"Who is this person? So brave? Are you confused about what's happening now?"
"Aren't you out of your mind?"
"Pan Mo has been forced to retreat, but this guy still dares to offer incense to Han Luo? I'm afraid he doesn't even know how to write the word "death".
People stared at the figure, whispered to each other, and talked about it.
But many Han family members were already dumbfounded.
"Bu Wei! Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and pass the incense to Mr. Lin!"
The head of the Han family was the first to react. Regardless of his sadness, he shouted with all his strength.
Han Buwei's whole body trembled, and he quickly endured the pain and climbed up, limped to the incense bag next to him, took out three sticks of incense, lit it, and handed it to the man respectfully.
"Lin...Mr. Lin, here..."
Han Buwei's eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs.
Lin Yang took the incense and was silent for a while. After bowing, he gently inserted the incense into the incense burner...
"Your brother didn't deserve to die."
Lin Yang said hoarsely.
"My brother is very brave. He did not flinch this time. The only person who came back alive said that he covered the retreat of others. If my brother hadn't resisted desperately, the only person alive would not have been able to come back... Lin
Sir, my brother did not disappoint you!"
Han Buwei said in tears.
Lin Yang stared at the coffin for a long time and whispered: "It was me who caused the Dragon Kingdom to lose a heaven-level commander. It was me who ruined his future..."
"Mr. Lin, it's not your fault. My eldest brother has always wanted to go to the front line again and make meritorious service. After he escaped last time, he has always had inner demons. This time, he did not choose to escape. He has a clear conscience. This is his right choice!"
Han Buwei knelt in front of the spiritual tablet and cried loudly.
Lin Yang breathed out, patted Han Buwei on the shoulder, turned around and looked at the people outside, his eyes stayed on the broken leg of the Han family for a few seconds, and then said: "You all, come in and burn incense!"
As soon as this was said, everyone felt puzzled.
"Boy, are you from the Han family?"
Ning Hong narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.
Lin Yang shook his head.
"Is that a friend of the Han family?"
"That's right."
"Then I advise you to get out quickly and don't cause trouble here, otherwise I'm worried that you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!"
Ning Hong sneered.
Lin Yang heard the sound and walked slowly towards Ning Hong.
Ning Hong was startled and subconsciously took half a step back: "What do you want to do?"
"Who...are you?"
Lin Yang asked calmly.
"I am Ning Hong! Ning Hong from the Ning family!"
"A friend of the Han family?"
"That's right."
Ning Hong hummed.
"Since you are a friend of the Han family, come over and offer incense."
"What? Are you ordering me? What will happen if I don't do it?"
Ning Hong said disdainfully, not even looking at Lin Yang anymore.
Lin Yang didn't say anything, but suddenly grabbed Ning Hong's shoulders and forced him to the front of the mourning hall, then his palms sank.
Ning Hong was caught off guard and knelt directly on the ground, his knees hitting the ground hard.
"ah!"
Ning Hong screamed in pain.
"Bu Wei, light three sticks of incense."
Lin Yang said calmly.
"yes!"
Han Buwei wiped away his tears, nodded heavily, immediately took three sticks of incense and handed them over.
"You're looking for fucking death!"
Ning Hong reacted and roared angrily at Lin Yang: "How dare you touch me? I want you to die without a burial place!"
After saying that, he slapped the three sticks of incense handed over to the ground.
Lin Yang looked at the three sticks of incense on the ground quietly for a moment, then took out his cell phone from his body and handed it to Ning Hong.
"Call your home."
"What?"
Ning Hong was slightly stunned, completely confused as to what Lin Yang was going to do.
"Call your family members to come over and collect the body for you."
