After all the funeral details were prepared, Dogwa, who was very satisfied with the price, came out of the coffin shop. "Everything is in order now; this is definitely many times better than last time."
Squinting his eyes, he glanced at the blazing sun overhead and realized it was already noon, so he hurriedly made his way to the inn.
"That's right, the shopkeeper just said that they need the deceased's measurements for the shroud, I have to hurry back and measure."
When Dogwa arrived near his room, he looked through the window and to his shock, saw that Gao Zhijian, who was seriously injured, was not lying in bed. "Could it be..."
He quickly dashed to Li Huowang's room in three strides, and upon seeing the other three gathered around Li Huowang's bed, he took a deep breath, wiped some ginger in the corner of his eyes from his pocket, and entered in an utmost state of grief.
"Oh, Brother Li! Brother Li, ah!! Woo woo woo..."
