C387 Who Is the Family Head?

Shizheng of Tibetan Scriptures Repeated to Ninety-fourth

The yellow husked horse's hooves fell, stepping on the scarred ground.

Zhang Xian carefully drove the horses and walked slowly with a soft voice, as though he was afraid of alarming the spirits of the dead.

There was complete silence along the way. Even the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects had completely disappeared