With that shout, a group of old people and children squeezed in through the hard-pushed door.

From the second they all came in, there was a wave of whispering in the party. Everyone exchanged eyes with the people around them. The bold ones sometimes glanced at the ink and Lu Xiaoxiao on the stage.

Just because all the people were dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, the first couple was holding a banner with four big characters on it.

- Killing for life.

"My poor daughter! You died miserably!"

"You compensate my grandson, my grandson! You executioners!"

"Murder! Killing for life!"

"Killing for life!"

A group of old people and...