At the greenhouse entrance.
Nalan's hideous, terrifying face appeared as he stared at everyone with an aura of death.
Sensing Nalan's aura, Flower Boss laughed without turning around. "I fucking knew you were holding something back too."
"Likewise." Nalan glanced sideways at Little White Tiger. "Let's send them on their way first."
"Run!"
Little White Tiger shouted, and his brothers charged toward the entrance like madmen.
Though the two old bastards were badly wounded, even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. If they went all out, Little White Tiger's group couldn't withstand them.
"Wooo..."
Little White Tiger had just reached the main entrance when an eerie wind swept a skyful of paper offerings into his face.
The ancient sound of a suona and sobbing calls to summon the dead unsettled everyone.
Old Ninth froze, staring dumbfounded at the Black Mountain Town residents who should have been keeping watch outside the gate.
Third Uncle led the way, carrying Xiao Fei's memorial portrait.
Leaning on his cane, the Old Man scattered paper offerings, with the Black Mountain Town residents following behind in mourning clothes.
"Run..."
Little White Tiger roared in terror, "Run, now!"
Most of these townspeople were ordinary people, no match for Flower Boss and Nalan.
But the Old Man calmly shook his head.
"Son, leave the roots when you cut down weeds, and there'll be no end to the trouble."
Determination covered the Old Man's deeply wrinkled face. "Black Mountain Town survived by being ruthless, by repaying every grudge, by putting blood ties first."
"If we don't avenge him today, no one from Black Mountain Town will ever hold their head up outside the city again."
"Xiao Fei was your brother, but he was our family too. To tell you the truth, we never planned to leave once