Seven nights later, the streets of Silver Moon County were deserted.
The tens of thousands of citizens had mostly gathered seven miles east of the city at the foot of Thousand Tomb Ridge, to attend the funeral of the three fallen arrest officers and four black-belt constables.
The citizens, each holding a torch, crowded together in layers, standing solemnly and heavily in the open field at the foot of Thousand Tomb Ridge, with eyes filled with mourning and sorrow.
They had personally experienced the excruciating pain of spontaneous combustion from the purple crystal dust and had heard the cause of the disaster that day. Knowing the deeds of these fallen government officials, they felt a deep respect and gratitude.
At this moment, Lin Rui stood at the mid-slope of Thousand Tomb Ridge, with a tall platform built of pine in front of him, neatly arranged with seven wooden coffins.
