The Funeral Procession (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Votes]

At that moment, not a sound could be heard.

A cool breeze swept by, and the white funeral banners fluttered in the wind.

The servants had been mentally prepared, but seeing with their own eyes a gigantic coffin that took eight men to carry filled them with an inexplicable chill. The woman took in everyone's expressions and tightened her grip on the hilt. "The funeral arrangements at our residence are simple. The coffin lay in state for seven days, and today we're holding the funeral procession. To all the neighbors and elders willing to see us off, everyone in the Zhao Residence is deeply grateful. We've prepared a vegetarian meal in thanks. But as for unwelcome guests—"

Her gaze flared with a terrifying Killing Intent. Back when she'd fled with her husband, Zhao Feng, and the others, the woman had seen blood on her hands. She was familiar with killing; she'd only put away her blade after settling down in recent years.

The moment the guard commander met her eyes, an inexplicable fear rose in his heart. But he quickly came to his senses and steadied himself. This woman is just an ordinary person. Even if she knows a few moves, she's no match for a Martial Gall Warrior. What's there to be afraid of?

He was about to speak when a sturdy serving woman strode over with a basin of chicken blood and splashed it at them. The servants had been instructed to surround the Zhao Residence and prevent its people from coming and going, but not to lay a hand on them. The guards at the front didn't dare fight back when the chicken blood splashed over them. Of course, they couldn't very well dodge, either—their own people were behind them.

The guard commander raised an arm to