This voice is too crazy!

Lin Yuan smiled at everyone and nodded, "You're welcome."

Then, the group walked out of the house with their instruments and sat down at a pre-arranged corner.

They briefly discussed which songs to play.

Typically, funerals involve songs like "Crying for Five Watches," "Crying to Heaven," "A Branch of Flowers," "Farewell Song," "Great Buddha's Fall," "Grand Funeral Procession," and so on.

These songs were not difficult; they could all play them.

After deciding on the first song to play, Lin Yuan picked up his suona and slowly brought it to his lips.

He had just taken a deep breath and hadn't even started playing yet.

The Second Uncle next to him quickly interrupted, shouting, "Wait, wait! Master Lin!"

Lin Yuan stopped, puzzled, and looked over.

He saw the Second Uncle quickly pull out a crumpled napkin from his pocket, tear off two small pieces, roll them into balls, and stuff them into his ears.

This series of actions stunned the people nearby.

Their eyes widened, and they suddenly understood.

They quickly snatched napkins from the Second Uncle and plugged their ears.

The Photographer stared blankly at this scene, a little confused, "Brother, what are they doing?"

The Second Uncle looked at him with disdain, "Xiao Hu, don't you regret it later!"

As everyone got ready.

Lin Yuan again brought the suona to his lips.

At the same time, over a dozen people rushed in through the main entrance.

From white-haired elders to children who had just learned to walk, all were in mourning attire.

The Client saw the arrivals and rushed to greet them, "Auntie, you've finally arrived, but unfortunately, my father didn't wait for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

A suona sound, even more sorrowful and impassioned than before, resounded throughout the small courtyard.

This sound seemed to carry scythes, invisibly cutting at everyone who had come to offer condolences in the courtyard.

Centered around Lin Yuan, it was as if a violent whirlwind had erupted in the courtyard, instantly sweeping across the entire scene.

The aunt who had come to offer condolences was about to speak when suddenly, she felt a wave of sorrow from the depths of her soul welling up.

She immediately knelt down towards the coffin in the mourning hall and wailed.

"Brother!! My good brother! How could you leave like this!! I didn't even get a chance to speak with you!"

Not just her, but all the family members beside her, as if possessed, fell to their knees and cried bitterly.

In an instant, the entire small courtyard was filled with wails.

The sorrowful cries were like an infection, moving everyone involuntarily.

Whether it was the neighbors or the chefs, everyone couldn't help but burst into tears.

These cries echoed through the sky, plunging the entire village into sorrow.

Lin Yuan was completely immersed in his performance at this moment, completely oblivious to the situation on site.

Fortunately, the other Masters had prepared in advance, which allowed them to resist the sorrowful emotions and continue playing.

But even so, their noses couldn't help but sting.

As for the Photographer, he was in a terrible state; he was closest to Lin Yuan, and the sound reached his ears first.

At this moment, he had found a stick somewhere and was hugging it, crying, as if lamenting his more than 20 years of single life.

Not only that, but the netizens in the live stream were not much better off.

Even through the screen, they were all crying profusely.

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— [Damn, this suona is poisonous. It made me hide under my blanket and cry secretly. Just now, my wife heard it and came to ask if my mistress had died. I let her listen for a bit, and she cried and said she was sorry to me, and even said she would definitely have a son just for the two of us in the future. I was so touched; we already have three children, and she still wants to have more for me. You can't find a wife like this even with a lantern!]

— [I've decided, from now on, I'll use this song as my alarm. If I can get up, fine; if not, then I don't have to get up.]

— [Suona: Hey, you're born! Suona: Hey, you're one month old! Suona: Hey, you're married! Suona: Hey, you've had a child! Suona: Hey, your child is married! Suona: Hey, your child has had a child! Suona: Hey, it's your seventh day! Suona: Hey, you've been reburied!]

— [You might not believe me, but I'm still in bed, lying under the covers with my eyes closed, listening to my phone by the bed!]

In the courtyard, the suona continued to echo, and the cries grew even more mournful.

Even the Masters who had plugged their ears were struggling to bear it.

Looking at the scene before them, they were both shocked and terrified, their faces seemingly contorted into masks of pain.

What kind of skill was this?

When the suona played, everyone suffered!

If it were just the filial children and grandchildren crying, that would be understandable.

But you even made the chefs cry; are we still going to have a feast later?

If this continued, they wouldn't be able to hold back their tears either.

Fortunately, two minutes later, the song ended.

Lin Yuan put down his suona, still wanting more, and prepared to rest.

But when he saw the scene, he was completely bewildered.

Especially when he saw the Photographer hugging a large wooden stake, his eyes nearly popped out.

He immediately shouted in surprise, "Put down that wooden stake! What are you doing?"

The Photographer jolted, immediately snapping back to reality.

Looking at the large wooden stake in front of him, he was dumbfounded.

He quickly let go, throwing it aside, so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands.

He finally understood why the Master had plugged his ears earlier; this was too terrifying.

As the suona stopped, the crying gradually ceased, and everyone looked at each other after regaining their senses.

The surrounding neighbors couldn't help but sigh at this scene.

"Seeing these descendants cry so sadly, it made me tear up too. Old Cheng didn't live in vain; you can tell these descendants had a strong bond with him."

"Yes, if I had such filial children and grandchildren when I'm in my coffin someday, I'd be happy even if I were dead."

The others nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

These mourning juniors were crying with genuine emotion, not at all like they were acting.

Their tears flowed like water, making people unable to help but laugh.

However, they didn't know that the aunt and other relatives who had come to mourn were utterly bewildered at this moment.

Filial children and grandchildren?

Some of them had even forgotten what the deceased looked like.

They had only intended to accompany their elders to the funeral, just going through the motions.

But as soon as they entered the courtyard, they couldn't help but kneel down and cry bitterly, releasing the sorrow in their hearts.

Could they have been possessed?

Fortunately, this sorrow also suddenly disappeared with the end of the suona.

Led by the aunt, everyone went to the coffin to kowtow and offer incense.

Lin Yuan looked at these filial children and grandchildren, with their red eyes and running noses from crying, and felt a little moved himself.

Recalling the deceased whose limbs were sold at the funeral parlor earlier, and then seeing these juniors so sad now, what could it be if not filial piety?

To reciprocate their filial devotion, Lin Yuan decided he needed to play even harder.

He immediately picked up his suona, took a deep breath, and started playing again.

The Masters beside him quickly cooperated, keeping the rhythm.

As for the Photographer, he had already plugged his ears tightly; he never wanted to experience the embarrassment of hugging a wooden stake again in his life.

As another wave of sorrowful suona music began.

The expressions of those about to kneel in front of the mourning hall suddenly changed drastically.

Before they could react, an inexplicable sadness erupted again.

One by one, they could no longer hold back and all fell to their knees, wailing.

In an instant, the courtyard was once again filled with a chorus of cries.