The Knife Is Not Gentle, but People Are Gentle

Lujia Main Street in the north of the city, a normally bustling street, was surprisingly quiet at this time. Even the wild cats and dogs were gone. But it wasn't like there was nothing on the street. There were more than a dozen Lu family servants and servants standing next to the main entrance of the Lu family. Some held sticks in their hands, others held knives, and they all stared at the center of the street. At this time, there was a flatbed truck pulled by a donkey parked in the middle of the street, and a fine red coffin was placed horizontally on top of the truck, which was indescribably weird. Although no one was holding the animal, the animal seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless and not even barking. If it weren't for the constant "machine gun fire from the front and continuous artillery fire from behind". I really thought it was a specimen and a fake! Of course, it was impossible for the donkey to pull the red coffin here on its own. Not far from the donkey, stood a young man.