Old Man Qin Mang would have never imagined that it would rain at his funeral… a rain of blood!
After instantly killing those people, some that he knew the names of and some that he didn't, Xia Fei strode over to Qin Mang's grave and did what he usually did. He brewed tea for the old man, poured a cup for him, and placed it on the grave.
After thinking it over, Xia Fei took out and lit two cigarettes, giving one to himself. He then scooped up some soil and put that other cheap cigarette on top of it.
This was Xia Fei's funerary service for Qin Mang. There were no flowers, nor was there the paper money traditionally used by the Chinese. It was all very simple and natural.