Game start preparations?
Hearing Lin Xiao utter those words, Zhou Yuanhe felt like he was going insane.
What did he mean by "game start preparations"?
This guy was a demon! He was playing a game with their lives!
"Are you not going to start yet?" Lin Xiao sat down on the coffin, stroking the lid with his hand, as if murmuring to himself, "This coffin is really good. If he doesn't live here, I think it would be nice for you to stay here for a while."
Drip, drip…
A little blood still dripped from the tip of Ye Chen's saber onto the floor. He and the group were once again standing at the entrance. The situation clearly indicated they were not allowed to leave.
Especially the two family heads who had already breathed their last.
They were family heads!
He killed the heads of the three major families so easily. Was Lin Xiao truly here for revenge with a group of bloodthirsty killers?!
In this society governed by law, could he really act so recklessly?!
Lin Xiao continued to sit on the coffin lid, his finger tapping rhythmically on the wood. His mood seemed to be quite good, but each tap felt like a strike against the hearts of those in the banquet hall, making them struggle to breathe with every beat.
The pressure mounted.
Besides the sound of Lin Xiao tapping the coffin, the entire banquet hall was silent.
Zhou Yuanhe seemed unable to bear the pressure any longer. He stood up and rushed towards Lin Xiao.
"You Lin family's little bastard! I'll fight you to the death!"
Zhou Yuanhe thrashed about, his face contorted in madness. He could no longer endure this. This pressure, this feeling, after so many years, when had he ever been treated like this?
He would rather die here than continue to wait for his doom!
However, as soon as he charged forward, his body felt as if it were pinned to the ground by something heavy.
Lin Xiao had already stepped on him with a single foot.
"Listen, don't rush."
Lin Xiao's voice came from above. He spoke with a hint of emotion, "It seems your family members are quite united. Even at this critical juncture, no one has come to betray you. In that case, let me add some fuel to the fire."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the person closest to him.
"Let me go!"
This was a young man of similar age to Lin Xiao. After being grabbed by Lin Xiao, his expression turned panicked, and he struggled incessantly. He didn't even dare to look at Lin Xiao's face, trying his best to turn his head away.
"If I remember correctly, this one is called Zhou Hongwei," Lin Xiao said.
"You!"
Zhou Yuanhe was pinned to the ground, but at this moment, hearing his son's voice, he mustered all his strength, gritting his teeth as he tried to get up.
However, how could his strength possibly break free from Lin Xiao's grip?
He could only watch as Zhou Hongwei was also pinned to the ground like him.
"This should be your son, right?" Lin Xiao's voice was neither happy nor sad, but to Zhou Yuanhe, it sounded terrifying.
"..."
Neither Zhou Hongwei nor Zhou Yuanhe spoke at this moment.
"It seems I was right," Lin Xiao said, turning to Zhou Hongwei. "So, here's a choice for you, a single-choice question, very simple."
"First, you become the first person to start the game… Second, your father will send his son off to the afterlife."