Corpse Recovery Diver

Clearly, it was storytelling, yet it took on a singing tone. Perhaps, this was the earliest form of rap in the country.

Niu Lian’s expression led her two brothers; they repeated after her, wailing like a harmony.

Li Zhiyuan found it interesting. Not to mention his interactions with the old lady, just the content of this mourning made people laugh and cry—something about the children just growing up and not having time to enjoy the blessings before they left...

Were they just coming of age? Clearly, each of them was already a grandparent. If they really wanted to honor their mother, how could it be too late?

Thinking back to the last time at Big Beard’s family’s funeral, they cried for their mother during the day like true filial children, yet didn’t miss taking their son to do unspeakable things at night.

So, the afternoon performance by the funeral troupe couldn’t compare to the main act in the morning—that was the true battle of acting skills.

However, this memorial seemed too quiet. By rights, there should also have been a meal offered.

Li Zhiyuan leaned towards Li Sanjiang, who was smoking, and asked, "Grandmaster, why are there so few people here, aren’t we inviting people for a meal?"

But not far away, he saw the cook busy.

Li Sanjiang sneered and said, "Half a year ago when the old lady passed, those three siblings arranged the funeral but didn’t hire a professional mourning troupe. They saved as much as they could on the food, making a bland, thin soup. The villagers came with their contribution money and didn’t even get enough to fill their stomachs.

This time, they’re holding a ghost marriage celebration, and the villagers didn’t come—too disgraceful."