Once all the funeral details were settled, Gouwa walked out of the coffin shop, very satisfied with the price. "Everything's set. This time's definitely going to be way better than the last."
He squinted up at the blazing sun overhead, realized it was already noon, and hurriedly started back toward the inn.
"Right, the shopkeeper just said the shroud needs to be tailored to the deceased's measurements. I need to get back and take them."
When Gouwa reached his own room, he looked through the window and saw that the heavily injured Gao Zhijian wasn't lying on his bed. His heart instantly sank. "Don't tell me....."
He rushed three steps at a time to Li Huowang's room, and when he saw the other three people gathered around Li Huowang's bed, he took a deep breath, pulled out some yellow ginger from his pocket, rubbed it at the corner of his eyes, and walked in, devastated.
"Senior Brother Li! Oh, Senior Brother Li!! Wuuu wuu wuu wuu..."
