The one who picked up the red mace was an old man.
His appearance was very strange, dressed in a black robe with a black cloth wrapped around his head, his complexion was a ghastly white tinged with bluish-gray, and it was covered with age spots.
Especially those eyes, which were also a dull grayish white.
The face-reading book had mentioned, a face without luster, shrouded in white, portends great misfortune, called "the weeping Heaven's net." Either oneself or one's family members would surely face calamity.
And this old man's condition was even worse.
It was the complexion of a dead person.
Not only that, his body faintly emitted a stench of decay, and his muddy fingers were covered with many whitened wounds.
To say this old man resembled a walking corpse was no exaggeration.
Beside him stood several sturdy men, all dressed in wax-dyed blue cloth vests with their hair braided and coiled at the top of their heads.
