The source of the sound also appeared in front of the four people.
A group of people dressed in white mourning clothes appeared in front of them.
This is...
"A funeral?"
Xu Liang frowned, looked on, and stopped walking.
A family was holding a funeral right in front of them!
Dozens of people wearing white mourning clothes were mourning nearby, with a banquet for the guests beside them, various figures moving among them.
No wonder there were no people around.
Everyone's here!
The four looked a bit suspicious, and Xu Liang quietly observed the funeral situation around them.
At this moment.
An old man, thin and responsible for registering and collecting money, looked up at the four young people.
The old man scanned them up and down: seeing that their clothing didn't resemble that of ordinary people, he couldn't help but ask:
"Young man, which family are you relatives of?"
Relatives? They weren't relatives.
"Sir, we're not here to give gifts."
