Lake View District, underground basement.
Zhang Jixiang, Old Gui, and Golden Leopard had already arrived.
They didn't understand why Wang Jingji had previously mentioned not to bring eyes and noses. As they arrived, they smelled something rotten, an exceptionally offensive odor, and it was especially pronounced in this villa-type district, essentially a large courtyard.
In fact, the entire villa in the Lake View District belonged to Death, but Death did not like to live in sunny places; he preferred the cold dampness of the underground basement.
Here, one could enjoy endless solitude, and that feeling was quite exhilarating.
Inside the basement, it was all corpses, cats' corpses, dogs' corpses, birds' corpses, snakes' corpses, and even many that had turned to bones; this place was simply not fit for human habitation.
"What kind of place is this, damn it."