Jiao Zuo bent down and placed Mr. Gao into the black coffin.
This black coffin was Mr. Gao's "bed"!
"Woof!" the tabby cat called out softly again, then began to move its paws, gesturing for everyone to leave.
It wanted everyone to leave the room and not disturb Mr. Gao's sleep.
Song Ciwan's gaze swept across the room as she carefully committed the scene to memory, especially the black coffin placed in the very center. There were patterns on the coffin that Song Ciwan found very familiar.
She noted everything carefully before following the others out of the room.
Leaving the eastern bedroom, the group returned to the main hall.
The tabby cat continued to herd them out, so everyone had no choice but to keep moving.
Of course, even if the tabby cat hadn't been driving them out, no one really wanted to linger in a room filled with spirit tablets.
