"Death Entourage, welcome!" Lunmu shouted, dressed in ceremonial garments, with other villagers gathered around a dead-looking tree.
On the altar, there were different kinds of offerings made by the villagers.
"Nn." Ambrose nodded and saw that there were around a dozen seats arranged in a semi-circle in front of the altar.
It seemed like those seats belonged to members of the Death Entourage.
"Shall we begin?" Ambrose asked as he got seated in one of the chairs. "We are in somewhat of a hurry."
"Is this everyone?" Lunmu asked with a raised eyebrow. "The letter said that we will receive a dozen honorable members of Death Entourage."
"If you can count, there are only six of us today." Ambrose crossed his legs and kept a cold expression while oozing the stench of death.
