Doomsday Great Rebels

Chapter 41 Awakening
"Is he Auntie Liu's husband and Wu Feng's father?" Xia Mo asked involuntarily.

"Indeed." Mei Ling said indifferently.

Xia Mo said in his heart: Ever since I was sensible, I have never seen Wu Feng's father. I thought Wu Feng's father had passed away, but I didn't expect to meet him here again.

Xia Mo looked at Wu Feng's father who was kneeling on the ground, and saw Wu Feng's father choked up, tears of regret flowed from his eyes, slid down his cheeks, dripping drop by drop on the blue brick floor.

At this moment, Wu Feng's father stood up suddenly, and he let out a sharp roar, and suddenly a sharp pain came from Xia Mo's eardrum, as if someone had pierced his eardrum with a sharp awl.

The change was sudden, and Wu Feng's father's three heads and six arms suddenly shrank in, turning into one head and two arms.

Wu Feng's father walked towards Meiling quickly, and in a short while he was in front of Meiling and Xia Mo.

Wu Feng's father raised his hand, and slapped Mei Ling hard on the face, causing Mei Ling to take a few steps back.

"Good fight." Mei Ling shouted.

Wu Feng's father's eyes flashed hostility, he stepped forward a few more steps, and slapped Meiling back a few more steps.

Mei Ling snorted in pain, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, Mei Ling wiped away the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam to the ground.

"Good fight." Mei Ling called out again.

A fierce light flashed in Wu Feng's father's eyes, he stepped forward and raised his hand to slap the third time, but Xia Mo grabbed his wrist and couldn't move for a while.

"Enough is enough. Both Wu Feng and Aunt Liu have passed away. We are very sad about their death, but it's not Meiling's fault. Wu Feng and Aunt Liu's revenge has been avenged, and there is no regret." Xia Mo said sharply.

"Even if all the tax policemen are killed, the hatred and anger in my heart cannot be appeased. Why don't you protect my wife and children." Wu Feng's father said sharply.

"I don't know your surname and name?" Mei Ling said, took a step forward, knelt down to Wu Feng's father, kneeled down three times and kowtowed nine times respectfully.

"My name is Wu Feiyun." Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, said in a deep voice with a slightly relaxed expression.

"What's going on, why are you beating people?" Qingyun Town people gathered around and shouted at Wu Feiyun.

"Everyone, don't be surprised, this is Wu Feng's father—Wu Feiyun." Mei Ling said.

"You are Wu Feiyun. You left home when Wu Feng was young, and we didn't hear from you for 30 years. We thought you were already dead." Shi Tian's mother, Aunt Zhao Xia, said in surprise.

"Do you know the cause of Wu Feng and Aunt Liu's death?" Shi Tian's mother, Aunt Zhao Xia, continued.

"My son Wu Feng took the lead in resisting taxes and was murdered by Li Fei, the captain of the tax police brigade. My wife Liu Shi was also killed by the tax police in order to avenge Wu Feng." Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, said. He choked up in a low voice.

"Wu Feng's revenge has been avenged, and there is nothing to regret." Xia Mo walked to Wu Feiyun's father, Wu Feiyun, hugged Wu Feiyun, and patted him on the shoulder.

"What have you been doing all these years?" Shi Tian's mother, Aunt Zhao Xia, asked.

"I don't want to talk about this. Now I just want my wife and son to rest in peace." Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, said.

"Alright, let's hold the burying ceremony." Mei Ling said, waving his hand, signaling the crowd surrounding Xia Mo, himself and Wu Feng's father Wu Feiyun to disperse.

"Wait a minute, how do I know that you are indeed Wu Feng's father and Aunt Liu's husband? You have been away from Qingyun Town for more than 20 years, and there are not many people who can remember your appearance. Besides, the years are also on your face You have left traces of changes, so it is even more impossible for people to know who you are." A young man from Qingyun Town asked puzzledly.

"Okay, let me prove that I am Wu Feng's father." Wu Feiyun shouted.

Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, took a few steps back, and suddenly began to unleash a set of boxing techniques. The boxing techniques were vigorous, but the moves in this set of boxing techniques were extremely strange. It seemed that every move and style had to reach the limit of human stretching.

"Wu Family Boxing." Guan Lei exclaimed in amazement, "This is the secret boxing of the Wu Feng family, which is only known by the Wu family."

"It seems that you are indeed Wu Feng's father, please wear filial piety clothes." Shi Tian's mother, Aunt Zhao Xia Zhao, said, handing a set of filial piety clothes to Wu Fengyun's father, Wu Feiyun, and signaled Wu Feiyun to go to the dressing room to put them on clothing.

Wu Feiyun took the filial piety gown, walked into the dressing room, put it on, and after a while, finished it and walked out.

I saw Wu Feiyun wearing a heavy filial piety made of white coarse cloth, with a white coarse cloth trouser skirt inside, a white coarse cloth leg belt, a filial piety robe with a slanted front on the outside, and a pair of sleeveless knee-length girdles on the outside, and a filial piety belt around the waist.

And on his head, he wears a flat-topped Confucian Chinese hemp crown with a side embellished with hemp.For filial piety shoes on the feet, ordinary shoes are covered with white cloth, and red cloth strips are sewn on the heel.

The style is the same as the clothes on Mei Ling, but the color is extremely white, which is extraordinary at first glance.

"This set of clothes, called Yunyi, is a filial dress specially prepared by the people of Qingyun Town for the funerals of those who have made great contributions to Qingyun Town. Wu Feng and Aunt Liu are qualified for this." Mei Ling said.

Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, walked to the mourning hall, knelt down, kneeled three times and kowtowed nine times, and then howled like a wounded wolf. Speaking is more like a kind of venting, but whether it is a mourning song, pouring out, or venting, it is all expressing the great sorrow in the heart of the speaker.

The people in the entire auditorium were infected by Wu Feiyun's emotion, many people choked up and shed tears silently.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed that only a moment had passed. Wu Feiyun stopped howling, pushed the lid of the coffin, and closed the coffin.

"Send Aunt Liu and Wu Feng on their way," Mei Ling shouted.

At this time, Wei Lin was already wearing Taoist robes, wearing a Taoist crown, waving the money sword with his right hand, waving the flag of death with his left hand, and singing a soul song.

Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, knelt in front of him holding the spirit tablet. The drums and music rang on both sides of the mourning hall.

"This is 'recall', which means to attract the souls of the dead back." Mei Ling said to Xia Mo.

At this moment, Wei Lin made a drum with his left hand and a gong with his right. Wu Feiyun still knelt down with his spirit in his arms. The people and merchants in Qingyun Town knelt and burned paper. , slowly moved into the filial hall, turned around, sang Yin tones, and played funeral gongs and drums.

"It's called 'Kaige Road'. It's the prelude to 'Transformation'." Mei Ling continued to explain to Xia Mo.

As soon as Mei Ling finished speaking, Wei Lin sang and sang around the coffin, accompanied by the beating of gongs and drums, the whole person seemed to be insane. "This is 'Zhuanling', commonly known as 'Dasanggu' or 'Dazhuanzhuangu'." Mei Ling said to Xia Mo.

"Spirit." Wei Lin shouted.

(End of this chapter)