Zhu Shourang's corpse was carried into the hall, neatly placed on that long table originally for food and drink, covered by a layer of coarse white cloth.
At this time, it was already past 9 p.m., the night darkened further, and the chill grew heavier.
The inn's hall, previously somewhat deserted, saw a surge in people, becoming increasingly lively.
Lu Shiping, the Cyan Flower Kiln Head, and Chao Sanjing, the Cunjing Kiln Head, arrived in time; torches shot up into the sky, breaking the tranquility of Wagang Village.
The newly appointed Armor Captain, Li Chief, and Village Chief seemed to have just crawled out from their warm beds, wearing jackets and dragging cloth shoes, shivering in the corner.
Partly out of fear, and partly from cold.
The esteemed Yihai Prefecture's Zhu Family's First Son, Fifth Young Master, how did he die here?
When the authorities hold us accountable, who can bear that responsibility?
