The funeral procession was very eye-catching. As soon as they appeared, they attracted the attention of the soldiers.
Qin Jun knew that if he turned around and left now, it would be equivalent to telling everyone that they were very suspicious.
So he could only suppress the uneasiness in his heart and carry on walking with the memorial tablet.
Behind him, ten people carried the heavy coffin. The others were dressed in mourning and crying as they scattered paper money.
Since everyone had to be interrogated, they could only be allowed to leave the city after confirming that there were no problems.
This process was slower, so there was a long line of people leaving the city.
When it was the funeral procession's turn, it was an hour later.
Qin Jun's eyes were red and swollen, and his face was covered in a beard. He hugged the memorial tablet tightly with both hands. His voice was hoarse and filled with tears.
