Outside, people were ceaselessly carrying in one coffin after another.
Without exception, they were all painted black, emitting a pungent smell of paint—rushed out overnight.
Coffin after coffin piled up the open space outside the Gao Family's residence to the brim.
A glance was enough to send chills down one's spine.
The Gao Family members just shook their heads and lamented their cruel fate.
Black Three Lord came in with his men, bearing two large buckets of steaming chicken and mushroom porridge.
He said cheerfully, "Stop crying, stay calm. It's just dying a few years earlier or a few decades at most. Dying early just means an earlier rebirth. Come on, have some food. Consider it your last meal so you'll have the energy in hell to fight for a good reincarnation."
He called everyone over to drink the porridge, but nobody moved.
Who could feel like eating porridge when they were shrouded by a formidable shadow of death?
