"Who is that?" The soldier saw the coffin on the wagon in the distance. He sensed their intention to approach them and he couldn't help but pull his sword out. He came towards them with a look of anger. He blocked their path and scolded them. "This is the Meng's critical place. Shabby citizens like you had better get out of here before our master sees you."
The head of the entourage rolled off the wagon, embarrassed, and started to cry. His head and waist were both wrapped with white cloth and he wore linen clothes for the funeral. He wore a big and messy bun. His eyes were bloodshot with big, dark bags underneath them. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of dirty grease, which made him look shaggy.