Hu Ma swept his gaze across the hall in a single glance and saw that every figure, every face in this hall was indescribably strange: some were white and green, paper man-like, with stiff brows and eyes; others were covered with yellow paper so their features could not be seen.
You could say the official robes and armor on their bodies were exquisitely fine, but the people inside were all rigid and grotesque.
They were not even as lifelike as those Maids carrying lanterns on both sides of the Golden Throne Hall, serving with their lamps held high.
With a slight thought, he understood the reason behind it.
These Emperors, even after death, still had to continue commanding civil and military officials down below, but the real civil and military officials were unwilling to follow the Emperor down.
