More than ten years ago, my grandfather used a coffin to suppress the low-ranking leaders of Sijiu City, but he also lost his life. I watched my grandfather die in front of my eyes. He held my hand like a plucked lamb.
I gritted my teeth and didn't cry out.
Others said that I had no conscience and had a bad heart, but I stared at them without saying a word and did not refute.
Just silently built nine coffins.
Others thought that I was going to take over from my grandfather and put up the Coffin Mountain signboard, but I knew that this was not the case at all. In this life, I will put those who killed Grandpa into coffins one by one.
They...
No one can escape.
