"Who dares to play tricks in this Cuifeng City?"
Ao Tian snorted coldly.
But his voice was noticeably subdued.
It was clear he was a bit afraid.
However, Ao Tian was the son of the City Lord, how could he endure such an oppressive atmosphere?
Therefore, he was the first to roar.
At that moment, a blood-red coffin flew into the inn, landing with a thud in the center.
"A coffin, what a buzzkill."
Ao Tian looked at the coffin, his eyes widened, today was his wedding day, and seeing a coffin was extremely inauspicious.
Immediately, a group of men with long knives barged in, their blades still dripping with blood, their faces extremely ferocious, each bearing a scar, clearly men accustomed to the battlefield, now bitterly smiling.
The leader wore a robe with a ghost head emblem, arms crossed, looking calmly upon everything.
"Seeing our boss, why aren't you serving fine wine and dishes immediately?"
One of the men roared loudly.
Ao Tian snorted coldly at him.
