Once all the funeral details were taken care of and Dogwa, more than satisfied with the price, walked out of the coffin shop. "It's all settled—this time it's definitely gonna be a hundred times better than last time."
He squinted up at the blazing sun overhead and, realizing it was already noon, hurried off toward the inn.
"Oh right, the shopkeeper mentioned I need the deceased's measurements to make a shroud. I better get back and take them."
When Dogwa got to his room and looked in through the window, he saw that the badly-injured Gao Zhijian wasn't lying in bed as expected, and his heart immediately skipped a beat. "Don't tell me…"
He rushed headlong into Li Huowang's room, skipping steps, and when he saw all three of them gathered around Li Huowang's bed, he sucked in a deep breath, dabbed some yellow ginger from his pocket onto his eye, and strode in heartbroken.
"Brother Li! Brother Li!! Wuuu wuuu wuuu..."
