Yu State City, Jishi Hall.
At this time, Jishi Hall had already been turned into a mourning hall, with a pitch-black, heavy coffin placed in the center.
During the day, many citizens of Yu State City came to pay their respects.
Come nightfall, only Han Wenxin remained to keep the night vigil.
He sat near the coffin, dressed in the coarse hemp clothing of mourning.
Little Blackie hadn't seen Tan Yun or An Jing in two days and, at this moment, seemed to understand something, letting out mournful howls.
"Arrest officer Han, what should we do with this medicine chest?" Niu Fu walked in and asked, "I see that Doctor An never left it behind."
"Since Brother An has gone, put all these things into the coffin," Han Wenxin said, eyes tightly shut as he sighed.
"That's the only thing to do now."
Having said that, Niu Fu then placed the medicine chest into the coffin as well.
After tidying up a bit, Niu Fu left the mourning hall.
