723: Chapter 712: Spirit Coffin 723: Chapter 712: Spirit Coffin After everyone dispersed, Zhao Yan wrapped his arms around a somewhat dazed Song Yun and said, “Alright, everything has been arranged.
You should go home and sleep.
Sleep it off, and tomorrow we’ll send Wang Hu off in glory.
It’s the last tribute we can offer as brothers.”
“I want to stay outside and keep Wang Hu company.” Song Yun sat on a chair and said, “Stay with him a bit longer.
You go back.”
“Ah.” Zhao Yan sat down next to Song Yun, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and offered one to Song Yun.
“Since when do you smoke?” Song Yun took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.
“Smoking makes your blood vessels narrow and slows your thinking,” Zhao Yan said.
“I don’t smoke because I need to keep my mind clear at all times.
Tonight, it doesn’t matter.”
Song Yun took out a lighter, lit Zhao Yan’s cigarette first, then his own.
Inhaling deeply, Song Yun leaned his head back and rested it against the wall behind him.
He watched the rising smoke silently.
“It’s all my fault,” Song Yun said after a long silence, calmly.
“It’s no one’s fault,” Zhao Yan said.
“As long as we can avenge Wang Hu, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”
“Mm.” Song Yun nodded, quietly gazing at the ceiling, and said, “After we bury Wang Hu, I’ll go.”
“You… take care of yourself.” Zhao Yan hesitated before speaking, “Wang Billion has stood tall in ZJ for so long for a reason.
Actually, I wouldn’t advise you to go too soon.
Wang Billion must already be on alert.
Instead of openly attacking, it might be better to launch a surprise attack.”
“It’s okay.” Song Yun slightly opened his mouth, letting the ash fall onto his chest without brushing it off, “Whoever stands in my way, I’ll kill them.
This time, I won’t listen to anyone else.
Anyone who touched my brother will pay the price.”
“Ah, suit yourself.” Zhao Yan sighed heavily and did not speak for a long time.
The two of them just sat there until daylight.
The next day, under Sunan’s sky, a light drizzle began, dropping the temperature from double to single digits instantly.
The weather forecast warned it was the strongest cold front since the onset of winter, advising everyone to stay home and avoid unnecessary outings.
Song Yun was still dressed in the clothes from the day before—a tight black T-shirt and a black vest, his beard slightly roughened.
At this moment, Song Yun was still sitting on the same chair as last night, still looking up at the ceiling, while Zhao Yan was bent over, head lowered, seemingly looking at the cigarette butts on the ground.
The ground was covered with cigarette butts.
“It’s light out,” Zhao Yan said, lifting his head and placing a hand behind it.
“Yes, it’s light,” Song Yun lowered his head that he had been holding up and said, “It’s time to send Wang Hu on his way.”
“Yes, it’s time for him to go,” Zhao Yan nodded, stood up, and said, “I’m going to check outside.”
“Okay!” Song Yun nodded, then remained silent.
After Zhao Yan left, Song Yun slowly pulled out his cell phone.
Turned it on.
As soon as the phone booted up, Song Yun received countless messages, most of which were from the women in the villa, expressing their condolences and blessings upon hearing of Wang Hu’s death, and there wasn’t much else said.
The phone rang.
Song Yun checked the caller ID—it was Li Shishi.
“Are you okay?” Li Shishi asked softly on the other side.
“Yeah,” Song Yun responded, then fell silent.
“If you’re seeking revenge, we can’t help much, but Qingluan said she wants to go with you,” Li Shishi said calmly.
“Okay!” Song Yun still didn’t say much.
“Yu Xue and the others are all very concerned about you.
We are on our way to the hospital now.
Take care of yourself.” Li Shishi finished speaking and hung up.
“Wang Hu, it’s time to send you off,” Song Yun stood, sighed, and glanced into the morgue.
From today on, he would never see his brother again.
Song Yun’s body began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Phew!” He exhaled deeply, turned around, and walked up the stairs.
In the hospital lobby.
As soon as Song Yun appeared from the stairwell, there was a slight stirring in the lobby.
Looking up, Song Yun saw the entire hospital lobby crowded with people in black suits.
Black Flood Dragon and others were also dressed in black suits, and everyone’s arm was wrapped with a white cloth.
Zhao Yan, who had come up earlier, had also changed out of last night’s clothes, now dressed in a black suit like the others.
Song Yun slowly walked up to them and said, “Alright, have someone bring out Brother Wang Hu.”
“Okay!” Zhao Yan nodded, spoke to a doctor nearby, and several doctors nodded, escorting a group of people down to the morgue.
Before long, two coffins were lifted up from below.
“Let’s send Brother Wang Hu on his way,” Song Yun said, leading the way outside.
As he did, the members of the Shura Alliance that filled the lobby moved aside, their necks tattooed with the crimson characters for “Shura,” with a small knife above the “Shura” and a sharp ax below it.
These were the elite of the Shura Alliance, each capable of leading on their own.
Some had rushed back from other places overnight, and some had been in the lobby since last evening, all with one purpose—to send off Brother Wang Hu!
Song Yun led the way, the crowd parting like water to either side, with Li Tang, Zhao Yan, the warriors, Black Flood Dragon, Meng Ku, Jue Wu, and Hua Manlou following two steps behind.
Each was wearing a white gold ring, a symbol of the highest ranks within the Shura Alliance.
Clenched in Song Yun’s fist was another ring, engraved with the character “Hu.” It belonged to Wang Hu.
Song Yun walked out of the hospital lobby.
Outside, a black Bentley was waiting; he got in directly, and Zhao Yan and others followed.
Once everyone was aboard, the Shura Alliance elites also boarded a fleet of Audis.
In front of the hospital, fifty Audis were parked, all with consecutive numbers!
Such a display sent chills down the spines of ordinary folks in the distance.
According to the customs of Sunan, when a person dies, they perform acts of public virtue to ensure a better reincarnation.
Song Yun didn’t bother with these details, as Li Tang and others had already taken care of everything.
Wang Hu’s memorial hall was set up on the outskirts of the city.
About half an hour later, Song Yun and his party arrived at the memorial hall, where the coffins of Wang Hu and his wife had been placed earlier and were now properly arranged.
The memorial hall had been constructed overnight; despite the rush, the Shura Alliance’s resources made it quite imposing.
Outside the hall, members of the Shura Alliance, each holding a black umbrella, formed a dense crowd—these were basic employees of the alliance, adding up to at least a thousand.
These thousand people filled the entire front of the memorial hall.
As Song Yun and others stepped out of the cars, the initially slightly noisy crowd instantly fell silent, only the sound of rain hitting the ground remained.
Song Yun walked to the front of the crowd, echoing the scene in the hospital lobby.
The crowd automatically split down the middle, everyone bending forward as if they were in the presence of their king.
Silently, Song Yun continued walking forward, the others following, then the elites.
After they passed, the crowd slowly closed back up, still without any sound.
This silence added a solemn, profound gravity to the dark sky.