."

The people from the Wang family and the Hua family saw that the young man in front of them had already announced the funeral, and then slowly walked towards the young man, all the way from the front gate to the back gate. At this time, the people around them immediately began to howl like ghosts and wolves, which formed a contrast with the previous silence as if it was the end of the world.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves. In the Hua family's carriage stood a young girl in mourning clothes. Her face was gentle and quiet, as if she contained endless sorrow.

Her skin was as white as snow, transparent and revealing a hint of sadness. Her slender eyebrows were slightly curved like a crescent moon, and below them were a pair of clear and bright eyes, which revealed deep longing and sadness.

Her nose is straight and her lips are slightly upturned, with a faint smile that makes people feel extremely sad and beautiful.

Her hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, black and shiny, sparkling. She gently pulled her hair up and tied it behind her head with a white ribbon, making her face look petite and delicate. The girl's name was Huaqi.

Huaqi has a petite figure. She is wearing a white mourning dress which is embroidered with white patterns, making her look particularly simple and elegant. She has a white belt around her waist which highlights her slender waist. She holds a white handkerchief in her hand and gently wipes the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The beauty of the flowering period lies not only in her appearance, but also in her temperament and charm. Her gentleness and quietness make people feel extremely comfortable and at ease, and her sadness and sorrow make people feel extremely sympathetic and compassionate.

She was like a flower blooming in the darkness, emitting a light fragrance that intoxicated people. She covered her ears and whispered to the person who was calling outside: "Tell the people next to you... to cry softly! I am practicing."

The servant on horseback then immediately replied, "Miss Huaqi, I will arrange it right away." The old man on horseback immediately ordered the people around him to keep their voices down.

Dongying followed the mourners, walking and walking! Walking out of the town, he just didn't understand why they were dressed like this and walking out of the town. Dongying felt that this was very stupid.

He planned to just pass by from the side and tell his mother that he wanted to go with them.

At this time, Wang Wushuang squeezed through the crowded crowd and came over, saying anxiously: "Dongying, you and your mother, Xiaoyanzi, go together." As he spoke, he was squeezed out by the crowd again.

At this time, Xiaoyanzi's father and Aba were walking together, while Ama followed behind the crowd with Dongying and Xiaoyanzi.

Wang Wang Wang!

Dongying raised his right foot, and a yellow puppy quickly passed under his ankle and ran towards the crowd in front.

At the front of the crowd was a young man riding a white horse, and behind him was a huge convoy of carriages. They were the Li family, the Wang family, and the Hua family. They were the three top families in Hua Town.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ah ah ah."

"Ah!"

"what…"

Seeing his grandma crying so heartbreakingly, Dongying didn't understand. The dead person had nothing to do with us, why was his grandma crying so sadly? The people around her were also crying, as if there was a sudden storm.