The Banquet Hall was packed to the brim.
The main doors closed, signaling the imminent start of the banquet.
Outside, in a crack by the roadside, all the coffin-bearers were standing in formation holding their poles.
They had completed their task and were now waiting here.
Most here were dead, some dressed finely in Taoist robes, while others wore tattered clothes and their bodies showed signs of decay.
However, these coffin-bearers resembled sedan carriers and could normally bring in people from outside to make up the numbers.
At the entrance to the crack stood the shadow of an eunuch, facing away, motionless; presumably, the overseer.
Tan Wenbin: "Damn, I'm exhausted. I never imagined there'd be so many grandfathers."
Run Sheng nodded.
They had just been to the place where guests were transported, although they didn't dare look at how many people there were, as soon as the poles were placed down, "people" would climb on immediately.
